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
“To her return to this prison was she indebted for existence. It was
sunk so deep within the earth and so remote from the inhabited parts of
the Convent, that she only had a slight suspicion from different
circumstances, that something unusual was passing above her head. She
was confirmed in this idea by several days elapsing without any
nourishment being brought to her. She was reduced to the greatest
extremity; and hunger would soon have put a period to her sufferings,
when the prison-door was unlocked, and the Abbot entered. A cordial of
great power, which he gave her, restored her strength sufficiently to
enable her at length to comprehend the object of his visit. He first
informed her of the events which had lately taken place, and then
proceeded to propose to her the terms, on which she might obtain her
liberty.
—“It is universally believed,” said he, “that I, as well as the rest of
my Order, have fallen a prey to the flames; I encourage this opinion,
since it enables me with security to quit a profession, for which I am
ill calculated, and which I have always held in detestation. I
acknowledge it, my passion for you has hitherto been such, as you ought
not to have complied with; but I now come to declare sentiments so pure,
that you may safely listen to them without doing the least injury to
your honour. I have rescued the Abbey-treasure from the ruins; I have
also secured such considerable funds in other countries, as will enable
me to support the establishment of a temporal prince in any place which
you may prefer, provided it be one where my person is not known. Nothing
is wanting to complete my happiness, except the possession of your hand,
and I trust, you will not be so blind to your own advantage, as to
reject my honourable suit. But one choice is allowed you; either you
must perish in this dungeon, whose existence is now a secret to every
human being except myself; or else you must take a solemn oath upon the
cross to share my flight from Germany, and become my wife, as soon as we
are safe in some foreign climate. There is no time for deliberation; the
success of my plans depends upon their speedy execution, and you must
instantly and at once pronounce the sentence, which decides both _your_
fate and my own.—I wait your answer.”—
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