 Chapter 15 of The Swordmaker This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Rita Butros. The Swordmaker by Robert Barr. Chapter 15. Journeys End in Lovers Meeting Rowland slept until the sun was about an hour high over the western hills. He found the captain waiting patiently for him to awake, and then that useful martinet instantly set his crew at tying up the bales which had been torn open, placing them once more in the hold. He was about to do the same with the weapons captured from Firstenburg, but Grussell stepped forward and asked him to put pikes, battle axes, and the long swords into the cabin. Rowland nodded his approval, saying, They may prove useful instruments in case of an attack on the barge. Our own swords are just a trifle short for adding interest to an assault. When once more the hatches were down and the deck clear, supper was served. Shortly after sunset, Rowland told the captain to cast off, directing him to keep to the eastern shore, passing between what might be called the Marine Castle of Falt and the village of Cobb, with the strictest silence he could enjoin upon his crew. Falt stands upon a rock in the Rhine, a short distance up the river from Cobb, while above that village, on the hill behind, are situated the strong square towers of Guttenfels. Don't you intend to pay a call upon Falt's Grafenstein, asked Eberhardt? It is notoriously the most pestilent robber's nest between Mayant and Cologne. Nor, said Rowlandt, on this occasion Falt shall escape. You see, Eberhardt, on our first trip down the Rhine, it is not my intention to fight if I can avoid conflict. The plan which proved successful with the four castles we have visited is impossible so far as Falt's is concerned. If we attempted to enter this water slosh by Seld, we would be discovered by those levying contributions on the barge. There is no cover to conceal us, so I shall give Falt's the go-by, and also Guttenfels, because the latter is not a robber castle but is owned by the Count Palatine, a true gentleman of no thief. The next object of our attention will be Schomburg on the western side of the river near Overwessel. As the grotesque hexagonal bulk of the Falt's, with its numerous jutting corners and turrets, and overall the pentagonal tower appeared dimly in the center of the Rhine, under the clear stars, the captain ordered his men to lie flat on the deck, himself following their example. Rowlandt and his company were already seated in the cabin, and the great barge, lying so low in the water as to be almost invisible with its black paint, floated noiseless as a dream down the swift current. Without this slightest warning came a shock, and every man on the lockers was flung to the floor of the cabin, with cries of dismay, for too well they recognized the preliminary to their disasters of the night before. Rowlandt sprang up on deck and found the boat swinging round broadside to the current, which had swept it so near to the castle that at first it seemed to have struck against one of the outlying rocks. The fantastic form of the Falt's hung over them, looking like some weird building seen in a nightmare, its sharp pointed pinnacles outlined against the starlit sky. The captain, muttering sonorous German oaths, ordered his men to the sweeps, but Rowlandt saw at once that they were too close to the ledge of rock for any chance of escape. He hurried down into the cabin. Every man has sought unfollow me as silently as possible. Up on deck, Rowlandt said to the captain, Let your rows help the chain to bring the barge alongside, but when the robbers appear, pretend to be getting away, although you must instantly obey them when ordered to cease your efforts. The prow of the boat, ground against the solid rock, jammed in between the stout chain and the low cliff. Rowlandt was the first to spring ashore, and the rest nimbly followed him. With every motion of the barge, the bell inside the castle rang, and now they could hear the bestowing of the garrison and clashing of metal, although the single door of the faults had not yet been opened. This door stood six feet above the plateau of rock, and could be entered or quitted only by means of a ladder. Rowlandt led his men to a place of effective concealment along the western wall of the faults, only just in time for as he peered round the corner, his men standing back against the wall to the rear, he saw the flash of torches from the now open door, and the placing of a stout ladder at a steep angle between the threshold and the floor of rock below. Most of the garrison however did not wait for this convenience, but leaped impetuously from doorway to rock. Others slid down the ladder and all rushed headlong towards the barge, which made its presence known by the grinding of its side against the rock, and also by the despairing orders of the captain, and the hurrying footsteps of his men on deck. More leisurely down the ladder came two officers followed by one whom Rowlandt recognized as Lord of the Castle, Foltzgraf Hermann von Stalck, a namesake and relative of the Laughing Baron of Firstenburg, and quite as ruthless a robber as he, cease your efforts at the prow, shouted the Foltzgraf to the captain, when he had descended the ladder, and concentrate your force at the stern, swinging your boat round broadside onto the landing. The captain obeyed and presently the boat lay in such position as the nobleman desired. Now there was a great commotion as at a word from the Foltzgraf, the garrison fell on the barge and began to wrench off the hatches, a task which they well knew how to perform. Follow as quietly as possible, whispered Rowlandt to the two lieutenants behind him, who under their breath passed onward to the men. Rowlandt ran nimbly up the ladder. No guard was set where none had ever been needed before. Grussell was the last to ascend, then the ladder was pulled up, and the massive door swung shut, bolted, and chained. The invaders found torches stuck here and there along the wall, and the picturesque courtyard with its irregular balconies and stairways seemed in the flickering light more spacious than was actually the case. Although for the moment in safety, Rowlandt experienced a sense of imprisonment as he gazed round the narrow limits of this enclosure, he had endeavored to count the number of men who followed the Foltzgraf, but their impetuousity in seeking the barge prevented an accurate estimate, although he knew there was more than double the force that obeyed him, and therefore it would be suicidal to lead his untrained coterie against the seasoned warriors of Stalak. He ordered Grussell to take with him six men and search the castle, bringing into the courtyard whomsoever they might find, also to discover whether any window existed that looked out upon the eastern landing place. The remainder of his men he grouped at the door under command of Eberhardt. I fear, Eberhardt, he said, that I boasted prematurely and thinking good luck would attend me now that I lead what appears to be an obedient following. Here we are in a trap, and unless we can escape through rattles, I admit that I fail to see for the moment how we are to get safely afloat again. We are in better fatal than the Foltzgraf aunt's men outside, returned Eberhardt, because this fortress is doubtless well supplied with provisions, and is considered impregnable. While the Foltzgraf's impetuous chaps who did not know enough to stay in comfortable quarters when they had them, are without shelter and without food, you have certainly done the best you could in the circumstances, and for those circumstances you are free of blame, since not being a wizard you could scarcely know of the chain. Indeed, Eberhardt, it is just in that respect I blame myself, neglecting your own good example who discovered the chain at Forstenberg. This trap is a new invention on so far as I know, has never before been attempted on the Rhine. I might have remembered that Stalak here is casted to the red margrave, who likely has told him of the device. Indeed, the chances are that Stalak himself was the contriver of the chain, for he seems a man of much more craft on the intelligence than that huge laughing animal father up the river. I should have ordered the captain to tie up against the eastern bank, and then send some men in a small boat to learn if the way was clear. No, Eberhardt, I blame myself for this model, and through anxiety to pass the falls I have landed myself under my men within its walls. I must pace this courtyard for a time and ponder what next to do. Go, you Eberhardt, with demand to the door. Allow no talking or noise. Listen intently and report to me if you hear anything. You see, Eberhardt, the devil of it is that Stalak, like his cousin with Cologne, swears allegiance to the Archbishop of Mayans on here am I, after destroying the fife of one Archbishop securely snared in the fife of another. I fear their lordship's next meeting with me will not pass off so amicably as did the last. Next meeting, kind Eberhardt in astonishment, have you ever met the Archbishops? Roland gasped, realizing that his absorption in one subject had nearly caused him to betray his momentous secret. Ah, I remember continued Eberhardt, it was