<h2>CHAPTER XII.</h2>
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<p class="i10">Believe me, sir,</p>
<p>It carries a rare form.—But 'tis a spirit.</p>
<p class="i16"><i>The Tempest.</i></p>
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<p>There was a short silence after the Bernese had
concluded his singular tale. Arthur Philipson's
attention had been gradually and intensely attracted
by a story which was too much in unison
with the received ideas of the age to be encountered
by the unhesitating incredulity with which it
must have been heard in later and more enlightened
times.</p>
<p>He was also considerably struck by the manner
in which it had been told by the narrator, whom
he had hitherto only regarded in the light of a
rude huntsman or soldier; whereas he now allowed
Donnerhugel credit for a more extensive acquaintance
with the general manners of the world than
he had previously anticipated. The Swiss rose in
his opinion as a man of talent, but without making
the slightest progress in his affections. "The
swashbuckler," he said to himself, "has brains, as
well as brawn and bones, and is fitter for the office
of commanding others than I formerly thought
him." Then, turning to his companion, he
thanked him for the tale, which had shortened
the way in so interesting a manner.</p>
<p>"And it is from this singular marriage," he
continued, "that Anne of Geierstein derives her
origin?"
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<p>"Her mother," answered the Swiss, "was Sybilla
of Arnheim, the infant at whose christening
the mother died—disappeared—or whatever you
may list to call it. The barony of Arnheim,
being a male fief, reverted to the Emperor. The
castle has never been inhabited since the death of
the last lord, and has, as I have heard, become in
some sort ruinous. The occupations of its ancient
proprietors, and, above all, the catastrophe of its
last inhabitant, have been thought to render it no
eligible place of residence."</p>
<p>"Did there appear anything preternatural," said
the Englishman, "about the young Baroness, who
married the brother of the Landamman?"</p>
<p>"So far as I have heard," replied Rudolph,
"there were strange stories. It was said that the
nurses, at the dead of night, have seen Hermione,
the last Baroness of Arnheim, stand weeping by
the side of the child's cradle, and other things
to the same purpose. But here I speak from less
correct information than that from which I drew
my former narrative."</p>
<p>"And since the credibility of a story, not very
probable in itself, must needs be granted, or withheld,
according to the evidence on which it is given,
may I ask you," said Arthur, "to tell me what is the
authority on which you have so much reliance?"</p>
<p>"Willingly," answered the Swiss. "Know that
Theodore Donnerhugel, the favourite page of the
last Baron of Arnheim, was my father's brother.
Upon his master's death he retired to his native
town of Berne, and most of his time was employed
in training me up to arms and martial exercises,
as well according to the fashion of Germany as of
Switzerland, for he was master of all. He witnessed
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_211" id="Page_211">211</SPAN></span>
with his own eyes, and heard with his own
ears, great part of the melancholy and mysterious
events which I have detailed to you. Should you
ever visit Berne, you may see the good old man."</p>
<p>"You think, then," said Arthur, "that the appearance
which I have this night seen is connected
with the mysterious marriage of Anne of
Geierstein's grandfather?"</p>
<p>"Nay," replied Rudolph, "think not that I can
lay down any positive explanation of a thing so
strange. I can only say, that unless I did you the
injustice to disbelieve your testimony respecting
the apparition of this evening, I know no way to
account for it, except by remembering that there
is a portion of the young lady's blood which is
thought not to be derived from the race of Adam,
but more or less directly from one of those elementary
spirits which have been talked of both in
ancient and modern times. But I may be mistaken.
We will see how she bears herself in the
morning, and whether she carries in her looks the
weariness and paleness of a midnight watcher. If
she doth not, we may be authorised in thinking,
either that your eyes have strangely deceived you,
or that they have been cheated by some spectral
appearance, which is not of this world."</p>
<p>To this the young Englishman attempted no
reply. Nor was there time for any, for they were
immediately afterwards challenged by the sentinel
from the drawbridge.</p>
<p>The question, "Who goes there?" was twice
satisfactorily answered, before Sigismund would
admit the patrol to cross the drawbridge.</p>
<p>"Ass and mule that thou art," said Rudolph,
"what was the meaning of thy delay?"
