BRAVE NEWS OF THE EMPEROR.
As the days went by and the seasons changed, dull monotony settled down
upon the besieged castle, and all within felt more or less its
depressing effects. The Black Count chafed under it like a caged lion,
breaking out now and then into helpless rage, eager to do anything
rather than the one thing which had to be done, and that was to sit
quiet until the Archbishops tired of their task, or until some commotion
occurred elsewhere which would compel them to withdraw their troops.
Heinrich had wild schemes of breaking through the lines, marching on to
Treves, and there fomenting rebellion, so that Arnold might find
something to occupy him at home and be thus compelled to leave his
neighbour in peace. But the cool head in the garrison was that of
Rodolph, who pointed out calmly to his nominal chief the
impracticability of his plans. He knew more of Treves than did the
Count, and asserted that no man could stir up trouble in that town,
where all were but too well acquainted with the weight of the
Archbishop's iron hand.
It was not to be expected that two men so differently constituted as the
Emperor and the Count, thus hemmed in together, should grow to love each
other; indeed, Heinrich took small pains to conceal the dislike he felt
for his enforced guest, although Rodolph was more politic, and always
treated his elder with grave respect. Only once during the two years'
siege did there come a conflict of authority between them, and this said
much for the forbearance of the Emperor.
One morning Rodolph found the Count in the courtyard in full armour
vigorously superintending his men, who were removing from the gates the
bags of grain and casks of wine which were piled against them.
"What is going forward?" asked Rodolph, quietly.
"Something that concerns you not, and your assistance is neither asked
nor wanted," answered the Black Count, in his most surly manner.
"Pardon me, if I venture to point out that anything which pertains to
the safety of the castle concerns me."
"Whose castle is it?" roared the Count.
"That is precisely the point now under dispute," replied the Emperor,
with the utmost gravity. "If you do some foolish thing the castle
doubtless will in a few hours belong to the Archbishops, for they are
probably counting on an act of folly which will bring them into
possession. I am anxious that the castle remain in your hands, therefore
I ask again, what are you proposing to do, and why are you taking away
the materials which so well supported the gates when they were
assaulted?"
"I am commander here and not to be questioned."
"That is hardly according to our compact, my Lord. Let us not, however,
discuss the matter before the men, but in the council chamber alone
together. I must know what you intend to do."
"I have held my castle until now against all comers. I will continue to
keep it in my own way."
"Your memory is short, my Lord. Your castle was saved in the first
assault by my archer. In the two following it was kept largely by my
generalship, if I may be so conceited as to claim as much. You did some
stentorian shouting, and some wondrous catapult practice, which, if it
killed any, wrought their death more by amazement at the work, than
through the accuracy of the machines. I came here a stranger, but am now
well known to the men, and they have confidence in me. If we must have
deplorable dissensions in their presence I will at once give command for
them to cease work, and you will see how many obey me. It is best not to
force me to this extremity, for if I am thus put to it, you will give
no more orders in this castle. Let it come to an open contest between
you and me, and you will be amazed to find that all who rally round you
are Steinmetz and one or two others, hirelings at best, whom you,
knowing nothing of men, have placed above the others, and even they will
at once desert you when they find you standing practically alone.
Therefore, my Lord, I ask you for the third time what you intend to do?"
The cool and firm insistence of the Emperor had a quenching effect on
the other's anger. The Count began to doubt the wisdom of his hot-headed
resolve, for he had, in spite of himself, a growing confidence in
Rodolph's generalship, and his bluster was largely caused by the shame
he felt in placing his plans before the incisive criticism of his
comrade in arms. He turned brusquely away from Rodolph, and said,
curtly:
"Very well. Let us to the council chamber."
The Emperor followed him, and was in turn followed by the archer, who
always kept an eye on his master, unless definitely commanded not to do
so. The archer never pretended that he had the least belief in the good
faith of Count Heinrich, and it is likely that Rodolph, although he gave
no utterance to his distrust, had as little confidence, for he rarely
made objection to the watch John Surrey kept over him. Neither was their
vigilance relaxed on the tower. They constantly increased their store of
provisions, and allowed no one to come up the stair on any pretence
whatever. When the archer was not on watch in the tower, Conrad usually
took his place, and the possibility of their having to stand a siege
within a siege at any moment was rarely absent from the mind of the
Emperor. If the intentions of the Black Count were honest, there was no
harm in being ready for the reverse.
