Volume Ii Part 34 (1/2)
”Well, then, let us remain here and wait until the city is wearied out.”
”It is impossible.” said Witichis, ”we cannot wait. In a few days Belisarius may descend from yonder mountains and conquer us, Duke Guntharis, and the city; then the kingdom and people of the Goths are lost for ever! There are only two ways--to storm--”
”Impossible!' said Hildebrand.
”Or to yield. Go, Teja, take the crown. I see no other expedient.”
The two young men hesitated.
Then old Hildebrand, with a sad and earnest and loving look at the King, said:
”I know of another course to take; a painful, but the only one. Thou must take this course, my Witichis, even if thy heart should break.”
Witichis looked at him inquiringly. Even Teja and Hildebad were struck by the tender manner of the old man.
”Go out,” continued Hildebrand, turning to Hildebad and Teja. ”I must speak to the King alone.”
CHAPTER XIV.
Silently the two Goths left the tent, and walked up and down, awaiting the result.
From the tent they now and then heard Hildebrand's voice, who appeared to warn and argue with the King; and now and then an outcry from the latter.
”What can the old man be thinking of?” asked Hildebad, stopping in his walk. ”Dost thou not know?”
”I guess,” sighed Teja; ”poor Witichis!”
”What the devil dost thou mean?”
”Let me alone,” said Teja; ”it will all come out soon enough.”
A considerable time elapsed thus. Ever more violent and more full of pain sounded the voice of the King, who seemed to defend himself desperately against Hildebrand's arguments.
”Why does the greybeard so torture the brave hero?” cried Hildebad angrily. ”It is just as if he would murder him! I will go in and help him!”
But Teja held him fast by the shoulder.
”Remain!” he cried, ”he cannot be helped.”
As Hildebad was struggling to get loose, the noise of voices was heard from the other end of the lane of tents; two sentries were trying in vain to stop a strong Goth, who, covered with all the signs of a long and hard ride, tried to get to the King's tent.
”Let me go, good friend,” he cried, ”or I will strike thee down!”
And he threateningly lifted a heavy club.
”It cannot be. Thou must wait. The leaders are with him in his tent.”
”And if all the G.o.ds of Walhalla, together with the Lord Christ, were in his tent, I must go to him!”
”I know that voice,” cried Earl Teja, advancing, ”and the man. Wachis!