Mynheer Bunckum's head butler or steward, a person who was looked upon
with great respect on account of the embroidered coat he wore, was
passing, shortly after the events narrated in our last chapter, the
ruined building in which the Count, unable to release himself, still lay
concealed, when a groan reached his ear. Not being a believer in ghosts
or goblins, on hearing it he exclaimed, "Oh, oh! that's a human voice;
somebody must have tumbled down the well. Whoever that somebody is, I
will get him out; but how that is to be done is the question." He
hunted about till he discovered a hay-rake with a long handle. "This
will serve me as a fishing-rod, and I should not be surprised to find a
fish at the end of it." The steward accordingly went to an opening in
the wall just above the well; he plunged down the rake and quickly
brought it up without anything at the end. "I must try again," he said,
and he passed it round the wall. "I have got something now," he
exclaimed, and he began to haul away. "A heavy fish at all events," he
cried out. Though a muscular man, as most Frieslanders are, he had a
hard job to haul up the rake. At last, stooping down, his hand came in
contact with the collar of a man's coat. He hauled and hauled away; his
rake had caught in the hyacinthine locks of Count Funnibos, whose
countenance of a cadaverous hue now came in sight.
"Ho, ho!" cried the steward. "Who are you, may I ask?"
The Count was too much exhausted and alarmed to make any answer, and
even when the steward set him on his legs, he had to lean against the
ivied wall to support himself.
"You are the person, I have a notion, who has been giving us all this
trouble," said the steward, looking the Count in the face. "If so, come
along with me, and my master, Mynheer Bunckum, will know what to say to
you."
"I had no intention of giving you or any one else any trouble," answered
the Count, when he at last found words to express himself. "I am much
obliged to you for pulling me out of that dreadful hole, and shall be
still further obliged if you will brush my clothes, and then conduct me
through these grounds so that I may return to my hotel, which I am
anxious to reach this evening."
The steward on hearing this, instead of acceding to the Count's request,
burst into a loud fit of laughter.
"Ho, ho, ho! Very likely indeed," he answered. "You must come along
with me into the presence of Mynheer Bunckum, and he will settle how to
dispose of you."
"But I have no wish to see Mynheer Bunckum," said the Count; "indeed, I
have a decided objection to do so. He has allowed the most unjust
suspicions to take possession of his mind."
"I care not a pin for your objections," said the steward. "Come along
with me, I can waste no further time: come along, I say;" and the
steward laying hold of the Count by one arm, and the collar of his coat
with the other hand, walked him along the path towards the castle in the
fashion policemen are wont to treat offenders in the streets of London.
The Count was too weak from hunger, alarm, and fatigue to offer any
resistance, and allowed himself to be conducted in the direction the
steward chose to go. They soon reached the castle; the steward, on
inquiring for Mynheer Bunckum, was informed that he had gone out with
the fair daughters of Mynheer Van Arent.
"Then there is but one thing to be done," observed the steward. "We
must lock up this stranger in the dungeon till our master returns.
Where are the keys?" They were quickly brought to him, and aided by the
domestics of the establishment, he led the Count down a flight of stone
steps to the dungeon.
"My friend," said the Count, who was beginning to recover, "this is very
extraordinary treatment, but I presume you are acting under orders. I
have a request to make. I am very hungry, and shall feel grateful if
you will bring me some food; and, as I scarcely know otherwise how to
pass the period of my incarceration, I shall be still further obliged if
you will supply me with a violin, should you have such an instrument in
the castle."
"Ho, ho, ho!" laughed the steward. "Then you are a strolling musician,
as we have heard it reported. Well, we happen to have a violin, for I
play it myself, and you shall be supplied with food, as I conclude
Mynheer Bunckum would not wish to starve you to death."
"Thank you, my good friend, I am much obliged to you for your promise;
at the same time, I beg leave to remark that I am not a strolling
musician, but am as I represent myself, Count Funnibos."
"That is neither here nor there," said the steward, "you shall have the
food and you shall have the violin; now please go down those steps, and
make yourself as much at home as you like."
Finding resistance useless, the Count descended the steps into a large
vaulted chamber, which appeared from the contents on which the light
fell through the open door, to be used as a lumber-room or store-room
rather than as a prison.
"Is this a fit place in which to thrust a gentleman?" said the Count,
feeling his dignity considerably hurt. "Had it been a dungeon, with
chains and bolts and bars, it would have been only such as many an
unfortunate nobleman has been compelled to inhabit. But to be treated
as if I were a piece of lumber is unbearable."
"We have no such refined opinions in this country, Mynheer," said the
steward, with a grin on his countenance. "But make yourself happy,
there is a chest for you to sit on and another on which your supper
shall be placed. As to your bed and bedding we will see about that
by-and-by, and the violin you ask for shall be brought forthwith.
Perhaps in return you will favour me with a tune, as I am a lover of
music, and shall be pleased to hear you play."
