""Give you good-evening, cavalier. What is your purpose to-night?"
""To chastise insolence and punish presumption! What is yours?"
""To rescue innocence and beauty from the persecution of overweening power!"
""Indeed! anything else?"
""Yes, to avenge the fate of those who trusted, and yet died before their time. How was it with Clara of Gandersfeldt? Fell she not by thy hand?"
""Englishman--thou liest!"
""Bulgarian--thou art a villain!"
"The duke gnashed his teeth. For a moment his hand clutched at the hilt of his poniard, but he suddenly withdrew it.
""I had thought to have dealt otherwise with thee," he said, "but thou hast dared to come between the lion and his bride. Englishman--hast thou courage to make good thy injurious words with aught else but the tongue?"
""I am the last of the race of Mandeville!"
""Enough. I might well have left the chastising of thee to a meaner hand, and yet--for that thou art a bold fellow--I will meet thee. Dost thou know the eastern gate?"
""Well."
""A mile beyond it there is a clump of trees and a fair meadow-land. The moon will be up in three hours; light enough for men who are determined on their work. Dost thou understand me--three hours hence on horseback, with the sword, alone?"
""Can I trust thee, Bulgarian?--no treachery?"
""I am a Wallachian and a duke!"
""Enough said. I shall be there;" and we parted.
"I flew back to Amalia. She was terribly agitated. In vain did I attempt to calm her with a.s.surances that all was well. She insisted upon knowing the whole particulars of my interview with her dreaded cousin of Kalbs-Braten, and at last I told her without reserve.
""You must not go, Leopold," she cried, "indeed you must not. You do not know this Albrecht. Hard of heart and determined of purpose, there are no means which he will not use in order to compa.s.s his revenge. Believe not that he will meet you alone: were it so, I should have little dread.
But Black Stanislaus will be there, and strong Slavata, and Martinitz with all his Hulans! They will murder you, my Leopold! shed your young blood like water; or, if they dare not do that for fear of the Austrian vengeance, they will hurry you across the frontier to some dreary fortress, where you will pine in chains, and grow prematurely grey, far--far from your poor Amalia! Oh, were I to lose you, Leopold, now, I should die of sorrow! Be persuaded by me. My guards are few, but they are faithful. Avoid this meeting. Let us set out this night--nay, this very hour. Once within my dominions, we may set at defiance Duke Albrecht and all the black banditti of Kalbs-Braten. I have many friends and feudatories. The Hetman, Chopinski, is devoted to me. Count Rudolf of Haggenhausen is my sworn friend. No man ever yet saw the back of Conrad of the Thirty Mountains. We shall rear up the old ancestral banner of my house; give the Red Falcon to the winds of heaven; besiege, if need be, my perfidious kinsman in his stronghold--and, in the face of heaven, my Leopold, will I acknowledge the heir of Mandeville as the partner of my life and of my power!"
""Dearest, best Amalia! your words thrill through me like a trumpet--but alas, it may not be! I dare not follow your counsel. Shall it be said that I have broken my word--shrunk like a craven from a meeting with this Albrecht;--a meeting, too, which I myself provoked? Think it not, lady. Poor Mandeville has nothing save his honour; but upon that, at least, no taint of suspicion shall rest. Farewell, beautiful Amalia!
Believe me, we shall meet again; if not, think of me sometimes as one who loved you well, and who died with your name upon his lips."
""O Leopold!"
"I tore myself away. Two hours afterwards I had pa.s.sed the eastern gate of Vienna, and was riding towards the place of rendezvous. The moon was up, but a fresh breeze ever and anon swept the curtains of the clouds across her disc, and obscured the distant prospect. The cool air played gratefully on my cheek after the excitement and fever of the evening; I listened with even a sensation of pleasure to the distant rippling of the river. For the future I had little care, my whole attention was concentrated upon the past. I felt no anxiety as to the result of the encounter; nor was this in any degree surprising, since, from my earliest youth, I had accustomed myself to the use of the sword, and was reputed a thorough master of the weapon. Neither could I believe that Duke Albrecht was capable, after having given his solemn pledge to the contrary, of anything like deliberate treachery.
"I was about half-way to the clump of trees, which he of Kalbs-Braten had indicated, when a heavy bank of clouds arose, and left me in total darkness. Up to this time I had seen no one since I pa.s.sed the sentry; but now I thought I could discern the tramping of horses upon the turf.
Almost mechanically I loosened my cloak, and brought round the hilt of my weapon so as to be prepared. When the moon reappeared, I saw on either side of me a horseman, in long black cloaks and slouched hats, which effectually concealed the features of the wearers. They did not speak nor offer any violence, but continued to ride alongside, accommodating their pace to mine. The horses they bestrode were large and powerful animals. There was something in the moody silence and even rigid bearing of these persons, which inspired me with a feeling rather of awe than suspicion. It might be that they were retainers of the duke; but then, if any ambuscade or foul play was intended, why give such palpable warning of it? I resolved to accost them.
""Ye ride late, sirs."
""We do," said the one to the right. "We are bent on a far errand."
