QUEEN AND MAYOR OF THE PALACE.
Chrotechilde was not mistaken. The mayor of the palace of Burgundy had
arrived, and now stepped, accompanied by Sigebert, into the chamber
where Brunhild and her confidante were conversing with the kinglets, and
anticipating the future with diabolical foresight.
Sigebert, a boy of barely eleven, was like his brothers, frail, sickly
and pale. Nevertheless, what with the excitement of the journey and the
joy at seeing his brothers, a slight flush suffused his sweet, wan face,
which not all the execrable precepts of his grandmother had succeeded in
depriving of its angelic appearance. He ran to embrace the aged Queen
and then joyfully reciprocated the caresses and answered the volley of
questions of his little brothers, who crowded around him. To each he
handed some slight presents, which he brought from his journey and were
locked in a small coffer that he took from the hands of one of his
suite, and impulsively opened in order to give his brothers a token of
remembrance. Chrotechilde availed herself of a favorable moment, and
approaching the Queen said in a low voice:
"Madam, if you will take my advice, keep the two slaves until
evening--between now and then we shall have time to make up our minds."
"Yes, that will be the best thing to do," answered Brunhild; and
addressing the child: "You should now retire for rest, and you can talk
with your brothers about your journey. I have matters of importance to
consider with Duke Warnachaire."
Chrotechilde led away the children, and the Queen remained alone with
the mayor of the palace of Burgundy, a man of tall stature, and face
cold, impenetrable, resolute. He wore a rich steel armor trimmed with
gold after the Roman fashion. His long sword hung from his side, his
long dagger was in his belt. After attaching a long and scrutinizing
look upon Warnachaire who, however, remained impassible, Brunhild
motioned him to a seat near the table, and let herself down into one
opposite, saying:
"What tidings do you bring?"
"Good--and bad, madam--"
"First the bad."
"The treason of Dukes Arnolfe and Pepin, as well as the defection of
several great seigneurs of Austrasia, is no longer a matter of doubt.
They have deserted our colors and passed over to the camp of Clotaire II
with all their men; they are now preparing to march against your army."
"I have long expected their treason. Oh, seigneurs, enriched and made
powerful by the bounty of the Kings, you are yet able to carry
ingratitude to such lengths! Very well! I prefer open war to
subterraneous manoeuvres. The domains, Salic lands and benefices of the
traitors will all return to my fisc. Proceed."
"Clotaire II raised his camp at Andernach, and has penetrated to the
heart of Austrasia. Being summoned to respect the kingdoms of his
nephews, whose guardian you are, he answered that he would submit only
to the judgment of the grandees of Austrasia and of Burgundy
themselves."
"Fredegonde's son expects to raise the people and seigneurs of my
kingdoms in rebellion against me. He deceives himself. Prompt and
terrible examples will terrify all would-be traitors."
"Well said, madam!"
"All the traitors--whatever their rank may be, whatever their power,
whatever the mask that they assume! Do you hear, Warnachaire, mayor of
the palace of Burgundy?"
"I hear even what you do not say to me--but I bow before my Queen."
"Do you read my thoughts?"
"You take me for a traitor. You consider me your enemy, especially since
your recent return from Worms."
"I am on my guard against everybody."
"Your suspicions, madam, have become certitude. You told Aimoin, one of
our men, to stab me to death."
"I order only my enemies to be despatched."
"Accordingly, I am an enemy to you, madam, at least you look upon me as
such. Here are the fragments of the letter, written in your own hand,
and ordering Aimoin to kill me."
And the duke deposited several fragments of parchment upon the table;
the Queen looked defiantly at the mayor of the palace.
"Did Aimoin give you that letter?"
"No, madam; accident placed these fragments into my hands."
"And yet you return to the palace?"
"In order to prove to you the injustice of your suspicions; that is the
reason I have returned to the place where you are sovereign."
"Or perhaps you come to betray me."
"Madam, if I had wished to betray you, I would have repaired, as so many
other seigneurs of Burgundy have done, not hither, but to the camp of
Clotaire II. I would have placed your grandson as a hostage in his
hands, and I would have remained in your enemy's camp, together with the
tribes that I brought with me from Germany."
"Those tribes are devoted to my interests; they would have refused to
follow you; they have come for the purpose of reinforcing my army."
"Those tribes, madam, have come for the purpose of pillage, and little
do they care whether they be indulged as auxiliaries of Brunhild or of
Clotaire II, whether it be against the country of Soissons, of Burgundy
or of Austrasia. These Franks have no predilections, provided only that,
after they shall have fought bravely and helped in winning the victory,
they will be free to ravage the vanquished country, gather a large
booty, and lead numerous slaves back with them to the other side of the
Rhine--such are the Franks whom I have brought."
"And I tell you that the sight of my grandson, the infant King, asking
through your mouth the assistance of the Germans, interested the
barbarians in his cause, and secured the success of your mission."
