Part 21 (2/2)
”You look at me and my abode with astonishment, my worthy guest,” said the knight: ”you, perhaps, expected to hear me bewailing my hard fate--but of what use would that be? As no one can retrieve my misfortune in this moment, I think it the wisest plan to put a bold face upon what I cannot alter. But tell me, am not I as well lodged here as many princes in their palaces? Have you noticed the halls and saloons of this my palace? do not the walls s.h.i.+ne like silver, and the vaulted ceilings sparkle as if they were set in pearls and diamonds?
and the pillars, do they not glitter with emeralds, rubies, and all sorts of precious stones? But here comes Hans, my purveyor, with the wine. Say, my trusty subject, does that cup contain the whole of our cellar?”
”Your habitation can boast of water, as clear as crystal,” answered the fifer, who well understood the cheerful mood of his companion; ”the remainder of the wine in the cellar will fill more than three cups, and--as we have another guest to-day--we may indulge a little. Luckily, I brought a jug full of good old Uhlbacker from the castle to-night.”
”You have done well,” said the exiled knight, whilst a ray of joy flashed from his brilliant eye; ”you must not think, Albert von Sturmfeder, that I am a wine-bibber; but good wine is a n.o.ble thing, and I love to see the full gla.s.s circulate in friendly society. Put the jug down here, worthy master of the cellar, we'll enjoy ourselves, as in the best days of our prosperity. Here's to you, and the former splendour of the house of Sturmfeder!”
Albert thanked the knight, and drank. ”I wish I could return the honour, in drinking to your name,” he said; ”but, as you have already hesitated to give it me, I will not ask it now, sir knight. But here's to you, and may you return victorious to the castles of your fathers, and may your family live and nourish there for ever--huzza!” He p.r.o.nounced the last word with a loud voice, and just as he set his cup down, he was astonished to hear it repeated by many sounds, which appeared to be voices, coming from the whole length of the grotto: ”What is that?” he said, ”are not we alone?”
”Those are my va.s.sals,--spirits,” answered the knight, smiling; ”or, if you prefer it, the echo, which responds to your kind wish. I have often heard,” he added, in a more serious tone, ”in the days of my prosperity, the success of my house cheered by hundreds of voices; but I have never been more pleased, or more affected, than to have it drank to, by my only guest, and re-echoed among the rocks of these lower regions. Fill the cup, Hans, and drink, and if you can give us a good toast, let's have it.”
The fifer of Hardt filled the cup, and glanced a significant look at Albert: ”Here's to you, sir, and something which will please you more,--the Lady of Lichtenstein!”
”Hollo, right so, right so! drink, sir, drink!” cried the exile, and laughed so heartily, that the cavern appeared to tremble under it.
”Drink out every drop! long may she live, and bloom for you! Well done, Hans! only look how the blood mounts up in the cheeks of our guest; how his eyes sparkle, as if he actually kissed her beautiful lips. You need not be bashful! I also have loved and wooed, and know the state of a light merry heart of four-and-twenty, on such an occasion!”
”Poor man!” said Albert, touched by a sigh of deep feeling which accompanied these last words.--”Have you loved and wooed also? and perhaps been obliged to leave a beloved wife and children to lament and bewail your present misfortunes!” As he said this he felt his cloak pulled from behind, when turning around, the countryman winked to him, as a sign, that it was a subject of all others the most painful to the knight to hear. Albert immediately saw the effect it produced on his features; and regretted having been the cause of giving him pain.
With a look of wild despair, and evidently trying to combat his feeling, he merely said, ”Frost in September destroys the beautiful flower which blossoms in May, and we scarcely know how to account for it. My children are left in the hands of rough but faithful nurses, who will, with G.o.d's help, take care good of them till their father returns home again.” He was so much affected when he spoke these words, that it required no small effort to enable him to resume his good humour. ”Hans is witness,” he said, after a pause, ”how often I have wished to see you, Albert von Sturmfeder; he told me of your being wounded, on that occasion when you were surprised by a party of the League, who probably took you for one of us outcasts; but happily gave you an opportunity to escape.”
”Yes, I had a narrow escape,” answered Albert. ”I almost believe they took me for the Duke, for they were on the look out for him at that time. I would willingly have suffered much greater loss, to be the instrument of saving him.”
”Well, that is saying a good deal; are you aware, that the cut which was made at you might have cost you your life?”
”He who takes the field,” replied Albert, ”must settle all his accounts with the world beforehand. I would certainly prefer falling before the enemy in the field of battle, surrounded by friends and comrades, that I might receive from their hands the last offices of regard and love.
