A PALATIAL PRISON.
The Captain presently appeared with a dozen mounted men at his back, and
four led horses.
"I hold it well," he said to Rodolph, "to get as speedily away from
Bruttig as may be. The lieutenant of Count Beilstein has gone in haste
to the castle to tell his Highness what has happened, and it was not
within my right to detain him. The Count will be beside himself with
rage at the loss of his Captain, so it is safer that you lodge within
Castle Cochem as soon as possible. He will think twice before he attacks
the Archbishop's stronghold. Is it your will that I send a messenger to
Treves to acquaint his Lordship with the welfare of his ward?"
"That is not necessary," replied Rodolph. "The Archbishop will doubtless
prefer to hear of our safe arrival at Cochem, and a messenger can be
sent from there. Is there a chance that we may be intercepted by the
forces of Count Beilstein?"
"No interception is possible. His men here are without a leader, and
will attempt nothing, even if they were able to accomplish anything. The
Count himself will likely come in haste to Bruttig, but by that time we
shall be in Cochem, I hope and although the road by the river is none of
the best, it is as bad for him as for us."
"Let us get on, then," said Rodolph. He assisted the Countess to mount,
sprang into his own saddle, and felt that exhilaration which comes to a
horseman when he finds a spirited steed under him.
Four of the cavalry headed the procession, with eight to bring up the
rear, the Countess and her attendants riding between. Rodolph rode by
the side of the Countess, with Conrad and Hilda out of earshot behind
them, the Captain leading the four horsemen in front. Their rough way
led along the right bank of the river.
"Nothing has been heard from the Archbishop, I trust," said the
Countess.
"There is little to fear from him until late to-morrow, and not even
then unless your escape was discovered early to-day--a most unlikely
event."
"But might not the pursuers ride all night?"
"A difficult and hazardous task they would set themselves in passing
through the forest in the dark, and slow work even if successfully
accomplished."
"Then we need have no apprehension if we can get clear of Cochem before
the pursuers from Treves arrive at Bruttig?"
"Once quit of Cochem, pursuit will be futile. My plan is to keep a sharp
look-out for the drifting boat. Conrad will secure it if possible, and
we will get away from Cochem to-night, if we can leave the castle; but I
know nothing of its conformation, nor of how it is guarded."
The Countess shook her head. "I am afraid it will be difficult to leave
Cochem at night," she said. "The castle is always well and strictly
guarded, and occupies an almost inaccessible position on the top of a
hill."
"There is nothing for it then but to go with this escort to Cochem, and
trust to Providence and our own ingenuity thereafter. I may have
something to suggest when I have seen the place."
The increasing roughness of the road made conversation more and more
difficult. An hour's riding and a turn in the river brought them in
sight of the grand castle of Cochem, its numerous pinnacles glittering
in the last rays of the setting sun. It was another hour before the
cavalcade arrived opposite the place. A trumpeter of the troop blew a
bugle blast that was echoed back from the rock-ribbed conical hill on
which the castle stood. The signal was answered by another from the
ramparts of the fortification itself, and presently a boat put out from
the foot of the rock. In this boat the Countess and her attendant were
placed, while those on horseback set their steeds to the swift current
and landed some distance below, at the lower end of the little village
that clustered from the foot of the hill, extending down the valley. The
Countess mounted her dripping horse, and the troop rode slowly up a
winding path that partly encircled the vine-clad hill, and at last
arrived at the northern gate, which was the chief entrance to the
castle. Here, after a brief parley, the portcullis was raised and the
party admitted to a large courtyard that hung high above the Moselle,
overlooking a long stretch of the river as it flowed toward the Rhine.
The custodian of the castle received his distinguished guest with that
humble deference which befitted her lofty station, assisting her to
dismount and evidently entertaining not the remotest suspicion that the
visit was unauthorised. The Countess enacted her part well.
"I commend to your care," she said, imperiously, "my Lord Rodolph, who
has conducted me from Treves. Until the Archbishop himself arrives you
are to hold yourself entirely at his orders."
The custodian bowed low, first to the Countess and then to Rodolph.
"How soon may we look for his Highness the Archbishop?" he asked.
"You will most likely hear from him to-morrow. Is my suite of apartments
ready?"
"They are now being prepared as speedily as possible; but as no
messenger brought us word of your coming, I hope your Ladyship will
pardon the delay," answered the custodian, with some trepidation.
The Countess made no reply, but with her whip beckoned Rodolph to her
side.
"Do the troopers remain in the castle, or return to Bruttig to-night?"
"I have told their officer to keep them here until morning. If a
messenger from the Archbishop arrives at Bruttig sooner than we look
for, he will likely remain there until this officer returns. The
Archbishop would count on the Captain being at his post, and it is not
likely that the messenger's instructions would run further than Bruttig,
which will give us further time."
"Will you then give your commands to the custodian regarding the
disposal of the men? I think he will obey you; but it is well to
discover this by bestowing orders first that are unimportant, before we
put our power to a supreme test."
Rodolph gave directions, which, to his relief, were instantly obeyed.