The Count, who, though not very wise in all matters, made the best of
everything, sat himself down on the chest with folded arms to consider
how, under the disagreeable circumstances in which he was placed, it
would be best to act. "One thing is very clear, that Mynheer Bunckum
has got the upper hand of me. The best thing I can do as soon as I
obtain my liberty is to take my departure. The fair Isabelle may or may
not care a stiver for me, and if she does not I must wish her farewell
and try to forget her charms."
Just as he had arrived at this wise resolution the door opened, and the
steward reappeared with a violin in his hand, followed by a servant
bringing a very respectable supper.
"Thank you, my friend, thank you," said the Count, getting up; "I should
be happy to show you my gratitude at once by playing a tune, but I think
that I shall play with more spirit after I have partaken of this food,
for, as you may suppose, I am pretty well starved."
"I shall be happy to await your pleasure," said the steward, who was
struck by the Count's polite manner, and lifting up the dish-covers he
helped him liberally to the contents of the dishes. The Count,
considering all things, did ample justice to the meal set before him, as
well as to a bottle of Rhenish wine.
"I might have been worse off," he observed, greatly revived. "And now
you shall have a tune."
Whereon, taking the fiddle and screwing up the keys, he began to play in
a way which astonished the Friesian steward.
"Really, you are a master of the art, Mynheer," he observed. "Such
notes have never before proceeded from that violin."
"I am happy to please you," answered the Count, "And now I must beg you,
as soon as your master returns, to request that he will either set me at
liberty and have me conveyed safely back to my hotel, or else give me
better accommodation than this vault offers for the night."
The steward faithfully promised to carry out the Count's wishes, and,
observing that he had duties to attend to, took his leave. The Count
then, resuming his violin, once more began to play; the tunes he chose
were such as especially suited his present feelings; they were of a
gentle, pathetic character, often mournful and touching. He played on
and on. Little was he aware who was listening to them. Could he have
looked through the thick walls of his dungeon, he would have beheld a
female form, her handkerchief to her eyes, leaning on the parapet of a
terrace which ran along one of its sides. The lady whose tender
feelings he had excited was no other than Isabelle Van Arent, who, with
her sister and father and mother, had come that afternoon to pay a visit
to Mynheer Bunckum. At length the Count ceased playing, and the lady
tore herself away from the spot to rejoin her family, to whom she could
not refrain from speaking of the pathetic music to which she had been
listening.
"Oh, that must have been my steward, Hans Gingel. I know he plays the
fiddle," observed Mynheer Bunckum, "and he sometimes goes to some
out-of-the-way corner that he may not disturb the rest of the household,
who are not generally inclined to be enraptured by his music."
"But he must, I assure you, be a very good player," urged the fair
Isabelle.
"I dare say he can manage to produce a few good notes sometimes," said
Mynheer Bunckum, in a careless tone. "Probably distance lent
enchantment to the sound. I will not advise you to allow him to play
very near at hand."
Vrouw Isabelle looked puzzled, and began to fancy that her ears had
deceived her; at all events, the Count had not obtained the advocate he
might have gained, had she known who was the hidden musician to whom she
had been listening. Mynheer Bunckum waited till his guests were gone,
when he summoned his steward, Hans Gingel. "Has anything been heard of
the other stranger?" he asked.
"I have him safe enough in the dungeon," answered the steward. "He is
not a bad fellow after all, as he takes the way he has been treated with
wonderful good humour." And the steward described the mode in which he
had hauled the Count out of the well. "He is a rare player, too, on the
violin, and I lent him mine to amuse himself with."
"Then it was not your music with which Vrouw Isabelle was so delighted
just now," observed Mynheer Bunckum.
"No, no, no!" answered the steward laughing, "my strains are not
calculated to draw tears from a lady's eyes; to tell you the truth,
Mynheer, I believe he is a Count after all."
"His playing only agrees with the story of his being a travelling
musician," observed Mynheer Bunckum.
"But travelling musicians are not as polite and well-mannered as our
prisoner," said the steward. "I know a gentleman when I meet him."
"But supposing he is a real Count, and the other fellow who was so
unceremoniously kicked out of the place is a Baron, I may be somewhat in
a scrape," said Mynheer Bunckum.
"I will enable you to get out of it, then," said Hans Gingel. "Let me
visit the prisoner, and propose to him to make his escape. He has
really won my regard, and I should be glad, were it not displeasing to
you, to set him at liberty. He will only be too happy, I suspect, to
get away, and will probably not trouble you, or the family of Mynheer
Van Arent, any longer by his presence."
"But I accused him and his companion of stealing the plate at the
picnic, and I certainly do not know who else could have taken it," said
Mynheer Bunckum.
"As to that, I am sure he is incapable of such an act, and he would not
associate with any person who was. I am, therefore, of opinion that
neither he nor the Baron stole the plate; indeed, one of the men on
board the yacht told me that he observed a boat with several boys
approach the shore during the picnic, and that they climbed up the bank,
as he supposed, to amuse themselves by watching what was going forward,
or to obtain a few cakes or sweetmeats which any of the party might be
disposed to give them. Now, since the plate is missing, it is much more
than probable that those young monkeys took it, and, if search is made
in the village, probably it will be found that they were the thieves."
