STRALSUND.
Stralsund was now the largest and most wealthy city in the Duchy of
Pomerania. Boasting of an origin that dated from Sünno II., king of
the Franks, and deriving its name from the narrow Sund that lies
between it and the isle of Rügen, it had gradually become a great
commercial city, with vast trade and ample privileges, which its
burghers had successfully defended against all princes who had
endeavoured to subvert or subdue them; and once they had opposed with
success and with victory the united arms of Sweden, Denmark, and ten
other principalities. From thenceforward the stout burghers were
considered unconquerable, and their city impregnable. Jaromar,
prince of Rügen, increased the city in 1209, and his son first
fortified it; after this its walls became gradually stronger, and
there were no less than six gates and as many bridges facing the
Sound, which extends one mile in breadth between it and Rügen. To
the landward it was fenced round by regular bulwarks, and the lake of
Franken, a falcon-shot in width; over this was a high causeway, with
dams and bridges, every approach to which was barred by bastions and
cavaliers, mounted by brass guns, and swept by numerous casemates.
Under the Count of Carlstein, a strong brigade of horse and foot lay
intrenched before the gate that faced the causeway and lake of
Franken. Major-general Arnheim assailed the right flank of the city,
and Wallenstein in person pressed it on the left; but Stralsund,
being open to the sea, was supplied with provisions from that quarter
for a time, as all the shipping sent by Sigismund, king of Poland, to
the assistance of the Emperor, had been sunk by the Scottish fleet in
the Danish service--thus the Imperial generalissimo of the northern
seas had not a single ship wherewith to blockade the harbour.
Colonel Heinrich Holka, whom Christian had appointed governor of
Stralsund, with a mixed force of Scottish and Danish infantry, had
considerably weakened his resources by neglect; and at the most
desperate crisis of the siege, had found time to take unto himself a
young and beautiful wife, celebrating his nuptials in a public
manner, amid the dismayed and disheartened citizens, and immediately
under the shot of the Imperial batteries. This act was deemed alike
unwise, and at such a time improper. Poor Holka was displaced, and
Field-marshal Sir Alexander Leslie of Balgonie (in Fifeshire), a
cavalier who served the King of Sweden, and whose skill, as displayed
in after years in Lower Saxony, and in the ever memorable wars of the
National Covenant, must always mark him as a man of the highest
military genius, was appointed to govern, defend, and rescue
Stralsund.
Enraged by the affront, Colonel Holka changed banners, and joined the
Emperor, who created him a count, and gave him a regiment of
infantry. He, moreover, changed his religion no less than three
times; but, being seized by the plague, died at last a Protestant,
leaving behind him the usual reputation of the Imperialists--that of
having been a wealthy, rapacious, dissolute, and ferocious soldier.
On the same evening that Christian, from the westward, sailed into
the narrow strip of water between Rügen and Stralsund, a fleet,
having the three crowns of Sweden flying at the mast-head of each
ship, entered the east end of the Sound, having on board Sir
Alexander Leslie, and five thousand of the gallant and well-appointed
Scottish veterans of the glorious Gustavus--the star of the north!
When anchoring close beside us, the Swedes opened their red ports and
fired a royal salute on learning that King Christian was in the bay.
Their sides were lined by men, and many a cry of welcome, of
greeting, and recognition, were joyfully given and warmly responded
to. The artillery of the town had no time to salute either of the
fleets; for at that crisis the cannoniers of Wallenstein (who on the
preceding night had returned from Gustraw) were redoubling their
efforts, and his batteries were firing furiously on the city.
It was at that very time, when the united fleets of Christian IV. and
Marshal Leslie anchored off the city, that Wallenstein, who from an
eminence was watching us through his Galileo glass, swore so
impiously--
"By the wounds of God! I will take Stralsund, even if He slung it in
chains between the heavens and earth! I will make these Scottish
wolves eat each other up, and teach them that Protestantism was
buried on the day when I was born!"
And in a burst of angry fervour he kissed a consecrated medal, which
had been suspended round his neck when a child by his mother, and
which had never since been for a moment from his person. It was one
of those said to have been struck at Rome, to commemorate the
massacre of St. Bartholomew; but with what truth I pretend not to say.
Shot could not reach the seaward side of the city, therefore we were
comparatively safe.
The evening sun was shining on its towers and spires, and on the blue
water that reflected them; and by my side stood Ernestine, pale and
agitated, between the expectation of meeting her father--of weeping
on his breast, and pouring out her tale of sorrow there; and at the
necessity for leaving me when about to engage in all the dangers of a
desperate siege. She placed her arm through mine, and we stood in
silence. I occasionally pressed her hand as if to reassure and
remind her that I was still by her side; and divined her thoughts,
which wandered to the faint white line that gleamed afar off in the
sunset, and indicated the Imperial tents, visible between some of the
openings of that stately city, where so many of our Scottish soldiers
fought so nobly, and where, alas! so many found their last home; for
the siege of Stralsund was one of the most determined and desperate
events of the great German war--the sack of Magdeburg excepted.
