The interesting pair had just returned from the church, where, in pursuance of a good old custom, they had made their mutual engagements in the presence of their G.o.d, and commended themselves to his protection by pious prayer. In the house-door they encountered their brother-in-law, who was returning from the city council-room, where his attendance had a short time before been required. He was, however, unusually pale, returned but brief thanks for the joyous greeting of the lovers, and silently mounted the stairs with a slow and dull motion, as if he had been troubled with asthma.
"In G.o.d"s name, my brother, what has happened to you?" cried Dorn, returning from the kitchen, where he had left his fair companion.
"Dark clouds are beginning to overshadow our horizon," answered Fessel, with anxious concern. "Colonel von Goes has arrived, and demands permission to march through the city with seven squadrons of the Lichtensteins."
"Goes!" exclaimed Dorn, becoming paler than his brother-in-law, and covering his face with his hands.
"What is the matter with you?" asked the astonished Fessel. "Do you know so much evil of the man?"
"From the knowledge I obtained of him during my military service,"
answered Dorn, making an effort to command himself, "I may p.r.o.nounce him a good soldier, and a man of honor; but he adheres to the catholic faith with ferocious zeal."
"We are under no obligation," continued Fessel, "to admit troops within our walls, except upon the especial command of his imperial majesty...."
"You will not do so on this occasion!" exclaimed Dorn with fearful vehemence. "You will render the people of your city miserable if you open your gates to these dreadful protectors. They have given a specimen of the manner in which they treat protestants, at Glogau."
"What can we do?" said Fessel, shrugging his shoulders. "The honorable council have a great inclination to admit them, and for that purpose hastily called some of the most respectable burghers to the town-house, to give their opinions as to what answer should be returned to the request. We honestly stated to the gentlemen what we expected of them.
The colonel then remarked, that he hoped we would not show such disrespect to the imperial troops, as to compel them to take a wide circuit round the city in the present cold state of the weather. He then proceeded solemnly to swear and protest, that he only desired a pa.s.sage through the city, and a brief rest for the refreshment and recovery of the frozen. Indeed, he said he would have no part in G.o.d"s kingdom, if any citizen were injured in consequence of the granting of his request."
"For G.o.d"s sake, trust not to that oath," begged Dorn.
"If the colonel be a man of honor, as you say, wherefore not?" asked Fessel with surprise.
"Have you forgotten that horrible saying, _haereticis non est servanda fides_?" cried Dorn. "No time is to be lost in averting the evil. The council is still in session. I will accompany you to the town-house, and ask leave to address them upon this matter. Schweidnitz must not open her gates to these hordes. They certainly can show no mandate from the emperor, and if the worst come, we have walls and ditches, and strong burgher hands accustomed to the use of arms, to defend our dearest treasure, religious freedom."
During this conversation, he had with eager impetuosity drawn his brother-in-law towards the door. There they heard the distant notes of a march from trumpets, clarions and kettle-drums, and the confused murmurs of a crowd reached them from the great public square.
"We are too late," sighed Fessel. "The music comes from the direction of the Striegauer-gate. The Lichtensteins are already in the city."
"Then may G.o.d by some miracle give the lie to my fears, and Goes keep his word!" cried Dorn. "I antic.i.p.ate dreadful scenes."
Fessel opened the window and listened to the music, which at first appeared to approach, but afterwards sounded fainter and fainter as if receding. "Do you hear?" said he to his distrusting brother-in-law, "you owe an apology to the worthy colonel for your suspicions. The troops are already pa.s.sing out by the Nieder-gate."
"G.o.d grant it may be so," sighed Dorn, placing himself by Fessel"s side at the window. "I am not yet satisfied of the fact, however." Both continued listening to the last dying tones of the march.
"How the ear can deceive one!" said Fessel. "It now seems to me as if the music were again approaching."
"I fear it does not deceive you this time," answered Dorn significantly. At that moment a cry of fear and anguish arose along the main street, and the worthy serjeant-at-arms of the city council was seen breathlessly running toward the town-house.
"Whither with such haste?" cried Fessel to him from the window.
"G.o.d be merciful to us!" cried the serjeant. "The soldiers have made a halt at the Nieder-gate, have relieved and dismissed the burgher guard there, and, turning to the left about, are now marching up the main street.
"That indeed does not look much like pa.s.sing through the city," sighed Fessel, closing the window. "It rather indicates an intention to take up permanent quarters here."
"For the purpose of proselytism!" cried Dorn, despondingly. "Now G.o.d be merciful to me! For if these villains insult our women, I shall die no natural death."
He hastened forth, while Fessel remained standing at the window awaiting the event in silent sadness.
