Hereupon the prince and the mayor became involved in so animated a dispute that each sprang from his chair and begun to pound with his fists on the table with such vigor that the candle-sticks, ink-horn and sand-box danced quite a lively jig.
The argument continued until his highness suddenly remembered what was becoming to his dignity; then he rapped the court to order and announced that the hearing was adjourned until the next day.
The following morning Hugo resumed his confession:
I found a stout leather bag in the sacristy, into which I put all the church vessels of gold and silver which had been defiled in the baccha.n.a.lian orgies. I did not forget the Virgin"s diadem, either.
My left shoulder ached dreadfully under the heavy load, but, because the white dove I told you about was perched on the other shoulder, I would not shift the bag from side to side, which would have made it easier to carry. The revolving Saint Sebastian enabled me to escape from the castle, but I still had a high bastion to scale. I found the rope ladder by means of which the women had climbed over, and very soon I was on the high road, travelling as swiftly as I could for the heavy bag, toward the harbor--
"Hold!" interrupted the chair, "I"ve caught you at last! If what you have told us is true, why didn"t you go at once with the bag of church property to the burgomaster of the city, and tell him of your discovery at the castle? The impious revellers might have been taken into custody that same night."
"Yes--yes--" the prince made haste to add, "why didn"t you do that, instead of thinking it necessary to escape on a ship?"
"I believe I can explain my action to the satisfaction of the high-born gentlemen," deferentially responded the prisoner. "You will understand at once why I wanted to take a ship, when I tell you the name of the city. It was Stettin. It was in possession, at that time, of Gustavus Adolphus, whose heretic generals cared very little whether the Blessed Virgin or Baphomet were worshipped in the Catholic churches, which had already been desecrated more than once by themselves. Indeed, the relations between the knights and the heretics was most friendly, because the former had joined forces with the Swedes, and had fought bravely against the imperial beleaguerers. They were loyal comrades in arms with the heretics. That is why I deemed it wiser to escape from the city--"
"And you were right--quite right!" with unmistakable approval in his tone, commented the prince. "The Swedish heretics were not the proper authorities to settle so sacred and important a matter. The _furtum sacrosanctorum_ may be stricken from the list of indictments."
"As may all that follow!" growled the mayor into his beard. "Now we shall hear how this innocent criminal disposes of the _homicidium_!"
PART V.
THE HOMICIDE.
CHAPTER I.
ON BOARD MYNHEER"S SHIP.
A convincing proof of my honest and pious intentions is, that notwithstanding I was in great need of money--I hadn"t a penny to my name!--it never occurred to me to help myself from the alms-box at the door of the chapel, which, at such seasons like Pa.s.sion Week, was always well filled.
I had no "motive" to carry the box with me--it had not been defiled by sacrilegious hands.
I still wore the dress in which I had masqueraded as a lictor: the Roman balten, the leathern caliga, the chalizeh sandals with straps, and the ancient Hebrew pallium. Anywhere else in the civilized world a man garbed as I was would have been arrested as a vagabond lunatic; but I was not molested in Stettin.
That city, under Swedish domination, was a free port; the mouth of the Oder was crowded with vessels of all sorts, from all countries. The quay swarmed with negroes, Spaniards, Turks, Chinese--all nationalities, all the costumes of the globe were represented.
Consequently no one, however striking may have been his garb, would have attracted special attention. Nor did I, as I pa.s.sed through the crowd in search of a vessel that was lifting her anchor, preparatory to sailing at once.
Chance led me to a Dutch ship.
The owner of the craft, Mynheer Ruissen, paid no attention to me until after we were out of the harbor, and were scudding before a favorable wind. Then, as he was pa.s.sing along the deck, his eyes fell on me, where I was sitting near the rail, with my bag by my side.
He stopped in front of me, thrust his hands into the pockets of his coat, and, after a moment"s close scrutiny, addressed me in a language I had never heard before. He tried several different tongues--oriental by their sound--with the same result. I could only indicate by shaking my head that I did not understand him. At last he became impatient, and exclaimed in Flemish:
"Potztausend-wetter! What language does this fellow speak, I wonder?"
I understood him then, and told him I could speak Dutch, and that I was not a heathen from the Orient, but a native of Europe, and a Christian like himself.
"And where are you going, may I ask?"
"Wherever your ship will take me," I answered.
"Have you the money to pay for your pa.s.sage?"
"Not a solitary batz."
"Have you anything of value?"
"I have a beautiful golden flask set with precious gems, which I will give you as a pledge, or in payment--as you prefer."
"Did you come by it honestly?"
"I will take my oath that I did not steal it. A beautiful woman gave it to me as a souvenir. May I sink with this ship to the bottom of the sea, if every word I tell you is not true!"
"Na, Na,! you needn"t mind swearing in that way," hastily interposed Mynheer. "I don"t want my ship to go to the bottom of the sea! Is the flask worth enough to pay for your pa.s.sage to Hamburg?"
"It would fetch more than your whole ship!"
He paused a moment, then asked again:
"What have you got in that bag?"
"Gold and silver vessels, and jewels."
"Are they souvenirs too? There, there, you needn"t mind swearing again! I won"t arrest you--it"s no concern of mine how you came by them."
I told him then that if he would take me to his private cabin, I would tell him how I came to have the valuables in my possession.
He led me to his cabin, where he bade me place the leather bag in the corner. Then he ordered one mug of beer to be brought; filled a porcelain pipe--about the size of a thimble--with tobacco, thrust the stem between his lips, but did not light it--I dare say, because he feared it might burn out before he had emptied the beer mug, from which he took an occasional sip while I was telling him my story.
When I had told him of the scandalous scenes in the castle, and of my escape with the denied vessels, which I had decided to take to the archbishop, Mynheer removed the pipe from his lips, deliberately knocked the tobacco into the palm of his hand and emptied it into the tobacco-pouch. Then he drained the last sip of beer from the mug, thrust his hands into his pockets and said:
"Well, my son, you have acted cleverly, and stupidly at the same time.
To fetch the things away with you, was clever--very! But, to decide that you--by yourself--a poor unknown devil, would be believed by the archbishop, when you accused so powerful an order as the _Dornenritter_ of blasphemy and sacrilege, was stupid in the extreme.
n.o.body will believe your story; you will be ridiculed, and told that you dreamed all these things."
"But," I interposed, "how could I have dreamed things, no living being ever saw with his eyes, or heard with his ears? How could I have dreamed the Baphomet worship? How could I have dreamed names like Jaldabaoth and Ophiomorpho, and that disquisition around the sarcophagus?"
"Why, you stupid lad! Don"t you see they will say you have been reading the secret pamphlet which was published by the opponents of the Ancient Order of Templars? But, what was permitted to King Philip will not be tolerated in you; you will not be allowed to tell stories about Baphomet idolatry, and serpent worship. And, suppose you are allowed to tell what you "saw with your eyes and heard with your ears"--you have no witness to prove that what you say is true."
"Oh, haven"t I?" I cried, triumphantly producing from the leather bag the pyx with its contents. "Here is my witness: this sacred wafer, defiled by the idol-worshippers. See! here in the center of it, is the print of Ashtoreth"s slipper heel, where she trod it under foot. You see, it is directly over the banner of the _Agnus Dei_?"