But still, to parry the murderer's hand from the Duke, I would have sacrificed my life, at any time, had it been necessary.”
The exile regarded the young man with emotion, and pressed his hand.
”You appear to take great interest in the Duke,” he said; ”I should hardly have supposed it; because they say, your heart is with the League.”
”As I know you are a partisan of the Duke,” answered Albert; ”I trust you will excuse me if I speak my mind freely. Well, then, I must tell you, I think the Duke has acted, in many respects, not becoming his high station; for example, he ought not to have meddled in the affair of Hutten in the manner he did, whatever might have been his reasons; and then, the treatment of his wife was excited by violence and an overbearing spirit; and you must admit, that it was rage and revenge, and not a just ground for attack, which moved him to take forcible possession of Reutlingen.”
He paused, expecting to hear a remark from the knight, upon what he had just said; but as he remained silent, Albert continued: ”Upon these reports I formed the idea of the Duke's character when I joined the ranks of the confederates, among whom he was vilified in still stronger terms; but, on the other hand, he had a warm advocate in the Lady of Lichtenstein, who was better acquainted with his virtues than his enemies, and who you may perhaps have already heard was the princ.i.p.al cause of my quitting their service. I will not, therefore, say more upon the subject further than she opened my eyes to the true state of existing circ.u.mstances. In consequence of her information, I gave myself some trouble to penetrate the ulterior views of the League, and found they were directed, not only to the dispossessing him of his dominions and banis.h.i.+ng him his country, but, in order to gratify the real object of their views, they grasped at the part.i.tion of his sovereignty among themselves. With the impression of the injustice of their intentions strong in my mind, I viewed the Duke's cause in a light totally different to what I had hitherto done. His character was raised still higher in my estimation, when I also learnt, that though urged by the patriotism and love of his people to venture a battle in defence of his rights, he would not risk the blood of his faithful Wurtembergers in such a hazardous game. And though possessing the power of extorting money from his subjects to subsidize the Swiss, he rather preferred exile for the good of his country. These are my reasons for befriending the ill-used Prince.”
The knight, whose eyes had been fixed on the ground, now raised them upon Albert, and he seemed overpowered with the kind expressions which he had used towards the Duke. ”Truly,” he said, ”your feelings are pure and generous, my young friend! I know the Duke as well as I do myself, and I may venture to say with you, that he rises superior to his misfortunes, and merits a far better name than report gives of him. Ah!
if he had a hundred hearts such as yours, not a rag of the League's ensigns would ever float over the castles of Wurtemberg;--could I but persuade you to join his cause! Far be it from me, however, to invite you to share his misery; it is enough that your sword, and an arm such as yours, do not belong to his enemies. May your days be happier than his! may heaven reward your good opinion of an unfortunate man!”
The spirit which breathed throughout the words of the exile, struck many a corresponding chord in the heart of Albert. He was flattered and encouraged to hear his own actions thus acknowledged.
The similarity which appeared to exist between the fate of his unknown friend and the impoverished fortunes of his own house, together with the prompting of the n.o.ble desire to espouse the weakest but honest cause in the pending struggle, in preference to taking the side of victorious injustice, were so many irresistible inducements to the manly mind of Albert to stand by the exile in his present deep distress.
Inspired by this feeling, he took his hand, and said, ”Let no one henceforth talk to me of the imprudence,--let it not be called folly,-- of sharing the misfortunes of the persecuted! May others partake of the division of the Duke's fine country, and carouse in the spoils of the unhappy man's property,--I feel courage enough to suffer with him in his sufferings; and, when he draws his sword to re-conquer his lost possessions, I will be the first by his side. Take my hand, sir knight, as my pledge: let what may happen, I am the Duke's friend from henceforth, for ever.”
A tear of grat.i.tude started in the eye of the exile as he returned the shake of his hand. ”You risk much, but you lose nothing by becoming Ulerich's friend. The country, beyond these inhospitable regions, is now in the possession of tyrants and robbers; but here below faithful hearts still beat true to Wurtemberg. Forget for a moment that I am a poor knight and an exiled man, and figure me to yourself the Prince of the country, as I am lord of this cavern, with his knight and citizen standing before him. Ah! as long as these three estates hold firm together, be they concealed ever so deep in the lap of the earth, Wurtemberg still exists. Fill the cup, Hans, and join your rough hand to ours; we'll seal the alliance in a b.u.mper!”
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