When the Emperor and Count reached the council chamber the latter turned
sharply round and plunged at once into his explanation.
"I am going to open the gates and sally forth at the head of my men. I
shall cut their line and, sparing none who oppose me, fight as long as
may be, then shall we return to the castle. In this way shall I harass
them day by day, until they are glad to raise the siege."
"How many men do you intend to leave with me to protect the castle in
your absence?"
"The castle needs no protection until I return to it. The Archbishops
will find enough to do without troubling Thuron. I shall take all my men
with me."
"Have you made any computation regarding the number of soldiers the
Archbishops have under their banners?"
"What has that to do with it? The men are scattered north, east, south,
and west of this place, and cannot be rallied in time to harm me."
"I am, of course, not in the confidence of the Archbishops and cannot
tell how wisely or unwisely their plans are laid. Were I in their place
I should count on just such a sortie as you have proposed, caused either
by folly or desperation. It is a thing a famished commander might do, or
it might be done by one who knew no better. I should have it arranged
that a bugle call would cause all available men to march instantly over
the hills and cut you off from the gates before you could possibly
retreat. As the Archbishops have a hundred men and more to your one,
there can be no possible doubt regarding the termination of such a
venture as yours. You are as wise as a snail would be to leave his
shell, and, unarmed, fight a hawk in the open. The castle is your shell,
and remaining in it is your only salvation. I am astonished at the
futility of your proposal."
"I cannot sit inactive."
"You must. Otherwise the sane thing to do is to run up a white flag
after taking down your own, make terms with the Archbishops and deliver
your castle to them. Then you may get concessions, but to sally forth at
the head of your men is to deliver your castle at once into their hands,
and that without compensation, for then they take it and capture or
kill you. It is the project of a madman."
The Count became fiercely enraged at this merciless criticism, and,
almost foaming at the mouth, smote his fist on the table, crying:
"Our weakness is not that we are outnumbered a hundred to one. It is
that we are one too many in Thuron. No garrison can prosper under two
commanders."
"Again you are mistaken. There are not two commanders, but one only.
There are two commanders with the besiegers, and that fact, in spite of
their army's strength, is probably the reason the castle has not been
taken long since. There is but one commander in Thuron, and I am he."
"You lie!" yelled the Black Count. "I am master of Thuron, and will
remain so while a stone of it rests on another."
"Prove yourself so. The weapons with which we previously fought on this
question still hang on the wall; only, take warning. I shall use the
edge of the sword, and not the flat of it, upon your person when next I
face you."
"I shall not honour you by fighting with you, a nameless stranger, for
whose quality no one can vouch."
"I bore the honour you formerly bestowed upon me modestly enough, and no
one has been told of our encounter. As for the quality of my fighting,
you made no complaint at the time."
"I will imprison you as an insubordinate traitor."
"I am even prepared for that, and have been ever since I took my
quarters in the tower. The moment you break your word with me I
constitute myself my own jailer, and will retire to the tower. There my
archer will kill your adherents one by one in the courtyard, or on the
battlements, or wherever you dare show yourselves. I will haul down your
banner and run up a flag of truce instead. Then, when the envoys of the
Archbishop come, I will shout to them from the tower that we are
commanded by a madman. I will make terms with them so far as the ladies
are concerned, and will tell them how to take the castle, as not one of
your men dare show face upon the walls, fearing my archer. I regret
being compelled to show you that you are both helpless and, at the same
time, a fool, but you would have it. Now, my Lord, what is to be done?
Are you content to hold command under my orders, or am I to be further
troubled with your petulance, so that I must humiliate you in the eyes
of your own men, depose you publicly, and perhaps imprison you in the
castle I would be only too glad to have you hold and keep? I must know
definitely and finally, for these discussions cannot continue."
The Black Count rested his shaggy head in his hands, and for a long time
there was silence in the room. At last he raised his blood-shot eyes,
burning with hate, and shot a question at Rodolph.
"Who are you?"
"Your master. Take that for granted until this siege is ended, then you
may discover you have not been in error. If you attempt to fight me as
well as the Archbishops the contest will be a short one. In the fiend's
name, has your ill temper not left enough of sense in your brain to show
you, even in your anger, that it is better to have me fighting for you
than against you? Your persistent stupidity exhausts my patience."
