Sperver's indignation was mounting.
"There's the happiness and felicity of the rich! What is the good of
being master of Nideck, with castles, forests, lakes, and all the best
parts of the Black Forest, when an innocent looking damsel comes and
says to you in her sweet soft voice, 'Is that your will? Well, it is not
mine. Do you say I must? Well, I say no, I won't.' Is it not awful? Would
it not be better to be a woodcutter's son and live quietly upon the wages
of your day's work? Come on, Fritz; let us be off. I am suffocating here;
I want to get into the open air."
And the good fellow, seizing my arm, dragged me down the corridor.
It was now about nine. The sky had been fair when we got up, but now the
clouds had again covered the dreary earth, the north wind was raising the
snow in ghostly eddies against the window-panes, and I could scarcely
distinguish the summits of the neighbouring mountains.
We were going down the stairs which led into the hall, when, at a turn in
the corridor, we found ourselves face to face with Tobias Offenloch, the
worthy major-domo, in a great state of palpitation.
"Halloo!" he cried, closing our way with his stick right across the
passage; "where are you off to in such a hurry? What about our
breakfast?"
"Breakfast! which breakfast do you mean?" asked Sperver.
"What do you mean by pretending to forget what breakfast? Are not you and
I to breakfast this very morning with Doctor Fritz?"
"Aha! so we are! I had forgotten all about it."
And Offenloch burst into a great laugh which divided his jolly face from
ear to ear.
"Ha, ha! this is rather beyond a joke. And I was afraid of being too
late! Come, let us be moving. Kasper is upstairs waiting. I ordered
him to lay the breakfast in your room; I thought we should be more
comfortable there. Good-bye for the present, doctor."
"Are you not coming up with us?" asked Sperver.
"No, I am going to tell the countess that the Baron de Zimmer-Bluderich
begs the honour to thank her in person before he leaves the castle."
"The Baron de Zimmer?"
"Yes, that stranger who came yesterday in the middle of the night."
"Well, you must make haste."
"Yes, I shall not be long. Before you have done uncorking the bottles
I shall be with you again."
And he hobbled away as fast as he could.
The mention of breakfast had given a different turn to Sperver's
thoughts.
"Exactly so," he observed, turning back; "the best way to drown all
your cares is to drink a draught of good wine. I am very glad we are
going to breakfast in my room. Under those great high vaults in the
fencing-school, sitting round a small table, you feel just like
mice nibbling a nut in a corner of a big church. Here we are, Fritz.
Just listen to the wind whistling through the arrow-slits. In
half-an-hour there will be a storm."
He pushed the door open; and Kasper, who was only drumming with his
fingers upon the window-panes, seemed very glad to see us. That little
man had flaxen hair and a snub nose. Sperver had made him his factotum;
it was he who took to pieces and cleaned his guns, mended the
riding-horses' harness, fed the dogs in his absence, and superintended in
the kitchen the preparation of his favourite dishes. On grand occasions
he was outrider. He now stood with a napkin over his arm, and was gravely
uncorking the long-necked bottle of Rhenish.
"Kasper," said his master, as soon as he had surveyed this satisfactory
state of things--"Kasper, I was very well pleased with you yesterday;
everything was excellent; the roast kid, the chicken, and the fish. I
like fair-play, and when a man has done his duty I like to tell him so.
To-day I am quite as well satisfied. The boar's head looks excellent with
its white-wine sauce; so does the crayfish soup. Isn't it your opinion
too, Fritz?"
I assented.
"Well," said Sperver, "since it is so, you shall have the honour of
filling our glasses. I mean to raise you step by step, for you are a very
deserving fellow."
Kasper looked down bashfully and blushed; he seemed to enjoy his master's
praises.
We took our places, and I was wondering at this quondam poacher, who in
years gone by was content to cook his own potatoes in his cottage, now
assuming all the airs of a great seigneur. Had he been born Lord of
Nideck he could not have put on a more noble and dignified attitude at
table. A single glance brought Kasper to his side, made him bring such
and such a bottle, or bring the dish he required.
We were just going to attack the boar's head when Master Tobias
appeared in person, followed by no less a personage than the Baron of
Zimmer-Bluderich, attended by his groom.
