After a most cheerful dinner, Sabina brought from the cupboard a pipe,
which she filled and handed with a match to the forester.
"What are you thinking of, Sabina?" he said, rejecting it with a comical
air of displeased surprise. "Do you think I could find it in my heart
to sit here and smoke a quiet pipe while Elsie's little feet are dancing
with impatience to run up the mountain, and she is longing to poke her
little nose into the magic castle? No, I think we had better start at
once upon our voyage of discovery."
All were soon ready. The forester gave his arm to his sister-in-law,
and they started off through the court and garden. After they had gone
a little way, they were joined by a mason from the neighbouring village,
whom the forester had sent for that he might be at hand if necessary.
They walked up the mountain by a tolerably steep and narrow path through
the thick forest, but this path gradually broadened, and at last led to
a small open space, on one side of which arose what seemed like a tall
gray rock.
"Here I have the pleasure," said the forester to his brother, with a
sarcastic smile, "of revealing to you the estate of the lamented Baron
von Gnadewitz in all its grandeur."
They were standing before a lofty wall, which looked like one solid
block of granite. They could see nothing of any buildings that might be
behind it, because the surrounding forest was too thick and close to
allow of a sufficiently distant point of observation. The forester led
the way along the wall, at the base of which thick underbrush was
growing, until he reached a large oaken door with an iron grating in the
upper half of it. Here he had had the matted growth of underbrush
cleared away, and he now produced a bunch of large keys which had been
handed over to Frau Ferber as she had passed through L---- the day
before.
The utmost exertions of the three men were necessary before the rusty
locks and bars would move, but at last the door creaked, or rather
crashed upon its hinges, and a thick cloud of dust floated up into the
air. The explorers entered and found themselves in a court-yard bounded
on three sides by buildings. Opposite them was the imposing front of
the castle, with a flight of broad stone steps, and a clumsy iron
balustrade, leading to the entrance door upon the first story. Running
from each side of the main building were gloomy colonnades, whose
granite pillars and arches seemed to defy the tooth of time. In the
centre of the court-yard a group of old chestnut trees stretched their
aged boughs above a huge basin, in the midst of which couched four stone
lions with wide open jaws. Formerly four powerful streams of water must
have poured through them from the bowels of the earth, filling the
entire basin; but now there was only a small stream trickling through
the threatening teeth of one of the monsters, sufficing to sprinkle with
moisture the grass and weeds growing in the cracks of the stone basin,
and, by its low, mournful ripple, giving a faint suggestion of life in
this wilderness. The outer walls of the structure and the colonnades
were all that could be regarded without terror in this space. The
window frames, from which every pane of glass had been broken, showed
the sad desolation within. In some rooms the ceilings had already
fallen in; in others, the joists were bent as though the lightest touch
might send them crashing down. Even the stone steps seemed half hanging
in the air,--some mossy fragments had already become detached from them,
and had rolled into the centre of the court-yard.
"We can do nothing here," said Ferber. "Let us go on."
Through a deep, dark portal they entered another court-yard, which,
although much larger than the first, by its striking irregularity
produced an impression of far greater desolation. Here, a dreary,
crumbling pile of masonry projected far out, and formed a dark corner
never visited by a sunbeam; there, a clumsy tower shot into the air,
throwing a deep shadow upon the wing at its back. An old elder bush,
leading a straggling existence in one corner, with its leaves covered
with fallen crumbs of mortar, and some dry grasses between the stones of
the pavement, made the scene yet more desolate. No noise disturbed the
deathlike silence reigning here. Even the jackdaws soaring in the air
above ceased their chatter, and the echoes of the footsteps upon the
stone pavement had a ghostly sound.
"Yes, those old knights," said Ferber, almost appalled at the sight of
the desolation around him, "have heaped up these piles of granite, and
thought that this cradle of their race would proclaim the splendour of
their name through all coming centuries. Each has altered and arranged
his inheritance after his own taste and convenience, as we see from
these different kinds of architecture, and lived as if there were no end
to it all."
"And yet each lodged here but for a little space," interrupted the
forester, "and paid his landlord, the earth, for his lodging with his
own crumbling bones,--now turned to dust. But let us go on.
