Part 21 (2/2)

We retraced our road to the Castle, walking our jaded mounts. The dogs followed close behind us, their tongues lolling from their mouths, and eyeing at intervals their fallen foe, as if not yet sure that he was beyond renewing the combat.

As we reached the eventful fork in the forest path, the Count drew up:

”Here's where you went astray,” he said; ”you didn't see the bit of red flannel, torn from the lining of Sebalt's jacket, that we pinned to the tree, just here, within the left-hand path? By Jove, it's gone! This stiff breeze must have drawn it against the knife's edge and cut it through. Look! There it is, caught in the thicket.”

Sure enough, a long strip of red flannel was fluttering in the twigs of the underbrush a few feet away.

”I shudder when I think how we might be returning now!” exclaimed the Count, and a look of gloom settled for a moment upon his face.

Gideon rode up to the tree, and pulling out his hunting-knife, restored it to his belt. We looked thoughtfully along the fateful path for several minutes still. Then we resumed our homeward course.

It was towards two o'clock when we trooped into the courtyard. We presented a somewhat less spirited appearance than at our setting out at daybreak, but we were victorious and happy, nevertheless.

While the huntsmen and hostlers were busy in removing the boar and caring for the dogs and horses, the Count continued to the lodge gate, and Odile and I followed him leisurely, along the rugged path.

As we pa.s.sed the lodge room, wherein we could descry the dwarf and a half-dozen other figures seated about the fireplace, Offenloch stepped out, and bowing to the Count, he said:

”Some musicians from the Forest, monsieur! They ask permission to play in the Castle this evening in return for food and a night's lodging.”

”Good!” said the Count; ”music is just what we want, and such as these fellows play! For I was just sending for you, Offenloch, to bid you prepare a feast to-night worthy of the triple event to be celebrated.

Tell all the people of the Castle to be present in the dining-room at eight o'clock, and see that no one of them all is missing. These players shall furnish us music. Let nothing be wanting to every one's pleasure.”

The delighted butler smiled expectantly, and withdrew to carry out his master's instructions.

We continued to the drawing-room, where we took leave of one another to prepare for the evening's festivities. A few minutes later I found myself in my chamber. I was pretty thoroughly used up with the unusual experiences of the morning, and throwing off my borrowed clothes, I lay down on my bed, where I presently fell into a leaden slumber.

I woke some hours later, much refreshed, to find the sun set and my tower chamber dark. After five minutes of yawning and stretching, I got up, and striking a light, I set about to prepare myself for the feast.

Meanwhile I reflected--in that state of complete happiness which life cannot offer twice, and which it does not often fall to our lot that first time to embrace--upon the circ.u.mstances of my present. It seemed like the touch of the genie's hand that I should now find myself installed for all time at Nideck, the accepted lover of its mistress, and beloved by its master, the Count.

I was still reflecting in this wise as I went down the stairs to the dining-room. I found a gay company a.s.sembled there. Many of the faces were new to me, as I had never penetrated to the remoter parts of the Castle; but all were gay and laughing, and bespoke impatient expectation of the amus.e.m.e.nt in store for them. The arrangements for the repast were elaborate and complete, and worthy of their projector, Offenloch.

Hardly had the members of the household finished greeting me, when Odile appeared on the Count's arm, her exquisite beauty well set off by a rich gown of black brocade that made her complexion dazzling by contrast, and in her hair a single band of jewels.

They proceeded to the head of the table, and the Count motioned me to him. Then, with Odile on his right hand and I at his left, he addressed the gathering:

”My friends,” said he, ”you shall now know the purpose of your being called hither to-night. It is to celebrate the greatest of all events in the lives of three of us; namely, the saving of your mistress's life this morning, as you have doubtless already heard, and the restoration of your master's health, both the work of Monsieur de la Roche beside me here” (I experienced much more embarra.s.sment than gratification at this unexpected eulogy), ”and lastly, that which is fraught with like significance for us all, the betrothal of your mistress and our benefactor!”

At this point the Count was interrupted by a chorus of cheers that were prolonged for several moments. As the noise subsided he went on:

”It is well known to you all how dear to me the thought has been of feeling that the ancient line of Nideck, which has held an honorable place in the history of Alsace for many centuries, should continue to flourish long after I, Count Hermann, shall have pa.s.sed away. That time is not far distant, and when it comes it rejoices me to think that I shall hand over to these young people beside me here the future of my race. Your young master has endeared himself already to your hearts, and he will continue to do so during the years which are to come. Your devotion to me in the past has been complete, and the memory of it is one of the proudest of my possessions; and now I ask you to extend this devotion to those who shall succeed me when I in turn pa.s.s on the Castle and its lands. And now but one more word. This night shall be devoted to revelry, and there should be no downcast eye among us! He who rejoices most shall best prove his loyalty to his house. Eat, drink, and be merry! The Count of Nideck requires it of you!”

He paused, and a chorus of shouts greeted his message of good-will. The old housekeeper wiped her eyes with a corner of her ap.r.o.n, while some of the younger maids were reduced even to whimpering; the men maintained a st.u.r.dy silence, but it was evident that all, especially the old steward, the dwarf, and the master of the hounds, were no less affected than the women.

Ere we resumed our seats, the ancient wa.s.sail-bowl of the Nidecks, blackened by centuries past, was filled to overflowing with sparkling wine from the Drachenfels, and went the round of the table, each one draining all he could at a breath. The generous draught served to increase the already growing hilarity. The happy eyes and faces sparkled more brightly under its magic spell. Then, in response to a signal from the Count, we seated ourselves about the board.

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