"If the senate require only my confession to enable it to pa.s.s the sentence," cried Arwed with violence, "you may be the bearer of that confession to it. I am too proud to deny what my heart impelled me to do."
The father stood a long time looking at his son with powerful emotion.
"Yes!" he finally broke forth, "yes, you are a Gyllenstierna! With our failings you unite all the virtues of our family. Holding fast that which has been once chosen--n.o.ble even in our errors--so were we always. And so much the deeper is my regret that so many good qualities must be forever lost to the country."
"From these expressions," said Arwed, "I must infer that you bring me already the decision of my fate. If so, speak it without hesitation. I am prepared to receive it."
"The queen was beside herself," answered the counsellor, "when she heard of your last misdeed; and had she obeyed the first suggestions of her rage, you would now have been in chains, awaiting a decision involving life or death."
"Little souls are generally cruel," observed Arwed.
"As a father I pleaded for my disobedient son," continued the counsellor; "and it is not strange that the man, whose duty it will be to place the crown upon Ulrika"s head at Upsala, should not plead entirely in vain. A full pardon was not, indeed, to be thought of. Yet have I succeeded so far in the business, that she has left the designation of your punishment to her husband. To him I shall now lead you; and what he thinks proper to inflict, must be received by you with humility and thankfulness."
"If consistent with honor," answered Arwed, taking his hat; "otherwise I shall demand a court martial."
They went forth together. In the entrance-hall they were joined by two officers of the guards, who, with them, entered a carriage which was waiting at the door. They soon arrived at the palace upon the Ritterholm. The two Gyllenstiernas, with their companions, ascended the steps to the apartments of the prince of Hesse, who came forward to meet them with a sealed paper in his hand. Only lieutenant general Rank was with him, who gave an encouraging wink to Arwed.
"You have deeply erred, captain Gyllenstierna," said the prince, earnestly. "The severe letter of the law must inevitably crush you, were not the hand of mercy interposed. But my wife wishes to convince the n.o.bles of the land that her royal heart gladly inclines to mercy, willingly pardoning when it is in her power to do so, and she also wishes to evince her respect for your worthy father, by even undeserved kindness towards his son. Yet must you be informed, that a man who has declared open war against the state through his audacious acts, cannot remain in his country"s service, and that the government must be secured from any repet.i.tion of his offences. Therefore receive from me your dismission from the Swedish army. You may thank your heroism before Frederickshall, and the distinction of which my royal brother-in-law thought you worthy, that this dismissal is united with the t.i.tle of major, which you will henceforth be ent.i.tled to bear. Yet your crime must not go entirely unpunished. Wherefore the queen banishes you forever from the limits of the capital, and exacts from you a promise that you will never pa.s.s the frontier of the nation, and that you will never again meddle with the political affairs of this kingdom, under pain of death. Your father will receive your promise, and will determine your future place of residence. May time make you wiser!"
Handing to the youth the paper containing his discharge from the service, he departed and was followed by Rank. "G.o.d bless your royal highness!" cried the elder Gyllenstierna after him.
"So, I am a prisoner of state in Sweden," said Arwed with a bitter smile. "It is fortunate that my prison is tolerably s.p.a.cious. Where is it your pleasure that I shall go, my father?"
"To Gyllensten, to my brother," answered the counsellor, "after you have signed the required promise, which I must return to her majesty."
He pointed to a paper lying upon the marble table. Arwed hastily run his eye through the written promise, and subscribed his name to it; upon which the two officers, who had hitherto guarded the door, immediately left the room.
"To Gyllensten!" exclaimed Arwed, gratefully kissing his father"s hand, "to the loved resort of my childhood, to my good old-uncle! How good you still are, my father, even when you punish. How deeply do I regret that I have caused you so much sorrow."
"You bad boy!" cried the father with strong emotion, pressing him to his bosom. "And if I pardon you every thing else, I will not pardon you for depriving yourself of the power of serving your father-land, whose golden age is just commencing."
"May heaven grant," answered Arwed, "that Sweden may not soon wish back the departed _iron_ age! I shall always think that the strong will of one only ruler can direct the government more consistently and happily, than the constantly divided opinions of the four and twenty little kings who are now to rule the country, even though you yourself are one of these kings, my father."
"Silence! you are incorrigible!" cried the old counsellor, drawing his son with him out of the palace.
ARWED GYLLENSTIERNA.
A TALE OF THE EARLY PART OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY.
BY C. F. VAN DER VELDE.
PART SECOND.
CHAPTER XXIX.
Directly northward, by the west coast of the gulf of Bothnia, through Gestrikland, Helsingland, Medelpat, and Angermannland, Arwed rapidly pursued his expiatory journey, until he reached the southern boundary of the province of West Bothnia, in which Nicodemus, count Gyllenstierna, the counsellor"s elder brother, presided as governor. On arriving at the broad river Umea, which here empties its floods into the gulf of Bothnia, Arwed reined in his horse, and, while his groom made a signal for the ferry-boat stationed on the opposite side, reviewed the scenery which had always remained impressed upon his memory, and which now called up a thousand reminiscences of his early childhood. To the right, on the sea-sh.o.r.e, and at the mouth of the broad stream, lay the capital of the poor, depopulated province, the little town of Umea, to which only its harbor with its cl.u.s.tering masts, gave any importance. To the left arose the lofty Gyllensten, the old ancestral castle of the house of Gyllenstierna throned proudly upon its ma.s.sive rocks, and bordered by a forest of dark pines. The broad plain which intervened between the higher elevations and the river, exhibited evidence of unusual fruitfulness for these northern regions.