"What am I to tell the men whom I have ordered to clear the sacks from
the gate? They will think me indeed mad if I bid them reverse their
work."
"They think it now, as does every one with whom you come in contact.
When the grain is all removed tell them to fill the empty sacks with
earth and stones from the cellars, and to place them in position against
the gates again. Have this done whenever a sack is emptied in future, so
that our consumption of corn will not interfere with the security of the
gates. If you have said to any one that you intended to sally forth,
tell him now that you have changed your mind."
This was the last rebellion of Count Heinrich against the usurper within
his gates. The ladies, when all met together for the evening meal, did
not suspect that there had been any difference between the two men, for
Heinrich was invariably so gruff towards his women folk that his
demeanour could hardly be made worse by any check he had encountered
during the day, and Rodolph's manner was marked by a deferential
equanimity that was immutable.
While they were seated at the evening repast Captain Steinmetz entered
and made announcement that a holy Palmer was before the gate asking
admittance, saying he had news for the master of the castle.
"Where is he from? How did he get through the lines?" demanded the
Count.
"I think he is from Palestine," replied Steinmetz, "and he came through
the lines by permission of the Archbishops. He says he bears news to you
of the Emperor."
"Of the Emperor?" ejaculated Rodolph, in amazement.
"Yes. His Majesty is fighting in the Holy Land, and I think the monk
comes from him with news of his battles."
"Ah!" Rodolph looked closely at those who sat round the table, but said
nothing further. Tekla gazed with interest at the captain; the Count's
eyes were bent on the table, and his wife regarded his dark face
timorously.
"We want no news of the Emperor's fighting," said the Count, gruffly, at
last. "What matters his fighting to us? A wise man goes not abroad to
deal his blows, when there are good knocks to be given in his own land.
Tell the Palmer we want none of his budget."
"Not so, my uncle," cried Tekla, her eyes glowing with enthusiasm, "we
are all loyal subjects of his Majesty, I hope, and I confess I should
like to hear how he prospers. I beg you to admit the pious father."
"He is most likely a pious spy, sent by the connivance of the
Archbishops, whose tool he is. Their Lordships desire to know how
matters stand within the fortress."
"Even if that be the case," put in Rodolph, mildly, "I should be the
last to baulk their curiosity. It would give me pleasure to have them
know that the stout Count Heinrich is well, and has no fear of them,
either separate or united. It may comfort the Archbishops to learn that
we were faring generously when their envoy came upon us, and that
Heinrich of Thuron thought them of so small account that he permitted a
man coming from their camp and through their lines to enter his dining
hall."
The Count's eye lit up for a moment as he glanced round his hall, then
the light died out, gloom came upon his brow, and once more he bent his
gaze on the table in silence.
"I would suggest, however, that the Palmer be blindfolded before he is
taken up the ladder, and so conducted to the Count's presence. It may be
prudent to conceal from him how well the gates are barricaded. If he
actually comes from the Emperor, I confess, like the Countess here, I
think so much of his Majesty that I should dearly love to have news of
him. What say you, my lord Count?"
"Have it as you will. There is no desire on my part to hear of his
Majesty, so question the Palmer as best pleases you. Admit the man,
Steinmetz, but blindfold him as has been suggested."
A few minutes later the monk was led into the hall, advancing with
caution as a blind man does, gropingly uncertain regarding his
footsteps, placing one sandal tentatively before the other, as if he
feared a trap, although led by the captain, who at last removed the
bandage from his blinking eyes, thus bringing him suddenly from darkness
to light. The monk bowed low to each one present, then stood with
folded arms, awaiting permission to speak. If he were indeed a spy he
showed no indication of it: his face was calm and imperturbable, and
looked little like the countenance of a man in fear of the fate which
must quickly have followed conviction as an informant.
"You come from the Holy Land, Father?" began Rodolph.
"Not so, my Lord. I come from Frankfort, but there has recently arrived
from Palestine a messenger, who brought brave tidings from his noble
Majesty, the Emperor Rodolph of Germany."
"Indeed. And who sends you forth, or do you come of your own accord?"