on account of the Archbishop's presence in Bonn that you returned from that town when first you journeyed up the Rhine. Yes, said Roland with relief, it seems to me went on Eberhardt consolingly that even if we may not leave the castle, at least the false grave cannot penetrate into the stronghold, therefore we are safe enough. Not so, Eberhardt replied his chief, the false grave has a barge, remember, and it can carry his whole force to Kobo elsewhere, returning with ample provisions on siege instruments that will batter in the door despite all we can do. Nevertheless, let us keep up our hearts, get you to the gate, Eberhardt, I must have time to think before Grussell returns. Alone with bent head he paced back and forwards across the courtyard under the wavering light of the torches, very speedily he concluded that no plan could be formed until Grussell made his report regarding the intricacies of the castle. My luck is against me, my luck is against me, he said aloud to himself, as if the sound of his own voice might suggest some way out of the difficulty. Luck always turns against a thief on a marauder, so there's sweet and clear voice behind him, on how can it be otherwise when the gallows tree stands at the end of his journey? Roland stopped in his walk and turned abruptly towards the sound, he saw standing there, just descended from the stairway at her back, one quite evidently a lady, not more than eighteen perhaps, but nevertheless with a flash of defiance in her somber eyes which were bent fearlessly upon him. The two entire women accompanying her shrank timorously to the background, palpably panic-stricken and ready to faint with fright. Ah, madam, how came you here? cried Roland, ignoring her insulting words, too much surprised by her beauty of face and form to think of art else. I came here because your bully upstairs hammered out my door and bought me open, which I would not do, defying him to break it down if he had the power. It so happened that he possessed the power and used it. I deeply regret that you should have been disturbed, madam. My lieutenant erred through over zeal, and I asked your pardon for the offense. The girl laughed. Why, sir, you are the politest of pirates, but indeed your lieutenant seems a harsh man. Without even removing his bonnet he commanded me to take myself to the courtyard and report to his chief which obediently I have done. I did not guess that women inhabited this robber's nest. My lieutenant is searching for men in hiding, so please accept my assurance that you will suffer no further annoyance. You are surely not alone in this house? Oh no, her ladyship, the false-graph's wife, entour entourage, have sought shelter in another part of the castle, and presently they will all troop down here. Prisoners to your most ungallant subordinate, that is, should their doors prove no stouter than mine, or if your furious men have not dislocated their shoulders. How came you to be absent from her ladyship's party? Because, obeying pirate captain, I am an unwilling prisoner in this stronghold, being an obstreperous person who will refuse to obey my superiors, though set in authority over me. Consequently, am I amured in this dismal dungeon of the water rats, on thus youthful pirate, I welcome even so red-handed and outlaw as yourself. Then are we, in like case, my lady of midnight beauty, for I too am a prisoner in false graphenstein, and when you came was cogitating some plan of escape. Therefore rebellious maidens, a sword of this red-handed free-booter is most completely at your service, and the speaker once more doft his bonnet with a gallant sweep that caused the plume to kiss the flagstones at his feet, and he bowed low to the brave girl who had shown no fear of him. CHAPTER XVI My lady scatters the free-booters and captures their chief. Grusel appeared on one of the balconies, and called down to his leader. There are, he said, a number of women in the western rooms of the castle. They have bolted their doors, but tell me that the rooms contain the foul gravine von Stalek and other noble ladies with their tire-women. What am I to do? Place a guard in the corridor, Grusel, and make sure that these ladies communicate with no one outside the fortress. I thought it well, explained Grusel, not to break in the doors without definite instructions from you to that effect. Quite right. Tell the ladies we will not molest them. You molested me, cried the handsome girl in the courtyard, her dark eyes flashing in the glow of the torches. This person, said the unemotional Grusel, betraying no eye for beauty, called us every uncomplimentary name she could think of. We were the scum of the earth according to her account. The girl laughed scornfully. But I would not have dislodged her, continued Grusel, unperturbed. Had she not said there was a window in her room which is on the eastern side of the castle, overlooking the operations of the foul's gravine on the barge, and she proclaimed her determination to warn Stalek that his castle was filled with free-booters as soon as she could make her voice heard above the din at the landing. Therefore I broke in the door, ordering her and the tire-women to descend to the courtyard. On examining her room I found there is no such window as she described, and she could not communicate with the count, so I advised that you send her back again. Once more the young lady laughed, and exclaimed, I could not break down the door for myself, so compelled you and your clods to do it. I am a mirrored here, a reluctant captive. You will not have me sent back to my cell, I hope, commander? No, if you really are my fellow prisoner, and not one of the enemy. She may be deluding you also, warned Grusel. I will take the risk of that, replied Roland, smiling at the girl who smiled back at him. She had a will of her own, but seemed sensitively responsive to fair treatment. Are there any men-servants? asked Roland. Only three, and they are tottering with age, replied Grusel. More frightened than the women themselves. Nevertheless, one of the retainers is important, being, as he told me, keeper of the treasure-house. I relieved him of his keys, and find that the strong room is well supplied with bags of gold. It will be the richest hall yet, accepting our two barrels of coin from— Hush, hush! cried Roland. Mention no names. Did you discover any other exit, accepting the door by which we entered? No, but at the northern end there is a window through which a man of ordinary size might pass. It is, however, high above the rocks, and I discern floating in the tide a fleet of small boats. Ah! said Roland. That is important. Taken in conjunction with the gold, most amiable robber suggested the girl. Taken in conjunction with the gold, repeated Roland, smiling again, and added. Taken also in conjunction with the lady, who, if I understand her, wishes to escape from the fowls. You are right, agreed the young girl archly. Do I receive a share of the money? Yes, if you join our band. Oh! she cried, with a pout of feign disappointment. I thought you had already accepted me as a member. And what am I to call my new overlord, who acquires wealth so successfully that he does not wish the amount mentioned, or the place from which it was taken specified? My name is Roland. Will you consent to a fair exchange? I am called Hilda by my friends. Then Hilda, said the young man, looking at her with admiration, I welcome you as one of my lieutenants. One indeed, she exclaimed, with affected indignation, I shall be first lieutenant or nothing. Up to this moment, Herr Joseph Grusel, who so unceremoniously made your acquaintance, has been my chief lieutenant, but I willingly depose him and give you his place. Do you hear that, Joseph? Hilda called up to the man leaning over the balcony. The deposed one made a grimace, but no reply. Set your guard and come down, Grusel. Presently Grusel appeared in the courtyard, followed by four men. I have left two on guard, he said. Right. What have you done with the servants? Tied them up in a hard knot? I found a loft full of ropes. Right again. Take your four men and stand guard at the door. Send Eberhard to me. Before Eberhard arrived, Roland turned to the girl. Retire to your room, he said, and bid your women gather together whatever you wish to carry with you. I'd rather stay where I am, protested Hilda, being anxious to hear what your plans are. I confess I don't know how you can emerge from this castle in safety. Fraulein Hilda, the first duty of a chief lieutenant, is obedience. Refusing that, what will you do? I shall call two of my men, cause you to be transported to your room, and order them to see that you do not leave it again. Remaining here when you have departed? That, of course. You will take the gold, however. Certainly. The gold obeys me, doing what I ask of it. For a few moments the girl stood there, gazing defiance at him. But although a slight smile hovered about his lips, she realized in some subtle way, woman's intuition, perhaps, that he meant what he said. Her eyes lowered, and an expression of peak came on to her pretty face. Then she breathed a long sigh. I shall go to my room, she said very quietly. I will call upon you the moment I have given