Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 3 (of 4)Naubert, Benedikte
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Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 3 (of 4)
Naubert, Benedikte
German fiction -- Translations into English
—“I have saved many a vessel,” answered Tell, “in a more desperate
situation than the present; and that which has succeeded with me ten
times before, I trust, will not fail with me now.—As to what you say
about favours, bestow them on those who ask them; I expect mercy from no
one, save from Him under whose hand we all now tremble!”—
Tell was unbound, and the rudder committed to his care. William and
Amabel still remained close by his side, while the rest of the ship’s
company dispersed to their several stations.
Tell’s rudder seemed to command the tempest: he steered confidently
through the foaming waves, and already the companions of his danger
shouted with joy at the certainty of their escape.
—“And what will be the reward of our preserver?” asked one of the most
compassionate among Gessler’s soldiers.
—“What _should_ it be?” answered their leader angrily. “The most he can
lay claim to is a speedy death without being previously tortured; or
perhaps his sentence may be softened into that of eternal
imprisonment.”—
Tell was silent, and cast a despairing look through the dark clouds of
the storm towards the Only-one, from whom he had hopes of assistance!
—“Oh! that I had no one here to tremble for, except myself!” said Tell
to the afflicted Amabel, who knelt beside him after a silence of some
minutes—“how quickly should I be safe from the malice of my enemies!”—
—“And what then would you do?”—
—“The rocks are not lofty! One bold and lucky spring, and I were in
safety!”—
—“Throw me into the waves, father!” cried the boy, “throw me into the
waves, for _I_ am a hindrance to you!”—
At that moment a tremendous flash of lightning illuminated the whole
scene. Tell descried an immense tree at a slight distance growing out of
a rock which they were approaching, and extending its arms far over the
foaming flood—
“Amabel!” cried Tell, “dare you seize a bough of that tree as we pass
under it, suffer the bark to be carried away from you, and cling fast to
the branch, till I have time to come to your assistance?”—
—“I dare! I dare!” cried Amabel in the tone of desperation—“But the
child! Oh! God! the child!”—
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