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<p>"Ass and mule thyself, Hauptman!" said the
Swiss, in answer to this objurgation. "I have
been surprised by a goblin on my post once to-night
already, and I have got so much experience upon
that matter that I will not easily be caught a
second time."</p>
<p>"What goblin, thou fool," said Donnerhugel,
"would be idle enough to play his gambols at the
expense of so very poor an animal as thou art?"</p>
<p>"Thou art as cross as my father, Hauptman,"
replied Sigismund, "who cries fool and blockhead
at every word I speak; and yet I have lips, teeth,
and tongue to speak with, just like other folk."</p>
<p>"We will not contest the matter, Sigismund,"
said Rudolph. "It is clear, that if thou dost
differ from other people, it is in a particular which
thou canst hardly be expected to find out or acknowledge.
But what, in the name of simplicity,
is it which hath alarmed thee on thy post?"</p>
<p>"Marry, thus it was, Hauptman," returned Sigismund
Biederman. "I was something tired,
you see, with looking up at the broad moon, and
thinking what in the universe it could be made
of, and how we came to see it just as well here as
at home, this place being so many miles from
Geierstein. I was tired, I say, of this and other
perplexing thoughts, so I drew my fur cap down
over my ears, for I promise you the wind blew
shrill; and then I planted myself firm on my feet,
with one of my legs a little advanced, and both
my hands resting on my partisan, which I placed
upright before me to rest upon; and so I shut
mine eyes."</p>
<p>"Shut thine eyes, Sigismund, and thou upon
thy watch!" exclaimed Donnerhugel.
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<p>"Care not thou for that," answered Sigismund;
"I kept my ears open. And yet it was to little
purpose, for something came upon the bridge with
a step as stealthy as that of a mouse. I looked up
with a start at the moment it was opposite to me,
and when I looked up—whom think you I saw?"</p>
<p>"Some fool like thyself," said Rudolph, at the
same time pressing Philipson's foot to make him
attend to the answer; a hint which was little
necessary, since he waited for it in the utmost
agitation. Out it came at last.</p>
<p>"By St. Mark, it was our own Anne of Geierstein!"</p>
<p>"It is impossible!" replied the Bernese.</p>
<p>"I should have said so too," quoth Sigismund,
"for I had peeped into her bedroom before she
went thither, and it was so bedizened that a queen
or a princess might have slept in it; and why
should the wench get out of her good quarters,
with all her friends about her to guard her, and go
out to wander in the forest?"</p>
<p>"May be," said Rudolph, "she only looked
from the bridge to see how the night waned."</p>
<p>"No," said Sigismund; "she was returning from
the forest. I saw her when she reached the end
of the bridge, and thought of striking at her, conceiving
it to be the devil in her likeness. But I
remembered my halberd is no birch switch to chastise
boys and girls with; and had I done Anne
any harm, you would all have been angry with
me, and, to speak truth, I should have been ill
pleased with myself; for although she doth make
a jest of me now and then, yet it were a dull house
ours were we to lose Anne."</p>
<p>"Ass," answered the Bernese, "didst thou speak
to this form, or goblin as you call it?"
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<p>"Indeed I did not, Captain Wiseacre. My
father is ever angry with me when I speak
without thinking, and I could not at that particular
moment think on anything to the purpose.
Neither was there time to think, for she passed me
like a snow-flake upon a whirlwind. I marched
into the castle after her, however, calling on her
by name; so the sleepers were awakened, and men
flew to their arms, and there was as much confusion
as if Archibald of Hagenbach had been among
us with sword and pike. And who should come
out of her little bedroom, as much startled and as
much in a bustle as any of us, but Mrs. Anne
herself! And as she protested she had never
left her room that night, why I, Sigismund
Biederman, was made to stand the whole blame,
as if I could prevent people's ghosts from walking.