The magnificent, clear, blue arch, which, in the west rested upon Lapland"s distant snow-clad mountains, and in the east upon the dark mirror of the sea, completed the picture which nature, rich even in her poverty and gorgeous in her simplicity, offered to the eye of the observer.
"My fatherland is every where beautiful!" exclaimed he with emotion; "and this solitary nook, how well suited to my feelings! Yes, I feel that here I can again be happy!"
The ferry-boat came, and Arwed sprang upon the floating bridge. The groom carefully led up the spirited horses, which were somewhat frightened, and made a vigorous resistance when they heard the hollow sound of their footsteps upon the boards. Arwed seized the bridle of his gallant steed, caressed him into a state of quietude, and leaning upon the glossy neck of the animal, extended his view over the waves of the stream upon which the boat was now moving to Gyllensten, whose old, gothic walls and towers were every moment more and more distinctly seen between the lofty pines and rocks in the intermediate distance.
"That is the balcony," said he to Knut, the faithful old boatman, "from which I and my little cousin Christine used formerly to watch the ships as they entered the port. The child will be much pleased to see me again. She was always very much attached to me."
"The _child_!" exclaimed Knut laughing. "She was at that time eight years old, as well as yourself, major. Eleven years have pa.s.sed since then. Do you think that you alone have increased in stature during that long period? The child must have become a stately young lady."
"You are right," said Arwed with a melancholy smile, "I have experienced so many vicissitudes lately, that my computation of time is a little disturbed."
Leaning his head upon his arm, and resting the latter upon his horse"s saddle, he sank into a profound reverie. "I shall find a grown up daughter in my uncle"s house," said he to himself. "Possibly a right beauteous maiden, with whom my near relationship must bring me into familiar intercourse. Did this really enter into my father"s plans? Did he hope that I should here sever old ties and form new ones? If so, he has deceived himself! But one Georgina blooms for me in this world!
while she lives, lives also my hope, and the mere remembrance of her is sufficient to steel my heart against the attractions of all the women upon earth."
The sudden shock with which the boat struck the sh.o.r.e aroused the youth from his contemplations. He threw himself upon his horse and briskly trotted towards Gyllensten. When he had reached its base, and was slowly riding up the steep and rocky ascent, a little flag, displaying the golden star, the escutcheon of Gyllenstierna, suddenly waved from the pinnacle of the tower. Two falconets then exploded so briskly to the right and left from the walls, that his horse made three powerful leaps; and a flourish of trumpets and kettle drums followed.
"Is it possible that this can be intended for me?"--and putting his horse to a quick gallop, he soon sprang through the high gothic arched gateway into the court of the castle. Again was heard a merry trumpet blast, a window of the castle hall was opened, and a ma.s.sive silver goblet was extended towards the new comer by the old governor.
"Welcome, brave Swede!" cried he joyously to the guest below; "welcome to Gyllensten! Down from your horse and come up and pledge me in the hall of our forefathers!"
Arwed, obeying, soon entered the long, high-vaulted, echoing knight"s hall, in whose niches on either side of the worthy old Gyllenstierna, stood colossal statues, in complete armor chased in copper. The shining metal reflected upon him the last rays of the setting sun so brightly, that he was compelled to protect his eyes with his hand from their blinding red brilliancy.
Meanwhile the uncle, who Was afflicted with the gout, had trundled his movable chair toward his nephew. "Aha!" exclaimed he, laughing, "the old lords shine a brilliant greeting upon thee, as they should upon so worthy a descendant of their house. So is it also my duty to do; and if I do not perform it with quite so much grace, the fault must be attributed to this rascally gout, which rages in my bones as if the whole Russian army were marauding there."
Arwed, kissing the old count"s hand, protested against all ceremony; the latter, however, would not be persuaded, but slowly raised himself from his chair, suppressing the pain it gave him, until he stood upright before his nephew. His purple velvet cap, from under which his thin white locks escaped, his sharply delineated, intelligent, good humored, and withal bold face, which the lines of age and experience had but enn.o.bled, his tall and powerful frame, set off with an ermine-lined green hunting dress, altogether gave him the appearance of one of the old Norman princes of long forgotten times, and Arwed involuntarily started back before the n.o.ble figure.
"My dear nephew!" said the old man with his deep and thrilling voice, and holding aloft the silver goblet with solemn dignity, "once again I welcome thee to the castle of our ancestors, and from this goblet I drink to thy welfare and to our common lineage."
He drank, and then handed the goblet to the youth, who, after draining it, tenderly embraced his worthy uncle. Sinking back into his chair, the old man pointed to the window, where stood a table replenished with wine and drinking cups.
Arwed wheeled him to it, and, sitting down, filled his goblet afresh.
"Now, what news do you bring, captain?" asked the uncle with a hearty shake of the hand; "or perhaps a yet higher t.i.tle--hey?"
"I am dismissed, with the rank of major," answered Arwed, with a slight shrug of the shoulders.
"I understand," cried the uncle. "Punishment and reward, wound and balsam, all in a breath. One may see by this, that a woman governs in Sweden. She holds to the doctrine according to the excellent German proverb, of washing the fur without wetting it. With Charles XII you would not have escaped so easily! All that has occurred redounds to your credit, and the "out of service," attached to your rank of major, is as honorable to you as would be the order of the seraphim."
"Where is cousin Christine?" asked Arwed, to interrupt his uncle"s praises, which covered his cheeks with blushes.
"She rode out to meet you," answered the old man, "I should have accompanied her, but my gouty feet forbade it. The king"s death and my anxiety for its consequences, have so pulled me down that I came this time very near going, and shall never entirely recover from the shock.
I cannot imagine how the maiden could have missed you."