some instructions to my third lieutenant. You need not trouble, she replied haughtily, speaking, however, as mildly as himself. I remain a prisoner of the Fallsgraph von Stalek, who, though a distinguished pillager like yourself, nevertheless possesses some instincts of a gentleman. With that, the young woman retired slowly up the stairway and disappeared, followed by her two servants. Eberhard, said Roland, when that official appeared, Grusel has discovered a window to the north through which yourself and a number of your men can get down to the rocks with the aid of a cord, and he tells me there is a loft full of ropes. A flotilla of boats is tied up at the lower end of the castle. He has visited the treasury, and finds it well supplied with bags of coin. I intend to effect a junction between those bags and that flotilla. Our position here is quite untenable, for there is probably some secret entrance to this castle that we know nothing of. There are also a number of women within whom we cannot coerce, and must not starve. Truth to tell, I fear them more than I do the ruffians outside. Have any of the men at arms discovered that we pulled up the ladder and closed the door? I think not, for in such case they would return from their pillages, as quickly as did the red margrave when he found his house was ablaze. My opinion is that they are making a clean job of looting the barge. If that is so, our barrels of gold are gone, rendering it the more necessary that we should carry away every cruiser our friend Stalak possesses. Call therefore every man except one from the door. Grusel has the keys, and will lead you to the treasury. Hoist the bags to the north window. While your men are doing this, rave a stout rope so that you may all speedily descend to the rocks, except as many as are necessary to lower the bags. When this is accomplished, Grusel is to report to me from the balcony, and then descend, taking with him the man on guard at the door. A portion men in bags in all the boats but one. That one I shall take charge of. Put Grusel in command of the flotilla, and tell him to convey his fleet as quietly as possible to the eastern shore. Then paddle up in slack water until he is, say, a third of a league above fowls. There he must await my skiff. You will stand by that skiff until I join you. I shall likely be accompanied by three women, so retain the largest and most comfortable of the small boats. Eberhard raised his eyebrows at the mention of the women, but said nothing. Roland went in person to the room occupied by the young woman, and knocked at her door, whereupon it was opened very promptly. Madame, he said, there is opportunity for escape if you care to avail yourself of it. The girl had been seated when he entered, but now she rose, speaking in a voice that was rather tremulous. Sir, I was wrong to disobey you when you had treated me so kindly. I shall therefore punish myself by remaining where I am. In that case, madame, you will punish me as well, and indeed I deserve it, forgetting as I did for the moment that I addressed a lady. If you will give me the pleasure of escorting you, I shall conduct you in safety to whatever place of refuge you wish to reach. Sir, you are most courteous, but I fear my intended destination might take you further afield than would be convenient for you. My time is my own, and nothing could afford me greater gratification than the assurance of your security. Tell me your destination. It is the convent of Nonn and Worth, situated on an island larger than this, near Roland Seck. I shall be happy to convey you, hither. Again, I thank you. It is my desire to join the sisterhood there. Not to become a Nonn, cried Roland, an intonation of disappointment in his voice. Yes, although to this determination my guardian is opposed. Alas! said Roland with a sigh. I confess myself in agreement with him so far as your taking the veil is concerned. Still, imprisonment seems an unduly harsh alternative. The girl's seriousness fled, and she smiled at him. As you have had some experience of my obstinacy, and proposed an even harsher remedy than that, ah, you forget, interrupted Roland, that I apologize for my lack of manners. I hope during our journey to Nonn and Worth I may earn complete forgiveness. Oh, you are forgiven already, which is magnanimous of me, when you recollect that the fault was wholly my own. I will join you in the courtyard at once, if I may. Very well, I shall be down there after I have given final instructions to my men. Roland arrived at the north window, and saw that the flotilla had already departed. He could discern Eberhard standing with his hand on the prow of the remaining boat, so pulled up the rope, untied it from the ring to which it was fastened, and threw it down to his lieutenant. A rope is always useful, he whispered, and we will puzzle the good false-graph regarding our exit. In the courtyard he found the three women awaiting him. Quietly he drew back the heavy bolts, and undid the stout chains. Holding the door slightly ajar, he peered out at the scene on the landing, brightly illuminated by numerous torches which the servants held aloft. The men at arms were enjoying themselves hugely, and the great heap of bales already on the rocks showed that they resolved not to leave even one package on the barge. The fact that they stood in the light prevented their seeing the exit of the quartet from the castle, even had any been on the outlook. Roland swung the door wide, placed the ladder in exactly the same position it had formally occupied, assisted the three women to the ground, and then led them round the western side of the castle through the darkness to Eberhard and his skiff. Dipping their paddles with great caution, they kept well out of the torchlight radius. As they left the shadow of the castle, and came within sight of the party on the landing, they were somewhat startled by a lusty cheer. Ah! said Eberhard. They have discovered our barrels of gold. It is very likely, replied Roland. Still added Eberhard consolingly. I think we have made a good exchange. There appears to be more money in Stalix bags than in our two barrels. By the three kings, cried Roland, staring upstream, the barge is getting away. They have looted her completely, and are giving her a parting salute. The robbers evidently bear no malice against our popular captain. Hear them inviting him to call again. They listened to the rattle of the big chain. It was more amenable than that at Firstenburg, confirming Roland in his belief that Stalix was the inventor of the device. They saw half a dozen men paying out a robe, while the first section of the chain sank, leaving a passageway for the barge. Silo added against the torchlight, the boatmen were getting ready with their sweeps, prepared to dip them into the water as soon as the vessel got clear of the rocky island. We will paddle alongside before they begin to row, said Roland, and Captain Blumenfels was gently hailed from the river, much to his astonishment. Make for the eastern bank, Captain, whispered Roland, and keep a lookout ahead for a number of small boats like this. Presently, rowing up the river strenuously, close to the shore, the barge came upon the flotilla. Here, Roland bade Hilda remain where she was, and, leaving Eberhard in charge of the skiff, he clambered up on the barge, ordering Grusel to arrange his boats alongside and fling aboard the treasure. Well, Captain, did his excellency of fouls leave you anything at all? Not a rag, replied the Captain. The barge is empty as a drum. In that case there is nothing for it but a speedy return to Frankfurt. I do not regret the cloth, which has been paid for over and over again, but I am mercenary enough to grudge Stalik our two barrels of gold. Oh, as to the gold, replied the Captain gravely, I took the liberty of reversing your plan at Lorck. What plan? Your honour poured the gold into wine barrels, but I poured the red wine of Lorck into the gold barrels, and threw the empty cask overboard. Perhaps you know that the Falsgraf grows excellent white wine round his castle of Stalik, and despises the red wine of Lorck and Ostman's house. He tasted the wine, which had not been improved by being poured into the dirty gold barrels, spat it out with an oath, and said we were welcome to keep it. He has also promised to send me a cask of good white wine to Frankfurt. Captain, despite your quiet, unassuming manner, you are the most ingenious of men. Indeed, but I copied your honour's ingenuity. However it happened, you saved the gold, and that action alone will make a rich man of you, for you must accept my third share of the money. By this time the bags had been heaved aboard. Grusel followed them, and stood ready to receive further orders. You will all make for Frankfurt, said Roland, keeping close as possible to this side of the river. No man is to be allowed ashore until you reach the capital. Captain, are there provisions enough aboard for the voyage? Yes, your honour. Very well. Put every available person at the oars, and get past Firstenburg before daybreak. My men, who have not had an opportunity to distinguish themselves as warriors, will take their turn at the sweeps. You and Eberhard, he