But I told her my mind when I saw them all so
set against me. 'And, Mistress Anne,' quoth I,
'it's well known the kindred you come of; and,
after this fair notice, if you send any of your
double-gangers<SPAN name="FNanchor_6" id="FNanchor_6" href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</SPAN> [<SPAN href="#ednote_g" name="enanchor_g" id="enanchor_g" ><i>g</i></SPAN>] to me, let them put iron skull-caps
on their heads, for I will give them the
length and weight of a Swiss halberd, come in
what shape they list.' However, they all cried
'Shame on me!' and my father drove me out
again, with as little remorse as if I had been the
old house-dog, which had stolen in from his watch
to the fireside."</p>
<p>The Bernese replied, with an air of coldness
approaching to contempt, "You have slept on your
watch, Sigismund—a high military offence, and
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you have dreamed while you slept. You were in
good luck that the Landamman did not suspect
your negligence, or, instead of being sent back to
your duty like a lazy watch-dog, you might have
been scourged back like a faithless one to your
kennel at Geierstein, as chanced to poor Ernest
for a less matter."</p>
<p>"Ernest has not yet gone back, though," said
Sigismund, "and I think he may pass as far into
Burgundy as we shall do in this journey. I
pray you, however, Hauptman, to treat me not
dog-like, but as a man, and send some one to
relieve me, instead of prating here in the cold
night air. If there be anything to do to-morrow,
as I well guess there may, a mouthful of food,
and a minute of sleep, will be but a fitting preparative,
and I have stood watch here these two
mortal hours."</p>
<p>With that the young giant yawned portentously,
as if to enforce the reasons of his appeal.</p>
<p>"A mouthful and a minute?" said Rudolph,—"a
roasted ox, and a lethargy like that of the
Seven Sleepers, would scarce restore you to the use
of your refreshed and waking senses. But I am
your friend, Sigismund, and you are secure in my
favourable report; you shall be instantly relieved,
that you may sleep, if it be possible, without disturbances
from dreams.—Pass on, young men"
(addressing the others, who by this time had come
up), "and go to your rest. Arthur of England and
I will report to the Landamman and the Banneret
the account of our patrol."</p>
<p>The patrol accordingly entered the castle, and
were soon heard joining their slumbering companions.
Rudolph Donnerhugel seized Arthur's
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arm, and, while they went towards the hall,
whispered in his ear,—</p>
<p>"These are strange passages!—How think you
we should report them to the deputation?"</p>
<p>"That I must refer to yourself," said Arthur;
"you are the captain of our watch. I have done
my duty in telling you what I saw—or thought I
saw—it is for you to judge how far it is fitting to
communicate it to the Landamman; only, as it
concerns the honour of his family, to his ear alone
I think it should be confided."</p>
<p>"I see no occasion for that," said the Bernese,
hastily; "it cannot affect or interest our general
safety. But I may take occasion hereafter to
speak with Anne on this subject."</p>
<p>This latter hint gave as much pain to Arthur as
the general proposal of silence on an affair so delicate
had afforded him satisfaction. But his uneasiness
was of a kind which he felt it necessary
to suppress, and he therefore replied with as much
composure as he could assume:—</p>
<p>"You will act, Sir Hauptman, as your sense of
duty and delicacy shall dictate. For me, I shall
be silent on what you call the strange passages of
the night, rendered doubly wonderful by the report
of Sigismund Biederman."</p>
<p>"And also on what you have seen and heard concerning
our auxiliaries of Berne?" said Rudolph.</p>
<p>"On that I shall certainly be silent," said
Arthur; "unless thus far, that I mean to communicate
to my father the risk of his baggage being
liable to examination and seizure at La Ferette."</p>
<p>"It is needless," said Rudolph; "I will answer
with head and hand for the safety of everything
belonging to him."