"I am sent forth by the Baron von Brunfels, now in Frankfort, to relate
intelligence of the Emperor in all castles and camps and strongholds, to
those of noble birth, who are, I trust, loyal subjects of his Majesty."
"That are we all here, holy father," cried Tekla with enthusiasm.
The monk bowed low to the lady.
"I trust that the Baron von Brunfels is well. He is a dear friend of
mine," said Rodolph.
"He is well, my Lord, but somewhat haggard with the care of state which
has fallen upon him in his Majesty's absence. He is thought to be
over-anxious regarding his Majesty's welfare; but I surmise that the
news he has now received of him may bring more cheerfulness to his brow
than has been seen there of late."
"Doubtless that will be the case," remarked Rudolph, with a deep sigh.
"Do you know to what particular part of the business of state Baron von
Brunfels bends his energies?"
"Particularly to the army, my Lord. He has greatly increased it, drawing
men mainly from Southern Germany, and placing in command of them
officers who come from the Emperor's own part of the country. It is said
he is raising a company of archers, not armed with the cross-bow, but
with a thin weapon held in one hand, so marvellously inaccurate that
when the regiment practices near Frankfort the people round about fly to
their houses, saying there is little security for life while that
company is abroad, as no prophet can predict where their shafts will
alight. Prayers are offered that this company be disbanded, or that
Providence will confer greater blessings on their marksmanship than has
hitherto been vouchsafed."
"Ah, it is a pity we cannot lend the Baron our good archer, who would do
more for the efficiency of the company than much devotion. Does rumour
give any reason for this increase of the army, or has Baron von Brunfels
said anything regarding its purpose?"
"It is believed that a large reinforcement will presently be sent to the
Emperor in Palestine, when the men are more accustomed to their duties."
"A most scandalous waste of human lives," cried the Black Count,
sternly. "German men should fight their enemies at home or on the
borders of German land. Of what benefit are the desert sands to us, even
should we win them?"
The monk seemed shocked at this, and devoutly crossed himself, but made
no reply. Tekla flashed an indignant look at her uncle, but spoke
instead to Rodolph.
"My Lord," she said, "you seem more interested in the Baron than in the
Emperor. I wish to hear of his Majesty's campaign in the Holy Land."
"True, Countess, I had forgotten myself, and I beg you to pardon me. The
Baron is a very dear friend of mine, as I have said, but I will have
speech with our visitor later concerning him. Now, Father, what of the
Emperor?"
"His Majesty, the Emperor, has proven himself a warrior not only of
great personal bravery, but one who is a redoubted general as well. He
has displayed marvellous knowledge of the arts of war, and has routed
the infidels, horse and foot, wherever he encountered them, scattering
them like chaff before the wind. Threescore of their bravest leaders has
he slain with his own hand, until now his very name spreads terror
throughout the land. When it is known he leads the Christian host, the
Saracens fly without giving battle, and cannot be lured into the field
to face him."
"In God's name, then," cried the irate Count, "why doesn't he take
Palestine with his own hand, and return so that he may reduce at least
two of his truculent Princes to order and some respect for him? Germany
is languishing for a ruler of such prowess. Told you the Archbishops of
all this?"
"I did, my Lord."
"And what said they?"
"They prayed that he might be long spared to perform such deeds in the
Holy Land, and are about to offer Mass in honour of his victories over
the heathen."
"I can well believe it. If masses will keep him in the East he will
never return to Germany. I have no patience with such old wives' tales."
The Count rose from his bench and strode from the room, saying to
Steinmetz as he departed:
"See that this relator of fables is carefully deposited outside the
walls in the way he came, and allow no loitering in the courtyard."
"My Lord," cried Rodolph as the Count approached the door, "I wish to
have some converse with the good Father alone, and I desire to offer him
refreshment before he departs from us. Have I your sanction?"
The Black Count paused near the door and looked back at the assemblage
before answering. Then he said:
"Captain Steinmetz, you will obey his Lordship's orders as faithfully as
if they came from me."
With this command he withdrew from the room. The ladies also rose and
bent their heads to receive the blessing of the monk, thanking him for
what he had told them, and expressing a wish that this should not be
his last visit to the castle.
Refreshments were placed on the table, to which the monk, on being
invited, devoted himself with right good will. Rodolph requested Captain
Steinmetz to leave them alone together.