continued, turning to Grusel, will employ the time in counting the money and making a fair division. With regard to the two barrels, the captain will receive my third share, and also be one of us in the apportionment of the gold we secured tonight. It was through his thoughtfulness that the barrels were saved. Whatever portion you find me entitled to, place in the keeping of the merchant, Ergobel. And now I shall tie four bags to my belt for emergencies. Are you not coming with us, Roland? asked Grusel anxiously. No, urgent business requires my presence in the neighbourhood of Bonne, but I shall meet you in the Kaiser cellar before a month is out. Saying this, he shook hands with the captain in Grusel, and descended into the small boat, bidding farewell to Eberhard. Urge them, were his last words, to get well out of sight of Fowles and Firstenburg before the day breaks, and as for the small boats, turn them loose, present them as a peace offering to the Rhine. In the darkness, Prince Roland allowed his frail bark to float down the stream, using his paddle merely to keep it toward the east, so to avoid the chain. He found himself accompanied by a silent spectral fleet, the empty boats that his men had set adrift. To all appearance this little squadron lay motionless, while the dim castle of Fowles, with its score of pointed turrets, piercing a less dark sky, seemed like a great ship moving slowly up the Rhine. When it had disappeared to the south, Roland ventured to speak in a low voice. Madam, he said, tell your women so to arrange what extra apparel you have brought to form a couch, where you may recline, and sleep for the rest of the night. Captain Roland, she replied, her gentle little laugh floating with so musical accadence athwart the waters that he found himself regretting such a sweet voice should be kept from the world by the unappreciative walls of a convent. Captain Roland, I was never more awake than I am at this moment. Life has somehow become unexpectedly interesting. I experience the deliciously guilty feeling of belonging to a stealthy society of Bandidi. Do not, I beg you, deprive me of that pleasure by asking me to sleep. In the morning, madam, there will be little opportunity for rest. We must put all the distance we can between ourselves and the Fowles-Graft Von Stalich. I expect you to ride far and fast tomorrow. Do you intend, then, to abandon this boat? I must, madam. The river has been long so empty that this flotilla, which I cannot shake off, being unaccustomed to oars or paddle, will attract attention from both sides of the Rhine, and when the darkness lifts, we are almost certain to be stopped. The boats will be recognized as belonging to the Fowles-Graft, and I wish to sever all connection between this night's work and my own future. What, then, do you propose? As soon as day breaks, we will come to land, and allow our boat to float away with the rest. Can you walk? I love walking, cried the girl with enthusiasm. I ask your pity for myself, and mirrored in that windowless dungeon, situated on a tiny point of rock. I, who have roamed the hills and explored the valleys of my own land on foot, breathing the air of freedom with delight. Let me, therefore, I beg of you, remain awake that I may taste the pleasure of anticipation in my thoughts, or as such a wish disobedience on the part of your first lieutenant. I do not mean it so, and I will quietly cry myself to sleep if you insist. Indeed, Hilda, said Rowland, laughing, and abandoning the more formal title of madam. I am no such tyrant as you suppose. Besides, your office of first lieutenant has lapsed, because our men have all gone south while we travel north. Then may I talk with you? Nothing would please me better. I was thinking of your own welfare, and not of my desire, when I counseled slumber. Oh, I assure you, I slept very well during the first part of the night, for, there being nothing else to do, I went to bed early, and was quite unconscious until the dreadful ringing of that alarm bell, which set the whole castle astir. Why were you imprisoned? Because, because, she replied haltingly. I had chosen the religious life, the which my guardian opposed. He appeared to think that some experience of the rigors of the convent might make me less eager to admire myself in a nunnery, which, like Fowle's castle, is also on a restricted island. Then his remedy has proved unavailing? Quite. The sisters will be very good to me, for I shall enrich their convent with my wealth. It will be vastly different from incarceration in Fowle's. Hilda, I doubt that. Captivity is captivity, under whatever name you term it. I cannot understand why one who spoke so enthusiastically just now of hills and valleys and liberty should take the irrevocable step which you propose, a step that will rob you forever of those joys. The girl remained silent, and he went on, speaking earnestly. I think in one respect you are like myself. You love the murmur of the trees and the song of the running stream. I do, I do, she whispered, as if to herself. The air that blows around the mountaintop inspires you, and you cannot view the hills on the horizon without wishing to explore them and learn what is on the other side. There was light enough for him to see that the girl's head sank into her open head. You, I take it, have never been restricted by discipline. Her head came up quickly. You think that because of what I said in the courtyard? No, my mind was running towards the future rather than to the past. The rigor of strict rules would prove as irksome to you as would a cage to a free bird of the forest. I fear you are in the right, she said with a sigh, and then impatiently. Oh, you do not understand the situation, and I cannot explain. The convent is merely a retreat for me, the lesser of two evils presented. You spoke of your land, where is that land? Do you know the schloss saying? She asked, saying, saying, he repeated. Where have I heard that name before, and recently too? I thought I knew every castle on the Rhine, but I do not remember saying. The girl laughed. You will find no fellow craftsman there, pirate Roland, if ever you visit it. The schloss is not on the Rhine, and perhaps on that account, rather than because of its owner's honesty, is free from the taint you suggest. It stands high in the valley of the Seinebach, more than half a league from this river. Ah, that accounts for my ignorance. I never saw Seine Castle, although I seem to have heard of it. Are you its owner? Yes, I told you I was wealthy. Where is the schloss situated? Below Koblenz, on the eastern side of the river. Then why not let me take you there instead of to the convent? Willingly, if you had brought your barge load of our men, but in Seine Castle I am helpless, commanding a peaceful retinue of servants who, although devoted to me, are useless when it comes to defense. I cannot account for it, said Roland in meditative tone. But the thought of that convent becomes more and more distasteful. You will be free of your guardian, no doubt, but you merely exchange one whom you know for another whom you don't, and that other a member of your own sex. Do you disparage my sex, then? No, but I cannot imagine any man being discourteous to you. Surely every gentleman with a sword by his side should spring at once to your defense. The girl laughed. Ah, Captain Roland, you are very young, and I fear inexperienced, despite your filibustering. However, this lovely still summer night, with its warm, velvety darkness, was made for pleasant thoughts. Enough about myself. Let me hear something of you. Did you come up the river or down with your barge? We came down. How long since you adopted a career of crime? You do not seem to be a hardened villain. Believe me, protested Roland earnestly. I am not, and I do not admit that my career is one of crime. Indeed, said the girl, laughing again, I am not so gullible as you think. I could almost fancy that you were the incendiary of Firstenburg Castle. What? exclaimed Roland in consternation. How came you to learn of its destruction? There, cried the girl gleefully, you have all but confessed. You are as startled as if I had said, I arrest you in the name of the Emperor. Who told you that Firstenburg Castle was burned? demanded the young man sternly. Yesterday morning there came swiftly down the river, with no less than twelve oarsmen, a long thin boat, traveling like the wind. It did not pause at vows, but the man standing in the stern hailed the castle, and shouted to the falls-graph that Firstenburg had been burned by the outlaws of the Hunsruck. He was on his way to Bond to inform the Archbishop of Cologne, and he carried also imperial news for his lordship, tidings that the Emperor is dead. Dead, breathed Roland in horror, scarcely above his breath. The Emperor dead, I wonder if that can be true. Little matter whether it is true or no, said the girl indifferently. He doubtless passed away in a drunken sleep, and I am told his drunken son will be elected in his place. Madam, said Roland harshly, awakened from his stupor by her words, I must inform your ignorance that the Emperor's son is not a drunkard, and indeed scarcely touches wine at all, being a most strenuous opposer