Part 8 (1/2)

The landlord with a couple of servants stepped back as Wogan showed himself to the light of their candles. Wogan heard their exclamations, though he did not clearly understand them, for his ears still buzzed. He saw their startled faces, but only dimly, for he was dazzled by the light. He came back into the room, and pointing to his a.s.sailant,-a st.u.r.dy, broad man, who now sat up opening and shutting his eyes in a dazed way,-”Who is that?” he asked, gasping rather than speaking the words.

”Who is that?” repeated the landlord, staring at Wogan.

”Who is that?” said Wogan, leaning against the bed-post.

”Why, sir, your servant. Who should he be?”

Wogan was silent for a little, considering as well as his rambling wits allowed this new development.

”Ah!” said Wogan, ”he came here with me?” ”Yes, since he is your servant.”

The landlord was evidently mystified; he was no less evidently speaking with sincerity. Wogan reflected that to proffer a charge against the a.s.sailant would involve his own detention in Ulm.

”To be sure,” said he, ”I know. This is my servant. That is precisely what I mean.” His wits were at work to find a way out of his difficulty. ”This is my servant? What then?” he asked fiercely.

”But I don't understand,” said the landlord.

”You don't understand!” cried Wogan. ”Was there ever such a landlord? He does not understand. This is my servant, I tell you.”

”Yes, sir, but-but-”

”Well?”

”We were roused-there was a noise-a noise of men fighting.”

”There would have been no noise,” said Wogan, triumphantly, ”if you had prepared a bed for my servant. He would not have crept into my cupboard to sleep off his drunkenness.”

”But, sir, there was a bed.”

”You should have seen that he was carried to it. As it is, here have I been driven to beat him and to lose my night's rest in consequence. It is not fitting. I do not think that your inn is well managed.”

Wogan expressed his indignation with so majestic an air that the landlord was soon apologising for having disturbed a gentleman in the proper exercise of belabouring his valet.

”We will carry the fellow away,” said he.

”You will do nothing of the kind,” said Wogan. ”He shall get back into his cupboard and there he shall remain till daybreak. Come, get up!”

Wogan's self-appointed valet got to his feet. There was no possibility of an escape for him since there were three men between him and the door. On the other hand, obedience to Wogan might save him from a charge of attempted theft.

”In with you,” said Wogan, and the man obeyed. His head no doubt was still spinning from the blow, and he had the stupid look of one dazed.

”There is no lock to the door,” said the landlord.

”There is no need of a lock,” said Wogan, ”so long as one has a chair. The fellow will do very well till the morning. But I will take your three candles, for it is not likely that I shall sleep.”

Wogan smoked his pipe all the rest of the night, reclining on a couple of chairs in front of the cupboard. In the morning he made his valet walk three miles by his horse's side. The man dared not disobey, and when Wogan finally let him go he was so far from the town that, had he confederates there, he could do no harm.

Wogan continued his journey. Towns, it was proved, were no safer to him than villages. He began to wonder how it was that no traps had been laid for him on the earlier stages of his journey, and he suddenly hit upon the explanation. ”It was that night,” said he to himself, ”when the Prince sat by the Countess with the list of my friends in his hands. The names were all erased but three, and against those three was that other name of Schlestadt. No doubt the Countess while she bent over her harp-strings took a look at that list. I must run the gauntlet into Schlestadt.”

Towards evening he came to Stuttgart and rode through the Schloss Platz and along the Konigstra.s.se. Wogan would not sleep there, since there the Duke of Wurtemberg held his court, and in that court the Countess of Berg was very likely to have friends. He rode onwards through the valley along the banks of the Nesen brook until he came to its junction with the Neckar.