"Are you the only messenger Baron von Brunfels sends forth from
Frankfort?" asked Rodolph.
"No, my Lord, there are many of us. One goes east, another west, and so
in all directions. It is the desire of Baron von Brunfels that the
people know as speedily as possible of the deeds done by their brave
Emperor."
"A most loyal and laudable intention, which will be well carried out if
all the messengers are as faithful and competent as you are, Father. Do
you return instantly to Frankfort?"
"No, my Lord. I go now up the Moselle to Treves, and so back in a
southerly direction to the capital."
"I ask you, then, to change your plans, and return forthwith to
Frankfort."
"'Twould be contrary to the orders of my Lord of Brunfels. I dare not
disobey him."
"Nevertheless, I request you to do so, and I give you my assurance that
you will be the most welcome visitor the Baron has received this many a
day, and that he himself will tell you so, blessing you for your
disobedience."
"If the news you have to send is so important to him, I might venture to
change my route, but as I shall have to suffer if a mistake is made,
while you are safe in this castle, I must judge of the importance of
your message by hearing it."
"Friendship lends importance to tidings that may seem trivial to a
stranger. The Baron is my most intimate friend, therefore I ask of you
to remember carefully and relate accurately what I have to send him.
Tell him the silk merchant whom he accompanied to Treves is well, and is
now in Castle Thuron."
"I carry not news of silk merchants, but of Emperors," cried the monk
resentfully, for, despite his calling, even his humility was offended by
the sudden descent from the highest to the lowest, in a country where
rank was so greatly esteemed.
"Remember, Father, that the founder of our Holy Church was the son of a
carpenter."
"He was the Son of God."
"Most true, but reputed to be what I say, and his Apostles were poor
fishermen. Therefore it may well be that when you carry news of a silk
merchant you are no less ignoble a messenger than when you carry news of
an Emperor. Tell the Baron the silk merchant sends him greeting, and
asks him to persevere in the augmenting of the army, which the silk
merchant hopes will, from its very strength and efficiency, prove to be,
not an engine of war, but an assurance of peace. To be thus effective,
however, it must be undeniably stronger than any forces that may combine
against it. Say that the West and the North have combined, which fact he
probably already knows. The Baron is, therefore, not to interfere in any
struggle that may be going on, but rather to keep a close watch upon it,
and to have everything ready when a command is sent him. Have you given
strict heed to my message, good Father? Repeat it to me."
"Baron von Brunfels is to be made aware that the silk merchant who
accompanied him to Treves is at present in Castle Thuron. The army is to
be increased and made more efficient. The West and the North have
combined, which I take to mean, that Europe is as one against the
Saracen, and that the Emperor's army is to be made stronger than the
combination, so that when he gives the command, he will be at the head
of a force superior to all others sent out, and may thus bring the war
to an end without further blood being shed, through the mere terror of
his name, supplemented by an army so redoubtable."
"I beg you to colour not your message with your own explanations but to
attend more strictly to the exact words I give you. Say that when
further news of the Emperor comes to him, he is to send you again to
Castle Thuron, and he may give you instructions that will be for my ear
alone. You will, therefore, be careful, if you value the good opinion of
the Baron, to keep strictly apart the message for me and the general
intelligence which you recite to the Archbishops. Say that the silk
merchant is in safe quarters, and thinks it better to make no premature
attempt to leave Thuron. The main thing at present is to get together as
many troops as will outnumber two to one the forces of the West and the
North. All this is not done in a day. Do you go back to the
Archbishops?"
"No, my Lord. I intended to journey up the Moselle."
"Are you afoot?"
"The Baron von Brunfels, wishing me speed, gave me a horse, to which I
am only now becoming accustomed. I left it at the village below in care
of a soldier, it being my intention to travel to-night to the valley of
the Brodenbach, and rest at the castle of Ehrenburg."
"Ehrenburg can wait for its news of the Emperor. Go, therefore, up the
Brodenbach valley as was your first determination, but continue on past
the castle until you come to the Frankfort road. Rest then if you must,
but know that the sooner you reach Frankfort the better will you please
the Baron."
Rodolph called to Steinmetz, who again blindfolded the monk, and
accompanied by Emperor and captain the Palmer was set once more outside
the walls, and disappeared in the night down the hill towards Alken.