to its misuse. How can one so fair, and, as I believed so honest, repeat such unfounded slander? Are you a partisan of his? I come from Frankfurt, have seen the Prince, and know I speak the truth. Ah, well, replied the girl lightly. You and I will not quarrel over his highness. I accept your amendment, and will never more bear false witness against him. After all, it makes slight difference one way or the other. An Emperor goes, and an Emperor is elected in his place, as powerless as his predecessor. Tis the Archbishops who rule. You seem well versed in politics, madam. The girl leaned forward to him. Do not, madam, me. I beg of you, Roland. I dare say rumour has prejudiced me against the young man, but I have promised not to speak slidingly of him again. I wish this veil of darkness was lifted, that I might see your face, to note the effect of anger. Do you know, I am disappointed in you, Roland. You spoke in such level tones in the courtyard, that I thought anger was foreign to your nature. I am not angry, said Roland gruffly, but I detest malicious gossip. Oh, so do I, so do I. I spoke thoughtlessly. I will kneel to the new Emperor and beg his pardon, if you insist. Roland remained silent, and for a time they floated thus down the river, she trailing her fingers in the water, which made a pleasant ripple against them, looking up at him now and then. Perceptibly the darkness was thinning. One seemed to smell mourning in the air. A bird piped dreamily in the forest at intervals, as if only half awakened. The two women reclining in the prowl were sound asleep. Roland picked up the paddle, and with a strong sweeping stroke turned the head of the boat towards the land. Now she could see his lowering brow, and if the sight of it pleased her, it was not manifested in her next remark. She took her hand from the water, drew herself up proudly and said, I shall not apologize to you again, and I hate your blameless prince. Madam, I ask for no apology, and whether you hate or like the prince matters nothing to me, or I daresay, to him either. Cannot you even allow a woman her privilege of the last word? She cried indignantly. Roland's brow cleared, and a smile came to his lips, as he remained silent, thus bestowing upon her the prerogative that she seemed to crave. He'll delay back in the prowl of the boat between her sleeping women, with hands clasped behind her head and her eyes closed. More and more the light increased, and sturdily with his paddle, Roland propelled the boat toward the shore, bringing it alongside the low bank at last. He sprang out on the turf, and with the paddle in one hand held the boat to land with the other. We are here now, he said, a short distance above St. Gordhausen, where I hope to purchase horses. Will you kindly disembark? The girl, without moving or opening her eyes, said quietly, Please throw the paddle in the boat again. I shall make for none in worth in this craft, which is more comfortable than a saddle. The paddle came rattling down upon the bottom of the skiff. Roland stooped, and before she knew what he was about, took Hilda in his arms, lifted her ashore, and laid her carefully on the grass. Come, he cried to the newly awakened serving women, tumble out of that without further delay, and they obeyed him in haste. He stepped into the skiff, flung their belongings onto the sword, turned the prowl to the west, and, leaping ashore, bestowed a kick upon the boat that impelled it like an arrow far out into the stream. Hilda was standing on her feet now, speechless with indignation. Come along, urged Roland cheerfully. Breakfast awaits us when we earn it. But seeing that she made no move, the frown furrowed his brow again. Madam, he said, I tell you frankly that to be thwarted by Patulence annoys me. It happens that time is of the utmost importance until we are much farther from fowls. If you think that the ownership of wealth and a castle gives you the right to flout a plain ordinary man, you take a mistaken view of things. I care nothing for your castle or for your wealth. You may be a lady of title for odd, I know, but even that does not impress me. We must not stand here like two quarrelsome children. I will conduct you to the Adler Inn in St. Gordhausen, where I know from experience you will be taken care of. I shall then purchase four horses, and return to the inn after you have breakfasted. Three of these horses are at your disposal, also the fourth and myself, if you will condescend to make use of us. If not, I shall ask you to accept what money you need for your journey, so that you may travel north unmolested, while I make my way in the other direction. How can I repay the money, she demanded, if I do not know who and what you are? I shall send for it, either to your castle of Sain, or the convent of Nonanworth. You need be under no obligation to me. But, cried the girl with a sob, I am already under obligation to you, an obligation which I cannot repay. Oh yes, you can. How? By coming with me, who will persuade you as readily as you did with your guardian, who coerced you. I am an ungrateful simpleton, she murmured. Of course your way is the right one, and I am quite helpless if you desert me. There, cried Roland with enthusiasm, you have more than repaid whatever you may owe. After breakfasting at St. Gorehausen and purchasing the horses, they journeyed down the rough road that extended along the right bank of the Rhine. Roland and Hilda rode side by side, the other two following some distance to the rear. The young man maintained a gloomy silence, and the girl, misapprehending his thoughts, remained silent also, with downcast eyes, seeing nothing of the beautiful scenery they were passing. Every now and then Roland cast a side-long glance at her, and his melancholy deepened as he remembered how heedlessly he had pledged his word to the three archbishop's regarding his marriage. I see, she said at last, that I have offended you more seriously than I feared. No, no, he assured her. There is a burden that I cannot cast from my mind. May I know what it is? I dare not tell you, Hilda. I have been a fool. I am in the position of a man who must break his oath and live dishonored, or keep it and remain forever unhappy. Which would you do, were you in my place? Once given, I should keep my oath, she replied promptly, unless those who accepted it would release me. Roland shook his head. They will not release me, he said, dullfully. Again they rode together in silence, content to be near each other, despite the young man's alternations of elation and despair. T'was, all in all, a long summer's day of sweet unhappiness for each. One of Roland's reasons for choosing the right bank of the Rhine was to avoid the important city of Koblenz, with its inevitable questioning, and it was late afternoon when they saw this town on the farther shore, passing it without hindrance. You will rest this night, she said, in my castle of Sane, and then, as time is pressing, tomorrow you must return. We have met no interference even by this dangerous route, and I shall make my way alone without fear to Nonanworth, for I know you are anxious to be in Frankfurt once more. I swear to you, Hilda, that if, without breaking my oath, I should never see Frankfurt again, I would be the most joyous of men. Does your oath relate to Frankfurt? My oath relates to a woman, he said shortly. Ah, she breathed, then you must keep it. And so they fell into silence and unhappiness again. She had talked of security on the road they traversed, but turning a corner north of Vallander, they speedily found that a Rhine road is never safe. Both reigned in their horses as if moved by the same impulse, but to retreat now would simply draw pursuit upon them. Mounted on a splendid white charger, gorgeous with trappings, glittering with silver and gold, rode a dignified man in the outdoor habit of a general in times of peace. Following him came an escort of two-score horsemen. They were in full panoply of war, and behind them, on foot, in procession extending like a gigantic snake down the Rhine road, an army of at least three thousand men, the setting sun flashing fire from the points of their spears. Here and there, down the Rhine, floated above them silken flags, and Roland recognized the device on the foremost one. God, he shouted in dismay, the archbishop of Clone. The girl uttered a little frightened cry, and edged her horse nearer to that of her escort. My guardian, my guardian, she breathed. I shall be re-arrested. Seeing them standing as if stricken to stone, two horsemen detached themselves from the cavalry and galloped forward. Make way there, you fools, cried the leader. Get ye to the side, into the river where ye like, out of the path of my lord the archbishop. Nevertheless, Roland stood his ground, and dared even to frown at the officers of his lordship. Stand aside, you, he commanded in a tone of mastery, and do not venture to intrude between the archbishop and me. The rider knew that no man who valued his head would dare use such language in the very presence of the archbishop, unless he were the highest in the land. His dignified lordship looked up to see the cause of this interruption, and of these angry words. First came into