Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 1 (of 4)Naubert, Benedikte
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Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 1 (of 4)
Naubert, Benedikte
German fiction -- Translations into English
Convinced, that nothing but the fear of being surprised by the enemy
could have induced the Castle’s inhabitants to observe such obstinate
discretion, we waited for morning with the utmost impatience and
anxiety. Perhaps the enemy might pursue the fugitives hither, and make
himself master of the Castle, before our vassals could be summoned to
its defence? perhaps, it might already have been attacked, and might be
at that very moment in possession of the foe? I had left the Countess of
Mayenfield but ill-protected. My anxiety to rescue my uncle and Count
Ethelbert had induced me to leave no one behind, except our women, the
old seneschal, the warder, and a few domestics.
At break of day we again approached the Castle; we then perceived (what
the extreme darkness of the night had before prevented our discovering)
that the draw-bridge had not been raised. We crost it, and on
approaching the gates had the satisfaction to see them opened for our
admittance by the Seneschal. We were received by the weak old man with
every appearance of alarm: the first questions which were asked on both
sides related to our return unaccompanied, and to the ghastly appearance
of the old man; but neither of us could restrain impatience sufficiently
to give an answer. I hastened into the court yard, anxious to embrace my
friend, and consult with her, what precautions should be taken for our
future safety; but the first thing, which met my eyes on entering, was
an heap of bleeding corses!
I started back in horror, and wished to ask, what dreadful events had
taken place in my absence; but fear and agony choaked my words. Besides,
I was soon summoned to the assistance of Gertrude, at whose feet the
Seneschal (who probably had exhausted his little remaining strength in
opening the gates) had now fallen senseless.
Yet while so many scenes of terror are reserved for my pen, why do I
dwell with such minuteness on the first? I will not describe, how the
whole shocking mystery gradually unfolded itself; I will rather state at
once and briefly the total sum of my misfortune.
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