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
Amalberga’s friends had obtained some intelligence respecting her
present situation. One of Arnold Melthal’s sons, a spirited lad, equally
well adapted to daring enterprise and the winding paths of artifice,
found means to enter the Fortress of Rassburg in disguise, and examine
whether any thing could be attempted towards the rescue of the lady.
During her abode on the banks of the Lake of Thun, her sweetness and
humility of manners; her majestic air accompanied by the condescension
of an angel; the little difference which she seemed to make between
herself and the girls of the village, whom she honoured with the name of
her companions; all these together had made her an universal favourite;
and had not every appearance of a chain been hateful in the eyes of the
sons of Freedom, it would have been easy for Amalberga to have
established herself as the queen of one of the best people that the
earth holds, and to have mounted Helvetia’s throne by general
acclamation.
To an eager desire for rescuing this adored lady from the power of
Landenberg, was now united the wish to gain possession of the strong
Castle of Rassburg; which would secure to Helvetia the success of all
those mighty plans, whose accomplishment still lay concealed within the
bosom of futurity.
Alwyn, Arnold Melthal’s son, when he ventured to approach the fortress
in disguise, was not aware, that his was one of those countenances,
which cannot pass unobserved. Fortunately, the eyes, whose notice he
attracted, were those of one, by whom features like his were seldom
viewed with displeasure. Landenberg happened to be absent, and had left
his fair prisoner to the charge of a female attendant, who had formerly
stood high in his estimation for the sake of her own beauty, and who now
preserved her influence with him by condescending to watch over those,
who were in present possession of that heart, to which she was herself
become indifferent. Well skilled in manly beauty, she no sooner saw
Alwyn pass along with a bucket on his head (for he had obtained entrance
into Rassburg under the disguise of a common water-carrier) than she was
convinced of his being something better, than his dress denoted. She
accosted, and questioned him. His affected simplicity could not deceive
her; and he saw himself compelled either to adopt some artifice, or to
be reduced to that suspicious silence, which in such a situation would
have been scarcely better than a confession of the truth.
—“And so you continue to deny,” continued the girl, “that there is any
secret reason for a man like you being here, habited in a manner to
which, I am certain, you have never been accustomed? Young man, be frank
with me! I should be sorry to give you over to some other questioner,
who might use rough means to obtain an answer, or to order that you
should be kept in custody, till the Governor returns. Then tell me
honestly at once, who you are, and what motive has brought you hither?”—
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