his face an expression of amazement. Then a smile melted the stern lips, as he looked on Roland and recognized him. The impetuous horsemen faded away to the background. There was no answering smile on Roland's face. He reached out and clasped the hand of the girl. Now by the three kings, he whispered, I shall break my oath. He held a glance up at him, frightened by his vehemence, wincing under his iron grass. An unexpected sound interrupted the tension. The archbishop had come to a stand, and HALT! HALT! HALT! rang out word along the line of men, whose feet ceased to stir the dust of the road. The unexpected sound was that of hardy laughter from the dignified and mighty prince of the church. Forgive me, your highness, he cried. But I laughed to think of the countenances of my somber brothers, Trevis and Mayans, when they learned how sturdily you have kept your word with them. By the true cross, Prince Roland, although we wished you to marry her, we had no thought that you would break into the castle of Fowles to win her hand. Ah, dear, what a pity tis we grow old. The impetuousness of youth outweighs the calculated wisdom of the three greatest prelates outside Rome. Judging by your fair face, and I have always held it to be beautiful, remember? You, Hildegunde Loretta Priscilla Agnes, Countess of Sain, are not moving northward to Non-Enworth. I always insisted that the Salhoff at Frankfurt was a more cheerful edifice than any nunnery on the Rhine, yet you never turned upon me such a glance of confidence as I see you bestow on your future emperor. I hope, my lord and guardian, cried the girl, that I have met you in time to deflect your course to my castle of Sain. Sweet Countess, I thank you for the invitation. My men can go on to their camp in the stronghold of my brother of Mayans, Schloss Martensburg, and I shall gladly return with you to the hospitable hearth of Sain. Indeed, said the archbishop, lowering his voice, I shall feel safer there than in enjoying the hospitality I had intended to accept. Are you not surprised to meet me? asked the lady with a laugh, adjusting words and manner to the new situation, which she more quickly comprehended than did her companion, who glanced with bewilderment from Countess to Prelate and back again. The archbishop waved his hand. Nothing you could do would surprise me, since your interview with the court of archbishops. I am on my way to Frankfurt. Then, more seriously, to Prince Roland. You heard of your father's death? I learned of it only this morning, my lord. I shall return to Frankfurt when I am assured that this gentlewoman is in a place of safety. Ah, Countess, there will be no lack of safety now. But will you not ease an old man's conscience by admitting he was in the right? The Countess looked up at Roland with a smile. Yes, dear guardian, she said. You were in the right. Recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Rick Veena. The Sword Maker. By Robert Barr. Chapter 17. For the Empress. And not for the Empire. While the long line of troops stood at Salute in single file, the Archbishop turned his horse to the north, and rode past his regiments, followed by the Countess and Roland. His lordship was accompanied to the end of the ranks by his general, who received final instructions regarding the march. You will encamp for the night, not at Schloss Martensburg, as I had intended, but a league or two up the lawn. Tomorrow morning, continue your march along the lawn, as far as Limburg, and there await my arrival. We will enter Frankfurt by the north gate, instead of from the west. The Archbishop sat on his horse for some minutes, watching the departing force, then called Roland to his right hand, and hildegond to his left, and thus the three set out on the short journey to Säen. Your Highness began the Archbishop. I find myself in a position of some embarrassment. I think explanations are due to me from you both. Here I ride between two escaped prisoners, and I travel away from, instead of, towards their respective dungeons. My plain duty on encountering you was to place you in custody of a sufficient guard, marching you separately, the one to falls, and the other to Ehrenfels. Having accomplished this, I should report the case to my two colleagues, yet here am I actually compounding a misdemeanor, and assisting prisoners to escape. My Lord spoke up Roland. I am quite satisfied that my own imprisonment has been illegal, therefore I make no apology for circumventing it. Before entering upon any explanation, I ask enlightenment regarding the detention of my Lady of Säen. Am I right in surmising that she, like myself, was placed under arrest by the three Archbishops? Yes, Your Highness, on what charge, high treason, against whom? There was a pause, during which the Archbishop did not reply. I need not have asked such a question, resumed Prince, for high treason can relate only to the Monarch. In what measure has her Ladyship encroached upon the prerogative of the Emperor? Your Highness forgets that there is such a thing as treason against the State. Are not members of the nobility privileged in this matter? They cannot be, for the State is greater than any individual. I shall make a note of that, my Lord of Cologne. I believe you are in the right, and I hope so, during my lonely incarceration. The Prince laughed a little. I have studied the condition of the State, arriving at the conclusion that the greatest traitors in our land are the three Archbishops, who, arrogating to themselves power that should belong to the Crown, did not use that power for suppressing those other treason mongers, the barons of the Rhine. What would you have us do with them? You should disarm them. You should exact restitution of their illegally one wealth. You should open the Rhine to honest commerce. That is easy to enunciate and difficult to perform. If the castles were disarmed, especially those on the left bank, a great injustice would be done that might lead to the extinction of many noble families. Why, the forests of Germany are filled with desperate outlaws who respect neither life nor property. I myself have suffered but recently from their depredations. In broad daylight, an irresistible band of these Ruffians descended upon and captured the supposed impregnable castle of Rheinstein, shamefully maltreating Baron Hugo von Hohenfeld's, tying him motionless and nearly strangling him with stout ropes, after which the scoundrels robbed him of every steveur he possessed. The following midnight, but one they descended on firstenberg, a thief of my own, and not contenting themselves with robbery, brought red ruin on the Margrave by burning his castle to the ground. My lord, red ruin and the red Margrave were made for each other. It was the justice of God that they should meet. The young man raised aloft his sword arm, shaking his clenched fist at the sky. That hand held the torch that fired firstenberg. The castle was taken and burned by three sword-makers from Frankfurt, who never saw the Hunsruck or the outlaws thereof. The archbishop reigned in his horse and looked at the excited young man with amazement. You fired firstenberg. Yes, and effectively, my lord, I shall rebuild it for you, but the red Margrave I shall hang as my predecessor Rudolph did his ancestor. An expression of sternness hardened the archbishop's face. Sir, he said, I regret to hear you speak like this, and your safety lies in the fact that I do not believe a word of it. Even so, such wild words fill me with this pleasure. I beg to remind you that the election of an emperor has not yet taken place, and I, for one, am likely to reconsider my decision. Still, as I said, I do not believe a word of your absurd tale. I believe every syllable of it cried the countess with enthusiasm, and glory that there is a mind brave enough, and a hand obedient to it, to smoke out a robber and a murderer. The tension this astonishing revelation caused was relieved by a laugh from the archbishop. My dear Hildegund, you are forgetting your own ancestors. I venture that no woman of the house of Saiyan talked thus when the emperor Rudolph marched Count von Saiyan to the scaffold. You would probably sing another song if asked to restore the millions amassed by Henry III of Saiyan and his successors, all accumulated by robbery, as cruel as any that the red margrave has perpetrated. My lord, said the countess proudly, You had no need to ask that question, for you knew the answer to it before you spoke. Every taller I control shall be handed over to Prince Rowland to be used for the regeneration of his country. Again the archbishop laughed. Surely I knew that, my dear, and I should not have said what I did. I suppose you will not allow me to vote against his highness at the coming election. Indeed, you shall vote enthusiastically for him, because you know in your own heart he is the man Germany needs. Was there ever such a change of front? cried the archbishop. Why, my dear, the charges you so hotly made against his highness are as nothing to what he has himself confessed. Yet now he is the savior of Germany, when previously. Ah, well I must not play the tale-bearer. Prince Rowland cried the girl. My kinsman, father Ambrose, said he met you in