The custodian escorted Countess Tekla into the castle, while Rodolph
walked round the courtyard to get some idea of the lay of the land and
the construction of the fortifications. The view down the river was
magnificent, as also was the outlook up the Endertsbach valley, with the
huge round tower of Count Winneburg's castle standing out against the
evening sky, built on a hill nearly equal in height to the one crowned
by Schloss Cochem.
Rodolph's short examination of the castle's position speedily showed him
that it was a place difficult to get into or escape from. To steal away
at night was hardly practicable, unless one had a ladder of ropes, while
to escape by day was equally hopeless, as a fugitive could be seen for
miles in any direction until he was lost in the forest.
As the Emperor stood at the corner of the elevated terrace, gazing down
the river, he became aware of some one's approach, and a moment later
the deferential voice of the aged custodian broke the silence.
"A goodly sight, my Lord," he said, "and although I have looked at it
for many a year, it never becomes less lovely to my eyes. It is rarely
the same, varying with every change in the atmosphere, but always
beautiful."
"It is indeed a marvelous view, and not to be the less enjoyed because
your position up here is well nigh impregnable," answered Rodolph.
"Altogether so, I think," replied the custodian, with the pride of an
old retainer in his castle and a belief in its unassailableness, the
result of many futile assaults he had seen. "Before Cochem falls the
souls of hundreds of its assailants will seek a final abiding place, in
bliss or other where, as God wills."
"Does the road we came by from Bruttig, follow the river further down?"
"No, my Lord, it ends opposite the castle. On this side, however, there
is a path that follows the river from village to village, but how far it
goes, I do not know, for I never explored it to the end."
"Are there many castles between here and the Rhine?"
"Only three or four, some standing back from the river in the valleys
that run into the Moselle. The chief castle is that of the Black Count,
robber and marauder that he is, and it is called Thuron. Were it less
strong, I think the good Archbishop would have smoked him out long ere
this. Count Heinrich has a chain across the river, stopping all honest
traffic until tribute is paid, and if there is any cavilling about it,
he takes the whole cargo and casts the merchant into a dungeon to teach
him respect for the nobility, as he says. But some day there will be a
reckoning, for Black Heinrich, while compelling due respect to be paid
by all inferiors, is himself most disdainful to those above him."
"Flouts he the Emperor, then?"
"Oh, the Emperor!" said the custodian, with a shrug of his shoulders,
that might have been held contemptuous, "the Emperor is but a name, and
commands scant respect along the Moselle. He is some young man recently
elected, who loves better the dallying of his Court than the risking of
good stout blows in the field. They tell me he comes from a noble family
in Switzerland, and is not of Germany at all, and I warrant the
Archbishop does not wait to ask his leave if he wishes to pull down a
castle about the ears of a truculent Baron."
"Then it seems to me our friend, the Archbishop, may be accused of the
same want of respect for higher authority that you lay at the door of
Count Heinrich the Black."
"The worthy Archbishop, God bless him, recognises no over-lord but the
Pope himself and I have sometimes doubted whether Arnold von Isenberg
paid very much attention even to his Holiness; but then I am letting my
tongue run away with me, and am talking of what concerns me not."
"It will do you no harm as long as I am the sole listener. Does Castle
Thuron stand on this side of the river or on the other?"
"On the other. It crowns a hill somewhat similar to this and as high,
but it is as unlike Cochem as one castle can be unlike another, for this
is part palace and part fortress, while Thuron is a fortress pure and
simple, and a strong one at that. A stout wall has been built from the
castle down to the river, and it is said that there is a passage within,
where ten men can walk abreast, although that I doubt. There is
certainly a passage by which food or water can be taken up to the
castle, while the carriers pass unscathed, protected by strong stone
walls."
"It seems, then, that the first duty of besiegers would be to break that
wall, and thus cut communication between the castle and the river."
"That is easy to suggest, but there would be difficulty in the doing.
The walls are stout and will stand some battering; then the two great
round towers of the castle are armed with catapults which, they say,
will fling round stones even across the river itself. Besides this,
there are engines along the wall for a similar purpose. The attacking
party would have to remove solid cemented stone, while the defenders
would merely have to sweep down along the hillside unprotected men who
had little to cling to. I think it is no secret that the Archbishop had
Thuron examined by spies with a view to its capture, but they strongly
advised him to leave it alone; safe counsel, which his Lordship
followed."
"When the assault takes place I hope we shall be there to see."
"Ah," said the ancient keeper, with a sigh of regret, "I fear I shall
have no such pleasure, for I grow old and Arnold grows cautious. My only
hope comes from Heinrich himself, for he is like enough to hurl some
insult at the Archbishop that cannot well result in anything but the
uprising of pikes; indeed, he once threatened to attack Cochem itself,
and for a day or two we had merry preparation, but he thought better of
it, and no more came of the threat, much to my regret, for I should have
liked to see Heinrich crack his crown against Cochem. And now, my Lord,
if you will come within, you will find a meal prepared, for which I
doubt not you have sufficient appetite."
The young man and the old entered the castle together.