“Close the gates,” shouted the maddened Baron. Every one flew at the
word of command, and the great oaken hinges studded with iron, slowly
came together, shutting out the bit of landscape their opening had
discovered. The Baron flung the reins on his charger’s neck, and smote
the animal on the flank, causing it to trot at once to its stable.
“There will be no riding to-day,” he said, his voice ominously lowering.
The stablemen of the castle came forward and led away the horses. The
sixteen knights stood in a group together with Segfried at their head,
waiting with some anxiety on their brows for the next move in the game.
The Baron, his sword drawn in his hand, strode up and down before them,
his brow bent on the ground, evidently struggling to get the master hand
over his own anger. If it came to blows the odds were against him and he
was too shrewd a man to engage himself single-handed in such a contest.
At length the Baron stopped in his walk and looked at the group. He
said, after a pause, in a quiet tone of voice: “Segfried, if you doubt
my courage because I strike to the ground a rascally monk, step forth,
draw thine own good sword, our comrades will see that all is fair
betwixt us, and in this manner you may learn that I fear neither mailed
nor unmailed hand.”
But the knight made no motion to lay his hand upon his sword, nor did
he move from his place. “No one doubts your courage, my Lord,” he said,
“neither is it any reflection on mine that in answer to your challenge
my sword remains in its scabbard. You are our overlord and it is not
meet that our weapons should be raised against you.”
“I am glad that point is firmly fixed in your minds. I thought a moment
since that I would be compelled to uphold the feudal law at the peril
of my own body. But if that comes not in question, no more need be said.
Touching the unarmed, Segfried, if I remember aright you showed no such
squeamishness at our sacking of the Convent of St. Agnes.”
“A woman is a different matter, my Lord,” said Segfried uneasily.
The Baron laughed and so did some of the knights, openly relieved to
find the tension of the situation relaxing.
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