Frankfurt, although now I believe him to have been mistaken. Oh no, I encountered the good father on the bridge. There now exclaimed the archbishop. What do you say to that, my lady? She seemed perplexed by the admission, but quickly replied to his lordship. T'was you, said that could not be, as he was a close prisoner in Ehrenfels. She continued, addressing the prince. Father Ambrose asserted that you were a companion of drinkers and brawlers in a low wine cellar of Frankfurt. Quite true, a score of them. The girl became more and more perplexed. Did you imprison father Ambrose? Yes, in the lowest wine cellar, but only for a day or two. I am very sorry, madam, but it was a stern necessity of war. He was meddling with affairs he knew nothing of, and there was no time for explanations. He, a man of peace, would not have sanctioned what there was to do, even if I had explained. He says, continued the girl, that he saw you rob a merchant of a bag of gold. That is untrue, cried the prince. My dear Hildegund, what is the robbing of a bag of gold from a merchant, when he admits having stolen gold by the castle-fall? I robbed no merchant, protested the prince. How could father Ambrose make such a statement? He mounted an outside stairway on the far goss, and through lighted windows on the opposite side saw you place the point of your sword at the throat of an unarmed merchant, and take from him a bag of gold. Roland, whose brow had been knitted into an angry frown, now threw back his head and laughed joyously. Oh, that was a mere frolic, he alleged. It was the girl's turn to frown. When you took stolen treasure from thievish barons and margraves, protected by scores of armed men with the object of breaking their power for the relief of commerce, I admired you, but to say that the dispoiling of a helpless merchant is a frolic. No, no, my dear, you do not understand, eagerly corrected the prince, unconscious of the affectionate phrase that caused a flush to rise in the cheeks of his listener. The merchant was, and is my partner, a blameless man, Ur-Gogol, who came near to being hanged on my behalf when these archbishops took me captive. I sought from him a thousand tollers. He insisted on learning my plans for opening the Rhine, and still would not give the money until reluctantly I was obliged to confess myself son of the Emperor. This he could not credit, stipulating that before giving the money I must produce for him a safe conduct signed by the Emperor and verified by the great seal of the Empire. This document I obtained at dire personal risk, through the aid of my mother. Here it is. He thrust his hand into his doublet and produced the parchment in question, delivering it to the lady, who, however, did not unfold it, but kept her eyes fixed upon him. This distrust annoyed me. It should not have done so, for he was merely acting in the cautious manner natural to a merchant. With a boyishness I now regret I put my sword to his throat, demanding the money, which I received. I took only half of it, for my mother had given me five hundred tollers. Oh, no! I did not rob my friend, Gobol, but merely tried to teach him that lack of faith is a dangerous thing. If the old man who listened could have exchanged confidences with the young woman who listened, he would have learned they shared the same thought, which was that the young Prince spoke so straightforwardly, neither doubted him for a moment. The old man, it is true, felt that his talk was rather reckless of consequences, but on the other hand, this in itself was complementary. For, as he remembered, the Prince had been cautious enough when cataclyzed by the three archbishops together. I have often read, said Cologne, with a smile, pathetic accounts of prisoners who in extreme loneliness carved their names over and over again on stone as hard as the jailer's heart. But your highness seems rather to have enjoyed yourself while so cruelly interned. May I further beg of you to enlighten us concerning a somewhat bibulous youth, who at the present moment is enjoying, in every sense of the word, the hospitality of Ehrenfeld's castle. It was now the archbishop's turn to astonish the Prince. He knew of my device, then. Knew is a little too strong. Suspect more nearly fits the case. You won over your jailer, and someone else took your place as prisoner. Yes, a young man to whom I owe small thanks, and with whom I have an account to settle. He is son of the custodian, and thanks he has us both under his thumb. Heinrich drinks as if he were a fish or a baron, but I shall cure him of that habit before it becomes firmly established. Am I correct in assuming that you found your liberty only after your interview with the three electors? Oh, bless you, no. I was free months before that time. Indeed, it is only since then that my substitute is practically useless. Heinrich might have passed for me at a pinch, but only because neither you nor your colleagues had seen me. I have kept him under lock and key ever since, because I dare not allow him abroad until the election has taken place. I see. A very wise precaution. Well, your Highness, I shall say nothing of what you tell me. Furthermore, I still promise you my vote. That is, if you will obey my orders until you are elected emperor. I foresee we are not going to have the easy time with you that was anticipated, but this concerns mayance and trevice rather than myself, for I have no ambition to rule by proxy. And now, my lady of Sain, when we journeyed southward that day from Gutenfeld's castle, I gave you some information regarding the mind of mayance. You remember perhaps what I said about his quandary. I rather suspect that he admires you, not withstanding your defiance of him. But there is nothing remarkable in that, for we all appreciate you, old and young. I too carry a document of safe conduct, like Prince Roland here, although I see that his highness has placed his safety in your hands. The old man smiled, and Hildegund found herself still carrying the parchment Roland had given her. For a moment she was confused, then smiled also, and offered it back, but the prince shook his head. The archbishop went on. Mayance sent down to me your written release, signed by himself and trevice. He asked me to attach a signature and liberate you on my way to Frankfurt, which I intended to do, had this impetuous young man not forestalled me. By the way, highness, how did you happen to meet Countess von Sain in Falls? We will tell you about that later, guardian, said Hildegund, before Roland could speak. What instructions did his lordship of Mayance give concerning me? He asked me to bring you to my palace in Frankfurt, and subtly express the hope you had changed your mind. You may assure him I have, said the Countess, again speaking rapidly, but let us leave all details of that for the moment. I am then to go with you to the capital. Yes, tomorrow morning. To remain until the coronation. Certainly, if such is your wish, but do you not see something very significant in my brother Mayance's change of plan? For you know, he did not intend to release you until after that event. Yes, yes, replied the Countess breathlessly. I see it quite clearly, but do not wish to discuss the matter at the present moment. Very well. I intended to enter Frankfurt from the west, but meeting you so unexpectedly, I have deflected my troops up the lawn to Limburg, at which town we will join them tomorrow night, thus following Father Ambrose's route to the capital. Ah, that will be very interesting. Prince Roland, you accompany us, I hope. Of assurity replied the young man confidently. No, quietly said the Archbishop. Why not? Because I say no. The young man, almost an emperor, drew himself up proudly, and his lips pressed together into a firm line of determination. Does your highness so quickly forget your promise? What promise, asked the prince, scowling? In consideration of my keeping silence touching your recent, outrageous career of fire and slaughter and the enslavement of Heinrich, you promised to obey me until you become emperor. I intend to obey all reasonable requests, but I very much desire to accompany the Countess from her castle to the capital. I have never seen Limburg or taken that route to Frankfurt. It is a charming old city, replied the Archbishop dryly, which you can visit any time at the expense of a day's ride. Meanwhile I shall escort the Countess thither and endeavor to entertain her with pleasing and instructive conversation during the journey. The prince continued to frown, yet bit his lip and repressed an angry retort. But, protested the girl, would it not be much safer for his highness to enter the city of Frankfurt protected by your army? The Archbishop laughed a little. My dear Hildegund, the presence of Prince Roland causes you to overlook a vast difference in the status of you both. But surely the exercise of a little imagination should present to you the true aspect of affairs. You are a free woman, and I hold the document by which you regained your liberty. Do not be deluded, therefore, by the apparent fact that his highness can raise a clenched fist aloft and defy the heavens. It is not so. He wears fetters on his ankles and manacles round his wrists. Roland