German fiction -- Translations into English; Holy Roman Empire -- History -- Charles V, 1519-1556 -- Fiction
Besides, he had little time for reflection; scarcely had he hastily
wiped off with the little cloak that lay beside him the blood which
covered the face of the prostrate man than he started back in horror,
for the person who had sought his life was the very one whom he had
honoured with his highest confidence, and had chosen as the teacher and
companion of the wife who was dearer than his own existence.
Some cruel misunderstanding, some pitiable mistake must have been at
work here, and he came upon the right trail speedily enough.
The hapless knight loved Barbara, and had taken him, Luis, for her
betrayer and nocturnal visitor.
Fatal error of the Emperor, whose lamentable consequences were already
beginning!
With sincere repentance for his needlessly violent act of defence, he
bent over the severely injured man. His heart was still beating, but
doubtless on account of the great loss of blood--it throbbed with
alarming weakness. Don Luis also soon found a wound in the skull, which
appeared to be fractured.
If speedy aid was not rendered, the unfortunate man was lost.
Quijada laid Wolf’s head quickly and carefully on his cloak, which he
placed in a roll beneath it, and then hurried to the Red Cock, where
one servant was just opening the door and another was leading out two
horses. The latter was Jan, Wolf’s Netherland servant, who wanted to
water the animals before starting on the journey.
He instantly recognised the nobleman; but the latter had resolved to
keep the poor musician’s attack a secret.
As Jan bowed respectfully to him, he ordered him and the servant of the
Red Cock to leave everything and follow him. He had found a dead man in
the street.
A few minutes after the three were standing at the steps of the house,
before the object of their solicitude.
The groom of the Red Cock, who still held a lantern in his hand, though
dawn was already beginning to glimmer faintly in the east, threw the
light upon the face of the bleeding form, and Jan exclaimed in grief and
terror that the injured man was his master.
The Brabant lad wailed, and the German, who had known the “precentor
cavalier” all his life, joined in the lamentation; but Quijada induced
them both to think only of saving the wounded nobleman.
The old groom, with savage imprecations upon the scoundrels who now
infested their quiet streets, raised the wounded man’s head and told
Jan to lift his feet. Both were familiar with the house, and, while
the servants bore Wolf up the narrow stairs, the proud Spanish grandee
lighted their way with the lantern, supporting the wounded man’s injured
head, with his free hand. At the door of the young knight’s rooms he
told the servants to attend to his needs, and then hurried back to the
Golden Cross.
He found a great bustle prevailing there. Tilted wagons were being
loaded with the regent’s luggage, couriers and servants were rushing to
and fro, and in the courtyard men were currying the horses which were to
be ridden on the journey.
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