""Indeed! may I ask its nature?"
""To hear the bat flutter and the owlet scream. Wilt also listen to the music?"
""I understand you not, sirs. What mean you?"
""We are the guardians of the Red Earth. The guilty tremble at our approach; but the innocent need not fear!"
""Two of the night patrole!" thought I. "Very mysterious gentlemen, indeed; but I have heard that the Austrian police have orders to be reserved in their communications. I must get rid of them, however.
Good-evening, sirs."
"I was about to spur my horse, when a cloak was suddenly thrown over my head as if by some invisible hand; I was dragged forcibly from my saddle, my arms pinioned, and my sword wrested from me. All this was the work of a moment, and rendered my resistance useless.
""Villains!" cried I, "unhand me--what mean you?"
""Peace, cavalier!" said a deep low voice at my ear; "speak not--struggle not, or it may be worse for you; you are in the hands of the Secret Tribunal!""
During the course of his narrative, Mr Mandeville, as I have already hinted, by no means discontinued his attentions to the brandy-and-water, but went on making tumbler after tumbler, with a fervour that was truly edifying. a.s.suming that the main facts of his history were true, though in the eye of geography and politics they appeared a little doubtful, it was still highly interesting to remark the varied chronology of his style. A century disappeared with each tumbler. He concentrated in himself, as it appeared to me, the excellencies of the best writers of romance, and withal had hitherto maintained the semblance of strict originality. He had now, however, worked his way considerably up the tide of time. We had emerged from the period of fire-arms, and Mandeville was at this stage medieval.
Some suspicion of this had dawned even upon the mind of Cutts, who, though not very familiar with romance, had once stumbled upon a translation of Spindler"s novels, and was, therefore, tolerably up to the proceedings of the _Vehme Gericht_.
"Confound it, Mandeville!" interrupted he, "we shall be kept here the whole night, if you don"t get on faster. Both Fred and I know all about the ruined tower, the subterranean chamber--which, by the way, must have looked deucedly like a tunnel--the cord and steel, and all the rest of it. Skip the trial, man. It"s a very old song now, and bring us as fast as you can to the castle and the marriage. I hope the Margravine took Fritchen with her. That little monkey was worth the whole bundle of them put together!"
The Margrave made another tumbler. His eye had become rather gla.s.sy, and his articulation slightly impaired. He was gradually drawing towards the chivalrous period of the Crusades.
"Two days had pa.s.sed away since that terrible ride began, and yet there was neither halt nor intermission. Blindfold, pinioned, and bound into the saddle, I sate almost mechanically and without volition, amidst the ranks of the furious Hulans, whose wild huzzas and imprecations rung incessantly in my ears. No rest, no stay. On we sped like a hurricane across the valley and the plain!
"At last I heard a deep sullen roar, as if some great river was discharging its collected waters over the edge of an enormous precipice.
We drew nearer and nearer. I felt the spray upon my face. These, then, were the giant rapids of the Danube.
"The order to halt was given.
""We are over the frontier now!" cried the loud harsh voice of Duke Albrecht; "Stanislaus and Slavata--unbind that English dog from his steed, and pitch him over the cliff. Let the waters of the Danube bear him past the castle of his lady. It were pity to deny my delicate cousin the luxury of a coronach over the swollen corpse of her minion!"
""Coward!" I exclaimed; "coward as well as traitor! If thou hast the slightest spark of manhood in thee, cause these thy fellows to unbind my hands, give me back my father"s sword, stand face to face against me on the greensward, and, benumbed and frozen as I am, thou shalt yet feel the arm of the Mandeville!"
"Loud laughed he of Kalbs-Braten. "Does the hunter, when the wolf is in the pit, leap down to try conclusions with him? Fool! what care I for honour or thy boasted laws of chivalry? We of Wallachia are men of another mood. We smite our foeman where we find him, asleep or awake--at the wine-cup or in the battle--with the sword by his side, or arrayed in the silken garb of peace! Drag him from his steed, fellows! Let us see how lightly this adventurous English diver will leap the cataracts of the Danube!"
"Resistance was in vain. I had already given myself up for lost. Even at that moment the image of my Amalia rose before me in all its beauty--her name was on my lips; I called upon her as my guardian angel.
"Suddenly I heard the loud clear note of a trumpet--it was answered by another, and then rang out the clanging of a thousand atabals.
""Ha! by Saint John of Nepomuck," cried the Duke, "the Croats are upon us--There flies the banner of Chopinski! there rides Conrad of the Thirty Mountains on the black steed that I have marked for my second charger! Hulans! to your ranks. Martinitz, bring up the rear-guard, and place them on the right flank. Slavata, thou art a fellow of some sense----"
""Ay, you can remember that now," grumbled Slavata.
""Take thirty men and lead them up that hollow--you will secure a pa.s.sage somewhere over the mora.s.s--and then fall upon Chopinski in the rear. Let two men stay to guard the prisoner. Now, forward, gentlemen; and if you know not where to charge, follow the white plume of Kalbs-Braten!"