Brr--rr!--it makes me shiver. Death everywhere,--nothing but death!"
"Do you call that death, uncle?" suddenly exclaimed Elizabeth, who had
hitherto been awed and silent, pointing, as she spoke, through a door
which was half concealed by an interposing column. There, behind a
grating, fresh sunny green was shining, and young climbing roses leaned
their blossoms against the iron bars.
Elizabeth ran towards the door, and, exerting all her strength, pushed
it open. The space upon which she entered had probably been the former
flower-garden, but such a name could scarcely be applied to the tangled
wilderness of green, where not even the narrowest vestige of a path
could be discerned, and where here and there only the mutilated remains
of a statue appeared among the mass of shrubs, bushes, and parasitical
plants. A wild grape-vine had climbed to the upper story of the
building, and taken firm hold there of the window-sills,--its green
branches and wreaths falling thence like a shower upon the wild roses
and lilac bushes beneath. And in this secluded, blooming spot of
ground, a buzzing and humming were heard, as if Spring had assembled
here her entire host of winged insects. Countless butterflies fluttered
over the flowers, and golden beetles were running glittering across the
broad fern leaves at Elizabeth's feet. And above this little world of
bloom and busy life several fruit trees and magnificent lindens waved
their leafy crests, while upon a slight elevation were seen the remains
of what had once been a pavilion.
The garden was surrounded upon three sides by buildings; the square was
completed by a high, green wall, which had been constructed of earth,
like a dam, and above which the trees of the forest waved a greeting to
their neighbours within. Here were also the same signs of
decay,--tolerably well preserved outer walls,--complete ruin within.
Only one building of two stories, connecting two high wings, attracted
attention from its closed appearance. The light did not shine through
it, as through its doorless and windowless companions; its flat roof,
finished in front and at the back by a heavy stone balustrade, must have
bidden defiance to time and tempest, as had also the gray window-panes
which peeped out here and there from the tangled growth of vines that
covered everything. The forester measured it with a keen glance, and
declared that this must be Sabina's famous building,--possibly the
interior might not be in as crumbling a condition as the rest of the
castle,--only he could not understand how they were to get into the old
swallow's nest. Certainly, the rank growth around the base of the walls
would have obscured all trace of steps or door, even were there any such
entrance. They determined, therefore, to venture up into one of the
large side wings by a worn but tolerably secure flight of stone steps,
and thus attempt to arrive at the interior of the connecting building.
They succeeded in gaining ingress to the tall wing, although they could
keep their footing only by clinging to the uneven walls. They first
entered a large saloon which had the blue sky for a ceiling, and whose
only decoration was a few green bushes growing through its walls.
Remnants of galleries, worm-eaten joists, and various fragments of
frescoed ceiling were heaped up in piles, over which the explorers had
to scramble as best they might. Then followed a long suite of rooms in
the same utterly desolate condition. Upon some of the walls fragments
of family portraits were still hanging, upon which, strangely and
comically enough, only an eye, or, perhaps, a pair of delicate folded
hands, or a mail-clad, theatrically-posed leg, was yet distinctly to be
traced. At length they reached the last apartment, and stood before a
high-arched doorway which had evidently been bricked up.
"Aha!" said Ferber, "here they intended to cut off this building from
the universal desolation. I think that before we venture any further
upon this break-neck expedition it would be well to knock out these
stones."
