PROBABILITY OF ESCAPING AND LEAVING MY HEART BEHIND ME.
Though this retreat was necessary for our safety, and plenty of
provisions were sent to us, to the great contentment of Dandy
Dreghorn, and though we had the full liberty of traversing certain
apartments which overlooked the spacious garden of the mansion, (to
me) there was something rather irritating in the conviction of being
compelled to lurk like a thief, even from the terrible Tilly; the
more so, as at a distance we heard the twang of trumpets and horns,
and the din of cymbals and kettle-drums, as his columns of horse and
foot poured on towards the fated Elbe.
The apartments and their furniture were alike elegant and luxurious;
the high-backed chairs were of ebonlike oak, covered by crimson
velvet and stuffed with down; the floors, of hard red Memel wood,
were polished and varnished till they shone like glass; the
tapestries of crimson and gold were set in broad carved frames of oak
and gilded wood; the lozenged windows were tinted by innumerable
coats-of-arms; some of the compartments stood open, admitting into
these old chambers, which were coeval with the days of Magnus
Torquatus, Duke of Luneburg, the warmth of the July sun, together
with the rich perfume of the ripe strawberry-beds, the fragrant
honeysuckle, the jasmine and the rose, which mingled with the bright
red and blue convolvuli, that clambered up the carved mullions of the
antique casements.
Within the mansion, but at a distance, I heard the sound of voices
and of laughter--the loud hearty laughter of heedless soldiers; for
the count was entertaining Tilly and some of the officers and
cavaliers of his staff.
During the somewhat monotonous day I spent in these stately
apartments, Ernestine and Gabrielle came separately to converse with
me for a few minutes--to bring me books and refreshments--evincing so
much kindness and sisterly solicitude in these little visits, that my
heart swelled with gratitude and pleasure; and I looked forward with
regret to the time that must separate me from hostesses so ladylike
and so winning.
About sunset, when I had given up the expectation of seeing them any
more, I heard the rustle of a silk dress in the long corridor, and
saw Ernestine standing irresolutely at the farthest end of it, with
the embarrassed air of one who thought she was coming too often! She
stood and smiled, her timid expression contrasting strongly with the
noble beauty of her face and figure. I sprang forward--I was so
happy to see her; for there are so many ways in which one can be
interested in a beautiful woman--but Ernestine was yet quite a girl.
All I had seen of her, during those three days which we had spent
constantly together under such peculiar circumstances, with her
father's remarks about Tilly's aide-de-camp, increased rather than
diminished this interest, for she evidently did not care a jot about
her destined husband.
"I come for the last time to see you again," said she, with one of
her sweet and quiet smiles; "at midnight Corporal Spürrledter will
meet you at the end of this corridor, and conduct you to a secret
place on the bank of the Elbe--a place that is unwatched, and to
which (on burning a blue light) a boat will come off from the
Saxe-Lauenburg side, and convey you away."
"I will never forget this kindness, Ernestine," I replied timidly,
touching her hand with my lip; "never! You and Gabrielle have been
to me as sisters. I go--and you will remember me no more; but
believe me the memory of these last three days will never be effaced
from my mind."
She smiled.
"And you tell me all this as if I did not know soldiers, who say the
same thing to every pretty fraülein who binds up a scar, or is
compelled to act hostess by a burgomaster's order. While Tilly and
my father march on their troops to the conquest of Denmark, Gabrielle
and I will reside here; and the count has desired me to say, that if
ever you should find yourself a prisoner or a fugitive, friendless
and in want of military employment, to communicate with him through
the officer commanding any Austrian garrison, and he will not fail to
succour and protect you. Here, at our new appanage, Gabrielle and I
will remain until the war with Christian is over, and we return to
Carlstein, or our new hotel near the Scots Gate at Vienna. At all
events," she added, as she gave me her hand with that charming
frankness which she inherited from her Scottish rather than her
Spanish blood, "whatever the fortune of war may be, and though we may
never meet again, you will ever be our friend."
"Your friend, Ernestine! oh, I shall ever be more than that!"
"Of course, are you not my enemy, and fighting against the great
Catholic Empire? You must content you with being, if you can, my
simple friend."
"Ernestine," I began, taking her hand again----
"Nay, nay," she replied quickly, in a way that somewhat reminded me
of my friend the actress; "do not look lacrymose and attempt to act
the lover, for lovers quarrel many times, but friends seldom more
than once. Besides, rumour says that Gabrielle and I have quite too
many admirers already."
There was more of Gabrielle's playfulness in this, than the queenlike
manner usual to Ernestine. We gazed at each other timidly, and then
smiled.
"My old confessor, Father d'Eydel, of the order of Jesus, wrote a
charming little book on love and friendship," said Ernestine; "and,
moreover, he dedicated it to Gabrielle and me----"
"I should like to know the Jesuit's ideas of love."
"He said that one friend was worth an army of lovers; that love is
like wine--bright, beautiful, and intoxicating; but friendship is
like the inexhaustible water of a pure fountain--clear, cool, and
refreshing; he said that love was all hot and heedless impulse,
whereas friendship embraced the finest emotions of the heart and
head."
"You are quite a philosopher; and yet--ah! Ernestine--there is a
merry twinkle in your beautiful eyes belying all you say."
"Moreover, Father d'Eydel told me, at the Scots convent, I should
have nothing to do with lovers----"
"Father d'Eydel----" I began impatiently.
Ernestine held up her pretty white hand.
"He told me, love was like a two-edged sword----"
"Did he not tell you it was like wine, but with water too?"
"That it ennerved the hearts of the young, and failed to inspire the
hearts of the old. To women, he recommended religion and the
cloister----"
"This devil of a d'Eydel would soon bring the world to an end! And
to men----"
"A jovial cup of wine; for it never failed alike to fire the hearts
of the old and the young, the brave and the timid. But now, sir, I
must leave you. Tilly is to sup with my father, who at nightfall is
to make a movement up the Elbe with his own regiments, the Reitres of
Giezar and Kœningratz, so that I cannot absent myself longer.
Adieu!--believe me, you have all our best and kindest wishes----"
"Ernestine!" I urged, endeavouring to detain her.
"Our Lady bless you! do not forget that, at midnight, Spürrledter
will be awaiting you at the end of that passage."
She retired by the door, which she had been gradually approaching,
and, as it closed, my heart felt a pang at the idea that we should
never meet again. But a soldier's life is full of merry meetings and
sad partings. In time, I fear me, we get used to them.
Honest Dandy's loquacity, when I announced the enterprise on which we
were to set forth at midnight, considerably disturbed the current of
my reflections. I would rather have been alone. I longed for one
more glimpse of Ernestine, and to have one word more with her. Fifty
things I had left unsaid now occurred to me, and many that seemed as
if they had been better left unsaid. Then came the usual fears, that
I might have offended her by saying too much--"but, what matter all
these thoughts?" I said; "to-morrow the Elbe will be between us, and
next day we shall forget all about it." But I still seemed to see
that soft feminine face, and those beautiful dark eyes, and the voice
of Ernestine lingered in my ear, till, as I reclined on one of the
cushioned window-seats, and gazed upon the dying twilight, night
stole on; and Dandy (who had been examining with grim accuracy the
edges of our swords and dirks, and had charged my pistols), finding
that I was averse to conversation, wiled away the time by making a
last investigation of the panelled chambers, in the hope of finding a
stray edible or drinkable in some forgotten nook. Then he drew to my
side as the darkness deepened; for the grotesque features, and old
German architecture of the place, began to have, as he said, "an unco
mirk and eerie look aboot them."