The music of the Lichtensteins sounded nearer and nearer, and soon their banners, muskets and halberds came waving and glistening up the street, and in serried ranks the troops came marching into the public square. "Halt! order arms!" was now echoed by the commanders. The muskets and halberds rattled upon the stone pavement with a dull crash, the music ceased, and the silent and motionless soldiers remained standing by their arms. Only a malicious smile, which played upon their dark faces, and the restless and inquisitive movements of their twinkling eyes, gave them any appearance of being aught but lifeless statues.
Katharine and Faith, pale as ghosts, followed by their mother, now burst into the room. The children, naturally excited by these unusual occurrences, crowded in after them, to get a better view of what was going forward.
"Have the Lichtensteins turned back?" simultaneously asked or rather shrieked the three women, as Fessel directed their attention to the human ma.s.ses in the public square. "My end has come," groaned the matron, sinking down upon a seat. The children hastened to the window, and in their innocent ignorance right heartily enjoyed the view of the brilliant uniforms, splendid standards and glistening arms of the soldiers.
"Children," said Fessel calmly, "lamentations and complainings cannot help us. Let us not, in the present emergency, lose our presence of mind, which in times of misfortune is the greatest misfortune. I will go to the compting-room, and as far as possible during the short time that remains to us, place my property in safety. My Katharine will hastily collect the most valuable of our things, and conceal them in the under cellar. I will afterwards see what course is required for our personal safety. My mother and sister-in-law must meanwhile prepare for the quartering of the soldiers. As a well conditioned merchant, and a warden of the evangelical church, I may expect that a full share of them will be a.s.signed to my house."
"It is fortunate that we have a repast already provided for them,"
sighed Katharine, seeking, among a bunch hanging at her girdle, for the key of the plate closet.
"Provided for the betrothal-feast of our good sister!" said Fessel, compa.s.sionately caressing the cold cheek of the maiden. "Poor child!
they will leave you little enjoyment of it to-day."
"Only see!" cried little Hedwig at the window, "the officers are all crowding around a tall stately chief, and our alderman Newmann is standing near him with uncovered head and a great number of slips of paper in both hands."
"The tall officer is the colonel," said Fessel to them by way of explanation, "They are drawing tickets for their quarters."
"My G.o.d!" suddenly shrieked Faith, who had stepped to the window, and flew back to the remotest corner of the room.
"What is the matter with thee, sister?" asked the sympathizing Katharine, hastening to her side.
"It is all over with us," sighed Faith, pressing her little hands upon her beating heart. "One of the officers suddenly stared wildly up towards the house. I saw his face but for an instant, and it was partly shaded by his plume; but I recognised it so certainly and with so much alarm that I could not help screaming. It was childish, I know. Pardon me that I frightened you so needlessly. How could this man come here at the present time? and what a fool I was instantly to fear the worst!"
"Of whom do you speak, my daughter?" asked the anxious widow; and, as Faith was about to explain, Dorn rushed into the room.
"Save yourself!" he cried. "Your persecutor, the broken captain of dragoons, now commands a company of the Lichtensteins, and is endeavoring to get your brother-in-law"s house for his quarters. His h.e.l.lish object is obvious, and he may be expected here every moment."
"Then are we all lost," groaned the mother.
"Not yet," said Katharine, with calm self-possession. "Listen to my proposal. These soldiers cannot stay here forever. While they remain, mother and sister can conceal themselves in the dry vault back of the cellar, whose opening in the garden is concealed by the thick grove of yew-trees. We can pile up boxes and casks before the door, and every evening convey to them provisions and consolation.
"The captain shall be told," interposed Dorn, "that you fled from Schweidnitz the moment you heard of the approach of the Lichtensteins.
G.o.d reward you, Katharine, for the lucky thought."
"You will accompany us in our hiding place, beloved sister will you not?" asked Faith.
"Shall I take my husband and children into your circ.u.mscribed retreat?"
smilingly asked Katharine; "or could you really and in earnest ask me to desert the dearest objects on earth to me? Nor is there any reason why I should. You have a sufficient cause for concealing yourself, having offended a bad man who would probably improve the first opportunity to avenge himself. I am only threatened with the same misfortunes every family in the city must expect, and with G.o.d"s help I must endeavor to bear them."
"She is entirely right," decided the mother.
"My n.o.ble wife!" cried Fessel, embracing his courageous and confiding spouse. At the same instant Hedwig, who was still at the window, cried: "There comes a hateful red-bearded officer directly towards the house, with a whole troop of soldiers behind him."
"Then indeed there is no time to be lost," said Dorn, hurrying the mother and daughter from the room. "Farewell!" cried the women to each other. "G.o.d"s angels protect you!" said Fessel, proceeding to the door, at which the Lichtensteins were loudly knocking.
CHAPTER VII.