His proposal was at once favourably received, and the mason began his
task; he soon penetrated into a recess in the wall, which he assured
them was double at this spot. The other two men lent their assistance,
and a thick oaken door was revealed behind the masonry that they cleared
away. This door was not locked, and yielded readily to the mason's
strong arm. They entered an entirely dark, close room. One slender
sunbeam, straying through a crack showed them where to find a window;
the bolt of the shutter, rusty from long disuse, resisted for some time
the strength of the forester, and the trees upon the outside opposed an
additional obstacle to their exertions. At last the shutter yielded
with a crash; the golden-green sunlight streamed in through a high
bow-window and disclosed an apartment not broad, but very deep, the
walls of which were hung with Gobelin tapestry. Upon each of the four
corners of the ceiling were painted the arms of the Gnadewitzes. To the
surprise of all, this room was entirely furnished as a sleeping
apartment. Two canopied beds, with hangings dingy with age, that
occupied the two long walls of the room, were all made up; the pillows
were covered with fine linen cases, and the silken coverlid still
preserved its colour and texture. Everything that could conduce to the
comfort of an aristocratic occupant was here, buried, indeed, beneath a
mass of dust, but in a state of excellent preservation. Beyond this
apartment, and opening into it, was another much larger, with two
windows; it was also completely furnished, although in antique style,
and evidently with furniture hunted up from various other rooms for the
purpose. An antique writing-table, its top most artistically inlaid and
resting upon strangely carved claw feet, harmonized but poorly with the
more modern form of the crimson sofa; and the gilt frames, in which hung
several well-painted hunting pictures, did not accord with the silver
mountings of the huge mirror. Nevertheless, nothing was wanting that
could complete the solid comfort of the room. A thick, though somewhat
faded carpet was laid upon the floor, and a large antique timepiece
stood beneath the mirror. A small boudoir, also furnished, and from
which a door led to a vestibule and a flight of steps, opened from the
larger apartment. Behind these rooms were three others of a similar
size, with windows looking upon the garden; one of these, containing two
beds and pine furniture, was evidently intended for the servants.
"Well done!" cried the forester with a smile of satisfaction; "here is
an establishment that exceeds the wildest flights of our modest fancy.
If the sainted Gnadewitz could see us now he would turn in his leaden
coffin. All this we owe, I suppose, to the neglect of a housekeeper or
to the forgetfulness of some childish, old steward."
"But do you think we ought to keep these things?" asked, in a breath,
Frau Ferber and Elizabeth, who had been silent hitherto from wonder.
"Most certainly, my love," said Ferber; "your uncle left you the castle
with everything which it contained."
"And little enough it was," growled the forester.
"But in comparison with our expectations a perfect mine of wealth," said
Frau Ferber, as she opened a beautiful glass cabinet containing
different kinds of china; "and if my uncle had actually endowed me with
an estate in my young days, when I was full of hope and enthusiasm, I
doubt whether it would have made as much impression upon me as does this
unexpected discovery, which relieves us all of so much anxiety."
In the mean time Elizabeth had gone to the window of the first room
which they had entered, and was trying to part the boughs and vines
which grew so thick and strong all along this side of the building that
they formed a barrier through which only a greenish twilight penetrated.
"It is a pity," she said, as she found that her efforts were vain; "I
should have liked some glimpse of the forest outside."
"Why, do you think," said her uncle, "that I shall allow you to live
behind this green screen, which shuts out air as well as light? Rely
upon me to take that matter in charge, my little Elsie."
They next descended the stairs. These, too, were in perfect
preservation, and led to a large hall with a huge oaken table in the
centre, surrounded by spindled-legged, straight-backed chairs. The
floor was of red tiles, and the panels on walls and ceiling were covered
with beautiful carving. This large apartment was provided with four
windows and two doors opposite to each other; one of these led into the
garden, and the other, which was opened with difficulty, into a narrow
open court-yard lying between the building-and the outer wall. Here the
syringas and hazel bushes were growing everywhere, making an absolute
thicket, through which, however, the three men penetrated, and reached a
little gate in the outside wall which communicated with the forest
without.
"Now," said Ferber, delighted, "every obstacle to our living here is
removed. This entrance is most valuable. We shall never have to pass
through the older court-yards, which are really dangerous places,
surrounded as they are by crumbling ruins."
They made one more tour through their newly found home with an eye to
its future arrangement, and the mason was ordered to be upon the spot
the next day that he might convert one of the back rooms into a kitchen.
Then, after the oaken door leading into the large, ruinous wing had been
well bolted and secured, they took their way through the gate in the
wall, an undertaking difficult indeed, on account of the thick bushes
which opposed their progress, but infinitely preferable to the perilous
path by which they had entered.
As the returning party entered the garden of the forest lodge, Sabina
came towards them, in great anxiety to learn the results of their
expedition, accompanied by little Ernst, who had been entrusted to her
care while his mother and sister were away. She had prepared the table
with its snowy cloth and shining coffee-service upon a shady knoll under
the beech trees, and now clapped her hands with delight upon hearing of
all they had found.