We rose from our seats. The young baron advanced to meet us with head
uncovered. It was a noble-looking head, pale and haughty, with a
surrounding of fine dark hair. He stopped before Sperver.
"Monsieur," said he in that pure Saxon accent which no other dialect can
approach, "I am come to ask you for information as to this locality.
Madame la Comtesse de Nideck tells me that no one knows these mountains
so well as yourself."
"That is quite true, monseigneur, and I am quite at your service."
"Circumstances of great urgency oblige me to start in the midst of the
storm," replied the baron, pointing to the window-panes thickly covered
with flakes of snow. "I must reach Wald Horn, six leagues from this
place!"
"That will be a hard matter, my lord, for all the roads are blocked up
with snow."
"I am aware of that, but necessity obliges."
"You must have a guide, then. I will go, if you will allow me, to Sébalt
Kraft, the head huntsman at Nideck. He knows the mountains almost as well
as I do."
"I am much obliged to you for your kind offers, and I am very grateful,
but still I cannot accept them. Your instructions will be quite
sufficient."
Sperver bowed, then advancing to a window, he opened it wide. A furious
blast of wind rushed in, driving the whirling snow as far as the
corridor, and slammed the door with a crash.
I remained by my chair, leaning on its back. Kasper slunk into a corner.
Sperver and the baron, with his groom, stood at the open window.
"Gentlemen," said Sperver with a loud voice to make himself heard above
the howling winds, and with arm extended, "you see the country mapped out
before you. If the weather was fair I would take you up into the tower,
and then we could see the whole of the Black Forest at our feet, but it
is no use now. Here you can see the peak of the Altenberg. Farther on
behind that white ridge you may see the Wald Horn, beaten by a furious
storm. You must make straight for the Wald Horn. From the summit of the
rock, which seems formed like a mitre, and is called Roche Fendue, you
will see three peaks, the Behrenkopp, the Geierstein, and the Trielfels.
It is by this last one at the right that you must proceed. There is a
torrent across the valley of the Rhéthal, but it must be frozen now. In
any case, if you can get no farther, you will find on your left, on
following the bank, a cavern half-way up the hill, called Roche Creuse.
You can spend the night there, and to-morrow very likely, if the wind
falls, you will see the Wald Horn before you. If you are lucky enough to
meet with a charcoal-burner, he might, perhaps, show you where there is a
ford over the stream; but I doubt whether one will be found anywhere on
such a day as this. There are none from our neighbourhood. Only be
careful to go right round the base of the Behrenkopp, for you could not
get down the other side. It is a precipice."
During these observations I was watching Sperver, whose clear, energetic
tones indicated the different points in the road with the greatest
precision, and I watched, too, the young baron, who was listening with
the closest attention. No obstacle seemed to alarm him. The old groom
seemed not less bent upon the enterprise.
Just as they were leaving the window a momentary light broke through the
grey snow-clouds--just one of those moments when the eddying wind lays
hold of the falling clouds of snow and flings them back again like
floating garments of white. Then for a moment there was a glimpse of the
distance. The three peaks stood out behind the Altenberg. The description
which Sperver had given of invisible objects became visible for a few
moments; then the air again was veiled in ghostly clouds of flying snow.
"Thank you," said the baron. "Now I have seen the point I am to make for;
and, thanks to your explanations, I hope to reach it."
Sperver bowed without answering. The young man and his servant, having
saluted us, retired slowly and gravely.
Gideon shut the window, and addressing Master Tobias and me, said--
"The deuce must be in the man to start off in such horrible weather as
this. I could hardly turn out a wolf on such a day as this. However, it
is their business, not mine. I seem to remember that young man's face,
and his servant's too. Now let us drink! Maître Tobie, your health!"
I had gone to the window, and as the Baron Zimmer and his groom mounted
on horseback in the middle of the courtyard, in spite of the snow which
was filling the air, I saw at the left in a turret, pierced with long
Gothic windows, the pale countenance of Odile directed long and anxiously
towards the young man.
"Halloo, Fritz! what are you doing?"
"I am only looking at those strangers' horses."
"Oh, the Wallachians! I saw them this morning in the stable. They are
splendid animals."
The horsemen galloped away at full speed, and the curtain in the
turret-window dropped.