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<p>"I thank you in his name," said Arthur; "but
we are peaceful travellers, to whom it must be
much more desirable to avoid a broil than to give
occasion for one, even when secure of coming out
of it triumphantly."</p>
<p>"These are the sentiments of a merchant, but
not of a soldier," said Rudolph, in a cold and
displeased tone; "but the matter is your own,
and you must act in it as you think best. Only
remember, if you go to La Ferette without our
assistance, you hazard both goods and life."</p>
<p>They entered, as he spoke, the apartment of
their fellow-travellers. The companions of their
patrol had already laid themselves down amongst
their sleeping comrades at the lower end of the
room. The Landamman and the Bannerman of
Berne heard Donnerhugel make a report, that his
patrol, both before and after midnight, had been
made in safety, and without any encounter which
expressed either danger or suspicion. The Bernese
then wrapped him in his cloak, and, lying down
on the straw, with that happy indifference to accommodation,
and promptitude to seize the moment
of repose, which is acquired by a life of vigilance
and hardship, was in a few minutes fast asleep.</p>
<p>Arthur remained on foot but a little longer, to
dart an earnest look on the door of Anne of Geierstein's
apartment, and to reflect on the wonderful
occurrences of the evening. But they formed a
chaotic mystery, for which he could see no clue,
and the necessity of holding instant communication
with his father compelled him forcibly to turn
his thoughts in that direction. He was obliged to
observe caution and secrecy in accomplishing his
purpose. For this he laid himself down beside his
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parent, whose couch, with the hospitality which
he had experienced from the beginning of his intercourse
with the kind-hearted Swiss, had been
arranged in what was thought the most convenient
place of the apartment, and somewhat apart from
all others. He slept sound, but awoke at the touch
of his son, who whispered to him in English, for
the greater precaution, that he had important
tidings for his private ear.</p>
<p>"An attack on our post?" said the elder Philipson.
"Must we take to our weapons?"</p>
<p>"Not now," said Arthur; "and I pray of you
not to rise or make alarm—this matter concerns
us alone."</p>
<p>"Tell it instantly, my son," replied his father;
"you speak to one too much used to danger to be
startled at it."</p>
<p>"It is a case for your wisdom to consider," said
Arthur. "I had information, while upon the
patrol, that the Governor of La Ferette will unquestionably
seize upon your baggage and merchandise,
under pretext of levying dues claimed by
the Duke of Burgundy. I have also been informed
that our escort of Swiss youth are determined to
resist this exaction, and conceive themselves possessed
of the numbers and means sufficient to do
so successfully."</p>
<p>"By St. George, that must not be!" said the
elder Philipson. "It would be an evil requital to
the true-hearted Landamman, to give the fiery
Duke a pretext for that war which the excellent
old man is so anxiously desirous to avoid, if it be
possible. Any exactions, however unreasonable, I
will gladly pay. But to have my papers seized on
were utter ruin. I partly feared this, and it made
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me unwilling to join myself to the Landamman's
party. We must now break off from it. This
rapacious governor will not surely lay hands on
the deputation, which seeks his master's court
under protection of the law of nations; but I can
easily see how he might make our presence with
them a pretext for quarrel, which will equally
suit his own avaricious spirit and the humour of
these fiery young men, who are seeking for matter
of offence. This shall not be taken for our sake.
We will separate ourselves from the deputies, and
remain behind till they are passed on. If this De
Hagenbach be not the most unreasonable of men, I
will find a way to content him so far as we are
individually concerned. Meanwhile, I will instantly
wake the Landamman," he said, "and
acquaint him with our purpose."</p>
<p>This was immediately done, for Philipson was
not slow in the execution of his resolutions. In a
minute he was standing by the side of Arnold
Biederman, who, raised on his elbow, was listening
to his communication, while, over the shoulder
of the Landamman, rose the head and long beard
of the deputy from Schwitz, his large clear blue
eyes gleaming from beneath a fur cap, bent on the
Englishman's face, but stealing a glance aside now
and then to mark the impression which what was
said made upon his colleague.</p>
<p>"Good friend and host," said the elder Philipson,
"we have heard for a certainty that our poor
merchandise will be subjected to taxation or seizure
on our passage through La Ferette, and I would
gladly avoid all cause of quarrel, for your sake as
well as our own."</p>
<p>"You do not doubt that we can and will protect
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you?" replied the Landamman. "I tell you,
Englishman, that the guest of a Swiss is as safe
by his side as an eaglet under the wing of its dam;
and to leave us because danger approaches is but a
poor compliment to our courage or constancy. I
am desirous of peace; but not the Duke of Burgundy
himself should wrong a guest of mine, so
far as my power might prevent it."</p>
<p>At this the deputy from Schwitz clenched a fist
like a bull's knuckles, and showed it above the
shoulders of his friend.</p>
<p>"It is even to avoid this, my worthy host,"
replied Philipson, "that I intend to separate from
your friendly company sooner than I desire or purposed.