"Ah! gracious Powers," she cried, "I hope the Herr Forester understands
now that I knew what I was talking about. Yes, yes, all those things
were left there and forgotten, and no wonder. As soon as the young lord
was buried, old Gnadewitz packed off as quick as he could, and took
every servant with him except the old house-steward Silber, and he was
childish with age, and besides had enough to do to take care of all that
was left in the new castle; it was crowded with furniture and plate, and
he had a hard time to keep it all right; so everything was left in the
old rooms, and no one knew anything about them. Ah, I've dusted and
cleaned everything there often enough, and frightened indeed I was
whenever I came to that old clock, for it plays such mournful music when
it strikes, it used to sound like something unearthly, when I was all
alone at work in the old place. Ah, how time flies, I was young then!"
Then came an hour of rest and comfortable discussion, while they drank
their coffee. As Elizabeth had decided that nothing could be more
charming than to awaken in their own rooms upon Whit-Sunday
morning,--when the ringing of the church-bells in the surrounding
villages would come softly echoing through the forest glades,--a view of
the matter in which her mother sympathized, they determined to undertake
all the necessary repairs and cleaning immediately, that they might
occupy the rooms upon the eve of Whit-Sunday, and the forester placed
all his men at their disposal.
Sabina had taken up her position upon a grassy bank at a short distance
from the table, that she might be at hand if wanted; and that she might
not be idle, she had pulled up a couple of handfuls of carrots from the
garden and was busily scraping and trimming them. Elizabeth sat down
beside her. The old woman gave a sly glance at the delicate white
fingers, that contrasted so with her own brown, horny hands, as they
picked some carrots up from her lap.
"Don't touch," she said, "that is no work for you,--you will make your
fingers yellow."
"What matter for that?" laughed Elizabeth. "I will help you a little,
and you shall tell me a story. You were born here, and must know many a
tale about the old castle."
"You may be sure of that," replied the old housekeeper. "The village of
Lindhof, where I was born, belonged to the Lords von Gnadewitz time out
of mind, and you see in such a little place as that every one talks and
thinks of the great people who rule over it. Nothing happens of any
account in the castle that is not described and handed down from father
to son in the village, and, long after the lords and ladies are dust,
their stories are told by the village girls and boys.
"Now there was my great-grandmother, whom I remember perfectly, she knew
many a thing that would make your hair stand on end; but she had a
monstrous respect for every one at Gnadeck, and used to bob down my head
with her trembling hands whenever a Gnadewitz drove by our cottage,--for
I was but a little thing then, and did not know how to make a
respectable courtesy. She knew about all the lords who had lived at the
old castle for hundreds of years; yes, many a thing that had happened
there, that must have outraged God and man.
"Afterwards, when I lived at the new castle, and had to sweep the long
gallery where their pictures were all hanging upon the wall,--pictures
of people whose very bones had mouldered away,--I often used to stand
still before them and wonder to see them looking so like everybody else,
when they used to make such a fuss about themselves, as if God Almighty
had brought them down to the earth with his own hands. There were not
many beauties among the women. I often thought, in my stupid way, that
if pretty Lieschen, the most beautiful girl in the village, could only
have been painted and hung in such a rich gold frame, with a silken
scarf and such quantities of jewels upon her neck and in her hair, and
the blackamoor with his silver waiter standing just behind her lovely
face and neck, she would have looked a thousand times prettier than the
lady who was so ugly, and frowned so with pride and arrogance that two
great wrinkles went up to the very roots of her hair. And yet she was
the very one that the family was proudest of. She had been a very
wealthy countess, but hard and unfeeling as a stone.
"Among the men, there was only one whom I liked to look at. He had a
frank, kind, honest face, and a pair of eyes black as sloes; but he had
shown how true it is that the good always get the worst of it in this
world. All the others had a fine time of it as long as they lived. Many
of them had done harm enough in their time, and yet their death-beds
were as calm and peaceful as if they had always been just and true; but
poor Jost von Gnadewitz had a sad fate. My great-grandmother's
grandmother had known him when she was a very little girl. Then they
always called him the wild huntsman, because he never left the forest,
but would hunt there from morning until night. In the picture he had on
a green coat and a long white feather in his cap, that was most
beautiful to see dangling among his coal-black curls. He was
kind-hearted, and never harmed a child. While he lived all the
villagers prospered, and they wished he might live forever.