"Had you not expressly promised the Franks the pillage of the vanquished
territories, they would have remained unaffected by the youth of
Sigebert; they are as savage as were our fathers, the first companions
of Clovis. It was with no little trouble that I succeeded in preventing
them from ravaging all the districts that we traversed on our route; in
their impatience of savages they imagined themselves already in
vanquished territory. Every day their chiefs called upon me at the top
of their voices to deliver battle, in order that they might begin the
plundering and return laden with booty to Germany, before the winter
season sets in."
"Where are the Franks now?"
"I left them near Montsarran."
"Why so far from Chalon?"
"Despite all I could do to prevent it, those savages killed and stole on
their passage. To bring them here to the center of Burgundy, and then
send them out again in some other direction, according as the
requirements of the war may demand or the facilities for provisioning
may require, would be to expose the territories that may have to be
traversed to untold and unnecessary disasters. Such afflictions may fan
the spark of rebellion among our people--because, as you know, madam,
the people are growing restive even on this side of the frontier of
Burgundy."
"Yes--at the instigation of the traitors who have gone over to
Fredegonde's son, there are some seigneurs who are seeking to raise the
people in rebellion against me--against the 'Romish Woman,' as they call
me. Oh, seigneurs and people will feel the weight of Brunhild's arm!"
"The enemies of Brunhild will always tremble before her; nevertheless, I
fear to increase their number by exposing our people to be victimized by
the barbarism of our new allies. I doubt not that the territory where I
have had those troops encamp will be laid waste, but the evil effect of
their conduct will be at least limited to the spot. Moreover, the
location is central enough to enable us to expedite these auxiliaries in
whatever direction the movements of Clotaire II may render necessary. As
you see, I have acted with foresight."
"What is the temper of the army?"
"It is full of ardor; it only asks to be led to battle. The remembrance
of the last two victories of Toul and Tolbiac, above all, of the immense
booty, the large number of slaves that the troops carried away--all that
fires them with the desire to fight the son of Fredegonde. These, madam,
are the good tidings that counterbalance the evil ones. Is Brunhild
still of the opinion that Warnachaire has conducted himself like a
traitor, and does she still entertain the idea of having him stabbed to
death?"
"A man whom one has sought to do away with, who learns the fact, and who
still comes back--Oh, Warnachaire, that needs careful attention!"
"Brunhild is quick to suspect and to punish, but she is magnificent
towards those who serve her faithfully."
"You have, then, a favor to ask of me?"
"Yes, madam; but only after the war is ended, or, rather, I expect it
after the victory that I shall win over Clotaire II, when I deliver him
to you tied hands and feet."
"Warnachaire!" cried the Queen thrilling with wild delight at the
thought of having Fredegonde's son in her power; "if you deliver
Clotaire a prisoner in my hands, I shall challenge you to express a wish
that Brunhild will not gratify, and--" but recollecting herself, she
suddenly stopped short, cast a somber, scrutinizing glance at the mayor
of the palace and proceeded: "Can it be your purpose to spread a snare
for me and lull my suspicions? Warnachaire, if your purpose is to betray
me--"
"Madam, you look upon me as a traitor. If you but ring that bell,
instantly your chamberlains and equerries will rush in and kill me
before your very eyes. So that you may consider me dead. But who is the
man whom you do not suspect? Whom will you take for your general? Duke
Alethee, perchance, or Duke Roccon?"
"No! Neither the one nor the other!"
"Sigowald, perhaps?"
"You are mocking! He is my personal enemy."
"Perhaps Eubelan?"
"I have not yet forgotten his criminal relations with Arnolfe and
Pepin--the two traitors! He no doubt is considering how to follow their
example, and to go over to the enemy. No; I will not trust Eubelan! He
also is an enemy."
"Yet, madam, they are all capable of captaining the army; they are all
experienced and brave chiefs."
"Yes, but I have not proposed to kill them--at least they do not know
that I had any such intention--while, as to you, I have ordered your
death, and what is more to the purpose, you are aware of it."
"You think me animated with a sentiment of revenge towards you because I
know that you meant to have me stabbed to death. If it is the hope of
vengeance that has brought me back to you, what is there to prevent me
from laying my hand upon this bell, and depriving you of the means to
give the alarm?"
And the duke did what he said.
"What prevents me from drawing this dagger?"
And the duke held the glistening weapon before the eyes of Brunhild,
whose first impulse was to throw herself back and her arms forward.
"What, in short, prevents me from killing you with one blow of this
dagger, which is poisoned as were the daggers of Fredegonde's pages?"
And as he uttered these words, Warnachaire drew so close to Brunhild
that he could strike her before she was able to utter a single cry.