Bethink you, my brave and worthy host,
you are an ambassador seeking a national peace, I
a trader seeking private gain. War, or quarrels
which may cause war, are alike ruinous to your
purpose and mine. I confess to you frankly, that
I am willing and able to pay a large ransom, and
when you are departed I will negotiate for the
amount. I will abide in the town of Bâle till I
have made fair terms with Archibald de Hagenbach;
and even if he is the avaricious extortioner
you describe him, he will be somewhat moderate
with me rather than run the risk of losing his
booty entirely, by my turning back or taking
another route."</p>
<p>"You speak wisely, Sir Englishman," said the
Landamman; "and I thank you for recalling my
duty to my remembrance. But you must not,
nevertheless, be exposed to danger. So soon as we
move forward, the country will be again open to
the devastations of the Burgundian Riders and
Lanz-knechts, who will sweep the roads in every
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direction. The people of Bâle are unhappily too
timorous to protect you; they would yield you up
upon the Governor's first hint; and for justice or
lenity, you might as well expect it in hell as from
Hagenbach."</p>
<p>"There are conjurations, it is said, that can
make hell itself tremble," said Philipson; "and I
have means to propitiate even this De Hagenbach,
providing I can get to private speech with him.
But I own I can expect nothing from his wild
riders, but to be put to death for the value of my
cloak."</p>
<p>"If that be the case," said the Landamman,
"and if you must needs separate from us, for
which I deny not that you have alleged wise and
worthy reasons, wherefore should you not leave
Graffs-lust two hours before us? The roads will
be safe, as our escort is expected; and you will
probably, if you travel early, find De Hagenbach
sober, and as capable as he ever is of hearing reason—that
is, of perceiving his own interest. But
after his breakfast is washed down with Rhine-wine,
which he drinks every morning before he
hears mass, his fury blinds even his avarice."</p>
<p>"All I want, in order to execute this scheme,"
said Philipson, "is the loan of a mule to carry my
valise, which is packed up with your baggage."</p>
<p>"Take the she-mule," said the Landamman;
"she belongs to my brother here from Schwitz; he
will gladly bestow her on thee."</p>
<p>"If she were worth twenty crowns, and my
comrade Arnold desired me to do so," said the old
whitebeard.</p>
<p>"I will accept her as a loan with gratitude,"
said the Englishman. "But how can you dispense
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with the use of the creature? You have
only one left."</p>
<p>"We can easily supply our want from Bâle,"
said the Landamman. "Nay, we can make this
little delay serve your purpose, Sir Englishman.
I named for our time of departure the first hour
after daybreak; we will postpone it to the second
hour, which will give us enough of time to get a
horse or mule, and you, Sir Philipson, space to
reach La Ferette, where I trust you will have
achieved your business with De Hagenbach to
your contentment, and will join company again
with us as we travel through Burgundy."</p>
<p>"If our mutual objects will permit our travelling
together, worthy Landamman," answered the
merchant, "I shall esteem myself most happy in
becoming the partner of your journey.—And now
resume the repose which I have interrupted."</p>
<p>"God bless you, wise and true-hearted man,"
said the Landamman, rising and embracing the
Englishman. "Should we never meet again, I
will still remember the merchant who neglected
thoughts of gain, that he might keep the path of
wisdom and rectitude. I know not another who
would not have risked the shedding a lake of
blood to save five ounces of gold.—Farewell thou
too, gallant young man. Thou hast learned among
us to keep thy foot firm while on the edge of a
Helvetian crag, but none can teach thee so well as
thy father to keep an upright path among the
morasses and precipices of human life."</p>
<p>He then embraced and took a kind farewell of
his friends, in which, as usual, he was imitated
by his friend of Schwitz, who swept with his long
beard the right and left cheeks of both the Englishmen,
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and again made them heartily welcome
to the use of his mule. All then once more composed
themselves to rest, for the space which
remained before the appearance of the autumnal
dawn.
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