"But all of a sudden he left this part of the country, and no one knew,
for some time, where he had gone, until one night in a dreadful storm he
came back as quietly as he had gone away. But always after that he was
a changed man. The people of Lindhof prospered as before, but they saw
no more of their master. He dismissed all his servants, and lived alone
in his old castle with only one favourite attendant.
"And at last it began to be whispered that he was busy with magic and
the black art up there, and no one dared to go near the castle even at
high noon, let alone the dark night. But my old great-grandmother was a
bold, saucy girl, and used sometimes to pasture her goats right under
the walls of the castle court-yard. Well,--once as she was leaning
against a tree there, gazing at the high walls, and lost in thoughts
concerning all that might be going on behind them, suddenly an arm
appeared above them white as snow, and then a face fairer than sun,
moon, and stars, my grandmother said, and at last with a sudden spring a
young maiden stood upon the top of the broad wall, and, stretching her
arms up into the air, cried out something in a strange tongue that my
grandmother could not understand, and was just about to leap down into
the deep ditch full of water that then entirely surrounded the castle,
when Jost appeared behind her, and, putting his arms around her, begged
and implored her so that a stone would have melted at such entreaties
wrung from a heart full of terror and anguish. And finally he took her
up in his arms like a child, and they both disappeared from the wall.
But the veil became loosened from the maiden's head and floated away
across the ditch to where my grandmother was standing. It was
exquisitely fine, and she carried it home in great glee to her father;
but he declared it was woven by the devil, and threw it into the fire,
forbidding my grandmother ever to go up the mountain near the castle
again.
"Some time after,--certainly a whole year after Jost first shut himself
up so closely at Gnadeck,--he came down the mountain very early one
morning on horseback; but you would hardly have known him, his face was
so haggard and pale, all the paler for the full suit of black that he
wore. He rode very slowly, and nodded sadly to every one whom he met;
he never came back to this place again; he was slain in battle, and his
old servant with him--'twas at the time of the thirty years' war."
"And the beautiful girl?" asked Elizabeth.
"Ah, no one ever heard tale or tidings of her again. Jost left a large
sealed packet in the town-house at L----, and said that it was his last
will, and must be opened whenever news of his death should be received.
But a short time after his departure, there was a terrible fire in
L----; a great many houses, and even the church and the town-house, were
burned to the ground with everything which they contained, and of course
the packet was destroyed.
"Before Jost left, the pastor from Lindhof went to see him several
times; but the reverend gentleman kept as quiet as a mouse, and, as he
was already very old, he soon departed this life, and everything that he
knew was buried with him. So no living being knows anything about the
strange maiden, nor ever will know till the day of judgment."
"Oh, never trouble yourself to keep the matter quiet, Sabina," called
the forester to her from the table, as he shook the ashes out of his
pipe. "Elsie had better get used as soon as possible to the terrible
conclusions to your stories. Tell her at once--for you know all about
it--how the beautiful maiden one fine day flew up the chimney and away
upon a broomstick."
"No, I don't believe that, sir, although I know----"
"That the whole country is swarming with such creatures, all ripe for
the gallows," interrupted her master. "Yes, yes," he continued, turning
to the others, "Sabina is one of the old Thuringian stock. She has
sense enough, and her heart is in the right place; but when there is any
question about witchcraft she loses one and forgets the other, and is
nearly ready to turn any poor old woman away from the door, just because
she has red eyes, without giving her a morsel of food."
"No, indeed, sir, I'm not quite so bad as that," the old woman declared
with some irritation. "I give her something to eat; but I always stick
my thumbs in the palms of my hands, and never answer one of her
questions,--there's no harm in that!"
Every one laughed at this charm against witches and witchcraft, which
the old servant told with the utmost gravity as she arose and emptied
the carrot-tops from her apron, that she might prepare the afternoon
meal, which was to be eaten earlier than usual, as there was much to do
in the old castle before nightfall.