In the still evening air the boom of the cannon was incessant on the
landward or opposite side of the city; and as the shadows deepened we
could distinguish the lurid flashes reddening behind the outline of
the spires and houses. Above them, in the blue sky, there hung the
mingled smoke of the daily contest, deepening and darkening over the
city as a pall--and a veritable pall it was; for under it many a
brave fellow found a soldier's death, and a soldier's coffinless
grave.
"You still gaze at the Imperial tents, dear Ernestine," said I. Her
eyes were full of tears.
"Yes, Philip; for now we must part, and the sooner it is over the
better--for the sooner you will see me again. The king is
approaching, ask him concerning my transmission--now--now! there is
not a moment to be lost!"
I took off my bonnet and approached Christian IV., but paused on
seeing our colonel, Sir Donald, in the act of presenting a greyhaired
cavalier, who had just come on board. He was plainly accoutred in an
unlaced buff-coat and black iron cuirass, over which hung the Swedish
order of the Tower and Sword.
"Stay, Philip," said Ian; "that is the great Sir Alexander Leslie,
the conqueror of the Poles at Dantzig."
I looked with interest at this remarkable man, whose talent, bravery,
and adventurous genius had won him a European reputation, and were
yet to make him the founder of a noble Scottish family. He was short
in stature, and somewhat decrepit in figure; but had a round and
pleasant face, a short beard and mustaches, well pointed up; grey
hair shorn short, _à la soldatesque_, and a visage embrowned by
constant exposure to the weather.
I heard him acquaint the king of the number of his regiments and
their colonels, among whom I remember the Lord Spynie, Colonel
Alexander Seaton, and Sir Patrick Ruthven, of loyal and gallant
memory.
In the midst of this, Christian's eye had observed me standing bonnet
in hand, a little in the background, and he immediately said--
"Do you wish to address me, Herr Captain?"
"Whenever your majesty is at leisure."
"Speak now, Mein Herr."
"The daughter of Count Carlstein, whom your majesty has been pleased
to protect, has sent me to beg that you will have the kindness to
order her transmission, to that part of the Imperial lines where the
troops of the count, her father, are cantoned."
"No officer in Stralsund would venture on such a service," said Sir
Alexander Leslie, who was pleased to survey me with particular
attention.
"Is the duty so sharp here, marshal?" asked the king.
"No man can venture a pistol-shot from the walls, as I am informed by
Colonel Holka."
"Desperate though it be," said I; "I will gladly undertake this duty."
"Captain Rollo is one of my best officers," his majesty was pleased
to reply; "and I assure you, marshal, that I cannot afford to lose
him."
Old Sir Alexander Leslie, who had given a casual glance at Ernestine,
and had perceived, as the wind blew her veil aside, that she
possessed uncommon personal attractions, gave me a knowing smile, and
said--
"Captain, it is alike a moral and physical impossibility to
communicate in any way with the Imperialists, who fire
indiscriminately upon every one, and shoot all that dare approach
their posts, even under cartel. Give my word--the word of auld
Balgonie, to the young lady, and say that unless, with woman's
wilfulness, she prefers danger to safety, she cannot now be
transmitted to the Imperial camp; but that until her friends become
more courteous, until they are vanquished or the city falls, she
shall have the best house in Stralsund. Does this meet with your
majesty's approval?"
"In every way, Sir Alexander. You have spoken my thoughts and wishes
regarding a charming young lady, whom I pledged my word to protect;
and whom I now confide to your care. You have heard, madam, the
views of our brave marshal."
Ernestine bowed with a sweet smile to his majesty, and with the
dignity of a queen--a Spanish, and not a German one.
I own this arrangement did not displease me; and, after explaining to
Ernestine the impossibility of reaching the Imperial camp at present,
I added every thing else that might console her. Other ideas came
into my head; and it seemed to me that Colonel Holka, in marrying his
pretty young wife amid the turmoil of a protracted siege, took
neither a bad nor unwise method of solacing himself during the
horrors by which he was no doubt surrounded.
These thoughts recurred to me again and again. The advantage that
would accrue to Ernestine in having a legitimate protector was quite
apparent; but then her sister's recent death, and her present
helpless condition, restrained me from advancing such a project.
Moreover, to the count it might seem that an undue advantage had been
taken of those peculiar circumstances by which she had been thrown
among us so strangely and alone.