"That alters the whole complexion of affairs," observed Mynheer Bunckum.
"I am satisfied that the Baron, if such he is, will not become my
rival, and Vrouw Isabelle is free to choose whom she will; therefore by
all means set the Count at liberty as you propose, only don't let him
know that I am aware of what you are doing, and advise him and his
companion to take their departure from this part of the country as soon
as possible."
"I will carry out your orders, Mynheer," was the answer. The steward
waited, however, till night closed in, when, with a lantern in hand, he
repaired to the dungeon.
"Count Funnibos," he said, "for such I believe you truly are, your
music, and your manners, and your gentle behaviour have completely won
my heart; and as I took you prisoner under what, you will allow, were
somewhat suspicious circumstances, I must give myself the privilege of
setting you free; and if you will consent to leave as I advise, you may
do so without difficulty or danger, and by to-morrow morning be far
beyond the reach of those whom you may look upon as enemies."
The Count thought for some moments before he replied. He recollected
that he had been unjustly imprisoned, accused of robbery, and insulted
by the lord of the mansion; but it would save a vast deal of trouble to
himself and everybody else if he were to go away and let the matter
drop. He quickly, therefore, decided on the latter course.
"I accept your offer, my friend," he answered. "When shall we set out?"
"I would advise you, Count, to wait for some hours, till everyone is in
bed, and there is no risk of your being discovered and followed. I will
then come for you, and conduct you down to the river, where you will
find numerous boats in which you can cross the Meer, and soon make your
way to the seaboard; and thence either proceed to Amsterdam by water, or
go across the Zuyder Zee to Hoorn, or any other place on its shore."
"Your plan just suits my fancy," said the Count. "But my friend and
companion, Baron Stilkin, what will become of him?"
"You can write and tell him to join you at whatever place you may happen
to reach," said Hans Gingel. "It would cause considerable delay were
you to go back to your inn."
The Count thought the matter over, and reflected that it would be very
pleasant to enjoy a few days of independent action.
"I have an idea," he said to the steward. "I will write a note to Baron
Stilkin desiring him to return to Amsterdam, and to wait for me there,
if you will undertake to have it delivered."
"Very gladly, Mynheer," answered Hans Gingel. "I will get you paper and
pens. Now, if you can rest in tolerable comfort propped up between
these chests, I will come for you at the hour named, and as you may grow
hungry, bring you some more food to stay your appetite." The note to
the Baron was written, the Count discussed the second supper, and,
having recovered from his fatigue, was perfectly ready, when the steward
appeared, to make his escape from the castle.
"Tread softly," said the steward, as he led the way up the steps. "It
is important not to awaken Mynheer Bunckum or any of the servants. I
have shut up the dogs, so that they will not bark unless they hear a
noise."
Cautiously they proceeded, the steward holding a lantern and the Count
following close at his heels. They were soon out of the dungeon, when
the steward, turning to the right, led the way along a narrow passage
which conducted them to the opposite side of the building. The steward
then, producing a key from his pocket, opened a door, the lock gliding
back smoothly as if it had been well oiled, they passed on, and the
Count found himself in the open air.
"We are now outside the castle," whispered the steward; "but should
Mynheer Bunckum look out of his window he might perhaps fancy that we
are thieves, and fire off his blunderbuss at our heads; so be cautious,
and do not speak above a whisper till we get to a distance."
"I am afraid that I shall not be able to find my way in the dark,"
whispered the Count.
"Do not be anxious on that subject," answered the steward. "I intend to
accompany you till day breaks, and see you safe on the high road." They
walked on and on till day began to dawn. The fresh morning air revived
the Count's spirits, and he was more than ever satisfied with himself at
the thoughts of starting on an independent tour without the company of
the Baron.
"I will buy a gun, and a knapsack, and a telescope, and a
shooting-dress, and will trudge across the country, living on the
produce of the chase. I saw a vast number of birds as we came along on
the canals and borders of the Meers, and I shall have no lack of sport.
Such a life suits my present mood."
"A very excellent plan," observed the steward; "but I would advise you
to employ some more rapid means of locomotion than your own legs afford
till you get to a distance from this. Mynheer Bunckum may be wandering
about in the Neighbourhood, and should he fall in with you the
consequences may be disagreeable."
"I will take your advice, my friend," said the Count; "but I must first
procure the gun and the telescope, the knapsack and the shooting-dress."
"Certainly, and I shall be happy to assist you in that object. We can
at once proceed to Sneek, which being one of the chief places of the
province of Friesland, everything you require can be procured."
"I am overwhelmed by your kindness, and I accept your offer," said the
Count. And they proceeded on their way, having stopped to breakfast at
a house of a friend of the steward.
They reached Sneek about noon. The articles the Count required were
speedily procured.
"And now farewell, my friend," he said, taking the steward's hand. "We
are brothers of the bow, and I look upon you as a friend who has
rendered me an essential service, although you did haul me out of the
well in a somewhat rough fashion."
The steward made an appropriate answer, and they parted--he to return to
Bunckum Castle, the Count to proceed to the southward.