_CHAPTER XLV_.
_A KNAVE'S STRATAGEM_.
"In any case," thought Erwin, "Antonio must be aware of Griffi'spresence at Cluny."
He sent his faithful Gero to the Italian quarter to look for Antonio,but he was not there. "He usually walks in the public square among thestrangers," said the squire; "but I don't know where he has hiddenhimself to-day."
The day passed without any further result, but the next morning Antoniowas announced. The Count received him coldly.
"We can go to Laon at last, my lord Count. Henry the Lion persists inhis designs, even at the risk of being put under the ban of the Empire;and the Duke of Austria has sent a strong escort to accompany theDuchess to her home. It was a prudent measure; for the poor lady wouldhave fared badly if her husband had thought proper to use violence."
"Where did you receive these details?"
"From an old acquaintance who met the Pope's envoy, Galdini Sala, atthe camp."
"Have you no other news?"
"None."
"Did not Pietro Nigri's servant pay you a visit?"
Antonio started, but recovered himself promptly.
"Yes, Cocco Griffi came to see me; but I did not intend to speak of avisit which was not a pleasant one for your Lordship."
"Speak freely; you have nothing to fear."
"I know that, but I dislike to wound those whom I esteem. Pietro Nigrihas sent to request me to meet him on a matter of great importance; foryou must know that we are intimate friends; this ought to suffice you."
"Not at all. Why this invitation, and what is this important business?"
"The accomplishment of a great design."
"Which has reference to Hermengarde?"
"Since you mention her name, I will confess that it has. But composeyourself; nothing is lost yet; as we return to Laon to-morrow, we shallhave time enough to see your betrothed and remind her of her promises."
Erwin grew pale and red by turns, and then became very serious. Turninghis back upon the Italian, he walked towards the window to reflect.
"May I ask," inquired Antonio, after a brief pause, "whether you willleave to-morrow?"
"Leave! and what for?" answered Rechberg, dreamily. "Ah! well,--yes,to-morrow."
And he left Antonio, who soon after might have been seen upon the roadleading from Cluny to the neighboring village. Accustomed to pick upinformation from every source, he approached a man who was going in thesame direction as himself.
"Do you know," said the stranger, "that they wish to capture the personof His Holiness? The Count of Champagne is on his way with a strongparty of knights and varlets to seize and give him up to the Emperor,who will put him to death."
"That is a very likely story, my good man!"
"You think it is an invention of mine, do you?--But I tell you that Isaw him and his daughter Richenza in the village last night."
"With his daughter?" repeated the Italian, looking with stupidamazement at the stranger.
"Yes, with his daughter and a troop of his retainers; but I swear thatthey shall not give the Pope up to Barbarossa. The people will rise inhis defence."
Without listening further to the conversation of the old man, Antoniobegan to reflect over the fact of Richenza's presence at Cluny. Itseemed so strange, so unlikely, that he could attribute it only to thedesigns of the Emperor to enforce the marriage with his cousin, as soonas possible.
When he arrived at the village, Pietro hailed him from a window, and onhis entrance received him with every demonstration of friendship.
"Let me recover a little, my dear Pietro; it is all so extraordinary,that my ideas are somewhat confused."
"What is the matter with you?"
Antonio made no answer.
"Are you mad, Antonio?--Look me in the face! Come!"
"I am undone! I cannot repair what you have compromised. And why didyou tell Hermengarde that Erwin was at Cluny? Your mistake has spoiledeverything."
"Enough, Antonio, enough! I know that I have made a mistake; why thendo you take pleasure in increasing my regrets for it."
"Let me console you, Pietro; the Count of Champagne is expected everymoment."
"What matters that to me?"
"His daughter Richenza is with him; I foresee that the Emperor hasdesigns on young Rechberg."
"Something may be made out of this circumstance," said Pietro.
"Do you think so? your eyes are at last opened to the light? You beginto understand now why I was anxious? My plans have failed! It wasnecessary for Erwin to leave to-morrow to avoid meeting Hermengarde;but now he must remain!"
"What have you decided to do?"
"Ask me no questions, but do as I bid, for I have no confidence in you,friend Pietro; did you speak of me to Hermengarde?"
"No; she only knows that a friend of mine, named Antonio, came herewith me."
"Very well! present me at once, for there is no time to be lost."
They entered a room where two of the retainers were seated at achess-board. Their armor hung upon the wall, and their lances stood ina corner.
"Ubaldo, ask the waiting-woman if your mistress will receive myfriend?" said Pietro to one of the soldiers.
In a few moments the soldier returned with an affirmative reply.
They then proceeded to a sumptuously furnished apartment, whereHermengarde was awaiting them. She rose as they entered, and greetedAntonio with a friendly smile. As she resumed her seat, Hedwige placedtwo chairs for the visitors.
"This is my friend Antonio, noble lady," said Pietro; "he accompaniedCount Rechberg to Cluny, and I had the good fortune to meet him in thestreet."
"I am happy, my lord Pietro, to receive your friend. But what businesshas brought Count Rechberg here?"
"He came with the Duchess of Saxony, who, divorced and banished by herhusband, has sought the Pope's protection.--It was a duty he owed tochivalry," the Italian added, "and the more meritorious that Rechbergtravelled without, or rather against the consent of the Emperor."
"I hope that his generosity will not put him in disfavor withBarbarossa?"
"I am unable to say anything positive on this point; but I imagine thatFrederic will endeavor to preserve the friendship of one who is aboutto be allied to one of the most powerful houses of France."
Hermengarde started.
"From what Rechberg tells me," continued Antonio, "the Count ofChampagne is expected with his daughter to-day. It is possible that theyoung Count will retire with the Countess to her father's estates."
"Can I not see the Count, Antonio?" asked Hermengarde; "he saved myfather's life, and we are under great obligations to him."
"It appears to me rather difficult, noble lady. Women are admittedwithin the convent only once a week, and I doubt that the Count willtarry here long; still, if you so desire, I will inform him of yourwishes."
"I beg you to do so, sir, and as soon as possible."
"I am entirely at your orders, noble lady. But if I mistake not, herecomes the Count of Champagne."
The blast of a trumpet and the clatter of horses, resounded in thestreet. The Count and a numerous retinue was passing along the road,and at a few paces in his rear, Richenza was riding along in a showycostume.
Hermengarde stood motionless, as though her strength was about to failher, but, with a violent effort, she recovered herself, and dismissedher visitors.
"Be kind enough to remember my request, knight," she said to Antonio;"perhaps you can bring me the Count's answer this evening?"
"I repeat, madam, that I am entirely at your command," replied theItalian, bowing himself out of the room.
"I say, my friend, you don't mean to tell him anything, do you?" saidNigri to the other.
"What are you thinking about? I will tell her tomorrow, that the Countwill neither come to her, nor receive her visit. We shall see then whatwill happen. It is a capital joke after all, to lead people about bythe nose in this way! But we must be prepare
d for everything; supposethat Hermengarde meets the German?"
"Then I will put an end to the joke with a single blow!" said Pietro,sullenly.
"Well, that is your lookout, not mine. Expect me here to-morrow," saidAntonio.
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