"Forbear, man!" cried the priest."What! draw your weapon in a church, and ye who interrupt this holy sacrament, what means this impiety?""There is no impiety, father," said the burgomaster's servant respectfully."This young man would marry against his father's will, and his father has prayed our burgomaster to deal with him according to the law.Let him deny it if he can.""Is this so, young man?"
Gerard hung his head.
"We take him to Rotterdam to abide the sentence of the Duke."At this Margaret uttered a cry of despair, and the young creatures, who were so happy a moment ago, fell to sobbing in one another's arms so piteously, that the instruments of oppression drew back a step and were ashamed; but one of them that was good-natured stepped up under pretence of separating them, and whispered to Margaret:
"Rotterdam? it is a lie.We but take him to our Stadthouse."They took him away on horseback, on the road to Rotterdam; and, after a dozen halts, and by sly detours, to Tergou.Just outside the town they were met by a rude vehicle covered with canvas.
Gerard was put into this, and about five in the evening was secretly conveyed into the prison of the Stadthouse.He was taken up several flights of stairs and thrust into a small room lighted only by a narrow window, with a vertical iron bar.The whole furniture was a huge oak chest.
Imprisonment in that age was one of the highroads to death.It is horrible in its mildest form; but in those days it implied cold, unbroken solitude, torture, starvation, and often poison.Gerard felt he was in the hands of an enemy.
"Oh, the look that man gave me on the road to Rotterdam.There is more here than my father's wrath.I doubt I shall see no more the light of day." And he kneeled down and commended his soul to God.
Presently he rose and sprang at the iron bar of the window, and clutched it.This enabled him to look out by pressing his knees against the wall.It was but for a minute; but in that minute he saw a sight such as none but a captive can appreciate.
Martin Wittenhaagen's back.
Martin was sitting, quietly fishing in the brook near the Stadthouse.
Gerard sprang again at the window, and whistled.Martin instantly showed that he was watching much harder than fishing.He turned hastily round and saw Gerard - made him a signal, and taking up his line and bow, went quickly off.
Gerard saw by this that his friends were not idle: yet had rather Martin had stayed.The very sight of him was a comfort.He held on, looking at the soldier's retiring form as long as he could, then falling back somewhat heavily.wrenched the rusty iron bar, held only by rusty nails, away from the stone-work just as Ghysbrecht Van Swieten opened the door stealthily behind him.The burgomaster's eye fell instantly on the iron, and then glanced at the window; but he said nothing.The window was a hundred feet from the ground; and if Gerard had a fancy for jumping out, why should he balk it? He brought a brown loaf and a pitcher of water, and set them on the chest in solemn silence.Gerard's first impulse was to brain him with the iron bar and fly down the stairs; but the burgomaster seeing something wicked in his eye.
gave a little cough, and three stout fellows, armed, showed themselves directly at the door.
"My orders are to keep you thus until you shall bind yourself by an oath to leave Margaret Brandt, and return to the Church, to which you have belonged from your cradle.""Death sooner."
"With all my heart." And the burgomaster retired.
Martin went with all speed to Sevenbergen; there he found Margaret pale and agitated, but full of resolution and energy.She was just finishing a letter to the Countess Charolois, appealing to her against the violence and treachery of Ghysbrecht.
"Courage!" cried Martin on entering."I have found him.He is in the haunted tower, right at the top of it.Ay, I know the place:
many a poor fellow has gone up there straight, and come down feet foremost."He then told them how he had looked up and seen Gerard's face at a window that was like a slit in the wall.
"Oh, Martin! how did he look?"
"What mean you? He looked like Gerard Eliassoen.""But was he pale?"
"A little."
"Looked he anxious? Looked he like one doomed?""Nay, nay; as bright as a pewter pot."
"You mock me.Stay! then that must have been at sight of you.He counts on us.Oh, what shall we do? Martin, good friend, take this at once to Rotterdam."Martin held out his hand for the letter.
Peter had sat silent all this time, but pondering, and yet, contrary to custom, keenly attentive to what was going on around him.
"Put not your trust in princes," said he.
"Alas! what else have we to trust in?"
"Knowledge."
"Well-a-day,father! your learning will not serve us here.""How know you that? Wit has been too strong for iron bars ere to-day.
"Ay, father; but nature is stronger than wit, and she is against us.Think of the height! No ladder in Holland might reach him.""I need no ladder; what I need is a gold crown.""Nay, I have money, for that matter.I have nine angels.Gerard gave them me to keep; but what do they avail? The burgomaster will not be bribed to let Gerard free.""What do they avail? Give me but one crown, and the young man shall sup with us this night."Peter spoke so eagerly and confidently, that for a moment Margaret felt hopeful; but she caught Martin's eye dwelling upon him with an expression of benevolent contempt.
"It passes the powers of man's invention," said she, with a deep sigh.
"Invention!" cried the old man."A fig for invention.What need we invention at this time of day? Everything has been said that is to be said, and done that ever will be done.I shall tell you how a Florentine knight was shut up in a tower higher than Gerard's; yet did his faithful squire stand at the tower foot and get him out, with no other engine than that in your hand, Martin, and certain kickshaws I shall buy for a crown."Martin looked at his bow, and turned it round in his hand, and seemed to interrogate it.But the examination left him as incredulous as before.
