CHAPTER XIX.

It was dark as Paulina returned to her convent. Two servants of the

Landgrave's preceded her with torches to the great gates of St. Agnes,

which was at a very short distance. At that point she entered within

the shelter of the convent gates, and the prince's servants left her at

her own request. No person was now within call but a little page of her

own, and perhaps the porter at the convent. But after the first turn in

the garden of St. Agnes, she might almost consider herself as left to

her own guardianship; for the little boy, who followed her, was too

young to afford her any effectual help. She felt sorry, as she surveyed

the long avenue of ancient trees, which was yet to be traversed before

she entered upon the cloisters, that she should have dismissed the

servants of the Landgrave. These gardens were easily scaled from the

outside, and a ready communication existed between the remotest parts

of this very avenue and some of the least reputable parts of

Klosterheim. The city now overflowed with people of every rank; and

amongst them were continually recognized, and occasionally challenged,

some of the vilest deserters from the imperial camps. Wallenstein

himself, and other imperial commanders, but, above all, Holk, had

attracted to their standards the very refuse of the German jails; and,

allowing an unlimited license of plunder during some periods of their

career, had themselves evoked a fiendish spirit of lawless aggression

and spoliation, which afterwards they had found it impossible to

exorcise within its former limits. People were everywhere obliged to be

on their guard, not alone (as heretofore) against the military tyrant

or freebooter, but also against the private servants whom they hired

into their service. For some time back, suspicious persons had been

seen strolling at dusk in the gardens of St. Agnes, or even intruding

into the cloisters. Then the recollection of The Masque, now in the

very height of his mysterious career, flashed upon Paulina's thoughts.

Who knew his motives, or the principle of his mysterious warfare--

which, at any rate, in its mode had latterly been marked by bloodshed?

As these things came rapidly into her mind, she trembled more from fear

than from the wintry wind, which now blew keenly and gustily through

the avenue.

The gardens of St. Agnes were extensive, and Paulina yet wanted two

hundred yards of reaching the cloisters, when she observed a dusky

object stealing along the margin of a little pool, which in parts lay

open to the walk, whilst in others, where the walk receded from the

water, the banks were studded with thickets of tall shrubs. Paulina

stopped and observed the figure, which she was soon satisfied must be

that of a man. At times he rose to his full height; at times he cowered

downwards amongst the bushes. That he was not merely seeking a retreat

became evident from this, that the best road for such a purpose lay

open to him in the opposite direction; that he was watching herself,

also, became probable from the way in which he seemed to regulate his

own motions by hers. At length, whilst Paulina hesitated, in some

perplexity whether to go forward or to retreat towards the porter's

lodge, he suddenly plunged into the thickest belt of shrubs, and left

the road clear. Paulina seized the moment, and, with a palpitating

heart, quickened her steps towards the cloister.

She had cleared about one half of the way without obstruction, when

suddenly a powerful grasp seized her by the shoulder.

"Stop, lady!" said a deep, coarse voice; "stop! I mean no harm. Perhaps

I bring your ladyship what will be welcome news."

"But why here?" exclaimed Paulina; "wherefore do you alarm me thus? 0,

heavens! your eyes are wild and fierce; say, is it money that you

want?"

"Perhaps I do. To the like of me, lady, you may be sure that money

never comes amiss; but that is not my errand. Here is what will make

all clear;" and, as he spoke, he thrust his hand into the huge pocket

within the horseman's cloak which enveloped him. Instead of the pistol

or dag, which Paulina anticipated, he drew forth a large packet,

carefully sealed. Paulina felt so much relieved at beholding this

pledge of the man's pacific intentions, that she eagerly pressed her

purse into his hand, and was hastening to leave him, when the man

stopped her to deliver a verbal message from his master, requesting

earnestly that, if she concluded to keep the appointment arranged in

the letter, she would not be a minute later than the time fixed.

"And who," said Paulina, "is your master?"

"Surely, the general, madam--the young General Maximilian. Many a time

and oft have I waited on him when visiting your ladyship at the

Wartebrunn. But here I dare not show my face. Der Henker! if the

Landgrave knew that Michael Klotz was in Klosterheim, I reckon that all

the ladies in St. Agnes could not beg him a reprieve till to-morrow

morning!"

"Then, villain!" said the foremost of two men, who rushed hastily from

the adjoining shrubs, "be assured that the Landgrave does know it. Let

this be your warrant!" With these words he fired, and, immediately

after, his comrade. Whether the fugitive were wounded could not be

known; for he instantly plunged into the water, and, after two or three

moments, was heard upon the opposite margin. His pursuers seemed to

shrink from this attempt, for they divided and took the opposite

extremities of the pool, from the other bank of which they were soon

heard animating and directing each other through the darkness.

Paulina, confused and agitated, and anxious above all to examine her

letters, took the opportunity of a clear road, and fled in trepidation

to the convent.

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