Excepting a first movement of surprise, the Queen did not even wink her
eyes; her indomitable orbs remained resolutely fixed upon those of the
mayor of the palace. With a look of disdain she pushed aside the
dagger's blade, remained pensive for an instant, and then observed
regretfully:
"One is bound to put faith in something. You could have killed me--that
is true; you have not done so--I can not deny the fact. Your purpose is
not to take revenge upon me--unless you mean to reserve me for a fate
more terrible than death. But that is not likely. The man who hates does
not resort to such hazardous and refined schemes. The future belongs to
none. If the opportunity offers to strike an enemy, the blow is dealt
hard and firmly. I therefore conclude that you are not animated by
secret hatred toward me. You shall keep the command of the army. Listen,
Warnachaire, Brunhild is implacable in her suspicions and her hatred,
but she is magnificent towards those who serve her faithfully. Let
Fredegonde's son fall into my hands, and my favor will transcend your
expectations. Let us forget the past, let us be friends."
"The past is forgotten, madam, as far as I am concerned."
"Now let us argue calmly, Warnachaire. Let us sift things to the bottom.
I did mean to have you killed--that is true! I have had so many others
killed! But it never was out of taste for blood. My sister Galeswinthe
was killed, my husband was killed, my son was killed, my most faithful
servants were killed. Single-handed have I been compelled to defend the
kingdom of my son and grandsons against the kings who are bent upon my
destruction. Whatever weapon was available was good to me; and after
all, I have won brilliant victories, I have accomplished great things.
All this notwithstanding I am hated; the Frankish seigneurs envy me; the
vile Gallic plebs, whether slave or free, is silently resentful towards
me, and would rebel if it were not curbed by the terror I inspire it
with. But look! Look at that man! Who is he?" cried Brunhild breaking
off her sentence in the middle, and, precipitately rising, she pointed
at Loysik, who stood at the door connecting with the secret spiral
staircase, and who was pushing aside with one arm the leather curtain
that had until then hid him from the eyes of the Queen and the mayor of
the palace of Burgundy. Warnachaire took a few steps towards the aged
hermit laborer, who advanced slowly into the chamber, and said to him:
"Monk, how come you here? Great is your audacity to dare to introduce
yourself into the Queen's apartment--who are you?"
"I am the superior of the monastery of the Valley of Charolles."
"You lie!" broke in Brunhild. "One of my chamberlains is at the abbey at
this hour to seize the superior, and bring him to me in irons."
"Your chamberlain," replied the monk, "your chamberlain, together with
the archdeacon and all their armed men, is at this hour a prisoner in
the monastery."
To announce such news, no less improbable than offensive to the pride of
Brunhild; to announce it to that implacable woman, and thus to expose
himself to certain death--the action seemed so exorbitant that the Queen
did not believe the monk's words; she shrugged her shoulders with a
look of disdainful pity, and said to the major of the palace:
"Duke, that old man is out of his senses. But how did he contrive to
enter the palace?"
Other circumstances soon combined to confirm Brunhild's belief in the
monk's insanity. Loysik had continued to advance slowly towards the
Queen, but despite his spirit's firmness, of which he had given so many
a proof during his long life, in the measure that he drew nearer to the
horror-inspiring woman, his self-possession gradually forsook him, his
mind became troubled, he felt his knees trembling under him, and he was
constrained to lean against an ivory stand that was within his reach.
The profound, unconquerable emotion was caused by the horror that the
Queen inspired in the venerable monk, together with the consciousness of
the terrible position in which he found himself.
With his head drooping upon his chest, he sought to collect himself and
to gather his thoughts. His eyes wandered over the medal-case that lay
upon the ivory stand against which he leaned. The large bronze medal
that lay among the others drew to itself the monk's attention all the
more readily, seeing that it was the only one of a vulgar metal, all the
others being of either gold or silver. At first Loysik contemplated it
mechanically, but being presently attracted towards it by an undefinable
interest, he stooped over, looked at it more closely, approached his
head nearer in order better to see the imprint, and deciphered the
inscription that was under the august profile, that seemed to stand out
lustrous from the bronze. A thrill ran over the frame of the aged man; a
sudden, an extraordinary feeling seized him, a feeling in which
enthusiasm, stupor and hope were mingled into one. The confusion into
which his mind was thrown an instant before ceased; he felt reassured
and strengthened as if he had encountered a support as unexpected as it
was powerful; in short, it seemed to him a providential circumstance to
encounter--_the image of Victoria in the palace of Brunhild_.
Loysik had bent down in order to contemplate more closely the features
of the Gallic heroine; as he recognized them, he bowed a knee and
stretching his arms towards the august effigy, he murmured:
"O, Victoria--holy woman-warrior in behalf of Gaul! Your presence in
this horrid place fortifies my soul; it seems to impart to me the
necessary strength to save the descendants of Schanvoch, of the faithful
soldier whom you called your brother, and who was one of my ancestors!"