is a prisoner, and must straight way amure himself. Your highness, before us stands the stately castle of Sain, where presently you shall refresh yourself and be furnished with an untired charger, on which to ride all night that you may reach the gates of Arenfels early tomorrow morning. Once there, place the wine-loving Heinrich out of harm in the deepest dungeon, and take his place as prisoner. It is arranged that the three Archbishops personally escort you to Frankfurt in the barge of Mainz, which will land you at the water steps of the Royal Palace. If it were known that I had been even an hour in your company, your chances of reaching the throne would be seriously jeopardized. Surely such haste is unnecessary, cried the girl. He can set out tomorrow in one direction while we go in another. He traveled all last night, and for most part of it was paddling a boat containing four people. Has ridden almost since daylight, and now to journey on horseback throughout the night is too much for human endurance. The grave smile of the Archbishop shone upon her anxiety. For lack of a nail the shoe was lost, he said, and you know the remainder of the warning. If Prince Roland cares to risk an empire for a night's rest, I would draw my objection. The Prince suddenly wheeled his horse, and coming briskly round to the side of the girl, placed a hand in hers. A decision, Countess, he cried, Give me your decision, I shall always obey you. Oh, the rashness of youth murmured the Archbishop. The girl looked up at the young man, and he caught his breath and clasped her hand more tightly, as he gazed into the depths of her glorious eyes. You must go, she sighed. Yes, alas. He raised her unresisting hand to his lips, and again turned his horse. You will obey, asked the Archbishop. I will obey, my Lord. He flashed from its scabbard into the rays of the setting sun, the sword he had made, and elevating the hilt to his forehead, saluted the Archbishop. I shall see you at Ehrenfels, my Lord. Ah, do not go thus. Come to the castle for an hour's rest, at least. The young man whirled his sword around, and caught it by the blade, touching the hilt with his lips, as if it were a cross. I thank God, said he, that I can willingly keep my oath. Then, looking at the girl, for the Empress, and not for the Empire, he cried. The sword seemed to drop into the scabbard of its own accord, as Roland set spurs to his steed and away. End of Chapter 17 Chapter 18 of The Swordmaker This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Swordmaker by Robert Barr Chapter 18 The Swordmaker at Bay The air presumptive to the throne reached Frankfurt very quietly in the Archbishop's barge, and was landed after nightfall at the water-steps of the Imperial Palace. The funeral of the Emperor took place almost as if it were a private ceremonial. Grave trouble had been anticipated, and the route of the procession, for the short distance between Palace and Cathedral, was thickly lined on either side by the troops of the three Archbishops. This precaution proved unnecessary. The dispirited citizens cared nothing for their late nominal ruler, and they manifested their undisguised hatred of the real rulers, the Archbishops, by keeping indoors while the soldiers marched the streets. The condition of the capital was unique. It suffered from a famine of money rather than a famine of food. Frankfurt starved in the midst of plenty. Never had the earth been more fruitful than during this year, and the coming autumn promised a harvest that would fill the granaries to overflowing. Yet no one brought in food to Frankfurt, for the common people had not the money to buy. The working population depended entirely upon the merchants and manufacturers, and with the collapse of mercantile business, thousands were thrown out of employment, and this penniless mob was augmented by the speedy cessation of all manufacturing. After the feudal bread riots earlier in the year, put down so drastically by the Archbishops, the population of the city greatly diminished, and the country round about swarmed with homeless wanderers, who at least were sure of something to eat. But being city bread, and consequently useless for agricultural employment, they gradually joined into groups and marauding bands, greatly to the menace of the provinces they traversed. Indeed, rumor had it that the robberies from certain castles on the Rhine, and the burning of Furstenberg, were the work of these free companies. Consequently, a sense of uneasiness permeated the empire, whose rulers, great and small, began to foresee that a continuance of this state of things meant disaster to the rich, as well as misery to the poor. Charity, spasmodic, and unorganized, proved wholly unable to cope with the disaster that had befallen the capital city. When darkness set in on the third night after Rowland's return to Frankfurt, he made his way out into the unlighted streets, acting with caution until certain he was not followed, then but took himself to the palace belonging to the Archbishop of Cologne. The porter at first refused him entrance, and Rowland, not wishing to make himself known, declared he had an appointment with his lordship. Trusting that the underling could not read, he presented his parchment safe conduct, asking him to give that to his lordship, with a message that the bearer awaited his pleasure. The suspicious servant, seeing the grand seal of the empire upon the document, at once conducted Rowland to a room on the ground floor, then departed with the manuscript to find his master. The Archbishop returned with him the imperial scroll in his hand, and a distinctly perceptible frown upon his brow. When the servant withdrew closing the door, the prelate said, Highness, this is a very dangerous procedure on your part. Why, my lord? Because you are certain to have been followed. What matter for that? asked the young man. I am quite unknown in Frankfurt. Prince Rowland, said the Archbishop gravely, until your election is actually accomplished, you would be wise to do nothing that might arouse the suspicion of mayance. This house is watched night and day, and all who come and go are noted. I daresay that within fifteen minutes mayance will know you have visited me. My dear Archbishop, they cannot know an unknown man. The uneasiness of Frankfurt has already taken hold of me, and therefore I saw to it that I was not followed. If you were not followed when you came, you will certainly be followed as you return. In that case, my lord, the spies will track me to the innocent home of Air Gobel, the merchant in the Far Goss. They will shadow you when you leave his house. Then their industry will be rewarded by an enjoyable terminus, in other words, the drinking cellar of the Reingold. Be assured, your Highness, that ultimately you will be traced to the royal palace. Again not so, my lord, they will be led across the bridge into the mechanics quarter of Sachsenhausen, and if the watch continues, they must make a night of it, for I shall enter my humble room there and go to bed. I see you have it all planned out, commented the disconfident Archbishop. The young man laughed. I anticipate an interesting life, my lord, because it is my habit to think before I act, and I notice that this apparently baffles the electors. The truth is that you three are so subtle, and so much afraid of one another, so on the alert lest you be taken by surprise, that a straightforward action on my part throws all intrigue out of gear. Now, I'll warrant you cannot guess why I came here tonight. Oh, I know the reason very well. Do you? That astonishes me. What is the reason? You came to see the Countess Vonsane. Ah, is the lady within? Why, of course, she must be. I remember now, she was to accompany you to Frankfurt, and it naturally follows she is your guest. She is my guest, your Highness, and one reason why you cannot see her is because at this moment, the lady converses with the Count Palatine, who has just arrived from Gutenfels. As the Countess and myself enjoyed his hospitality not long ago in that stronghold, I have invited him to be my guest until the coronation ceremonies are completed. My lord, I regret that your hospitality halts when it reaches your future emperor. Why may I not be introduced to the Count Palatine? Such introduction must not take place except in the presence of the other electors. I am very anxious, as you may perceive, that nothing shall be done to jeopardize your own prospects. We have arrived, your Highness, at a critical moment. History relates that more than one candidate has come to the very steps of the throne only to be rejected at the last moment. I am too sincere a friend to risk such an outcome in your own case. Then you think it injudicious of me to see the Countess until after the election? I not only think it injudicious, your Highness, but I intend to prevent a meeting. Again the young man laughed. Tis blessed, then, that I came for no such purpose, otherwise I might have been deeply disappointed. For what purpose did you come, Highness? The Imperial Palace, my lord, belongs no more to my mother. If she or I continue there to reside, we seem to be taking for granted that I shall be elected Emperor, an assumption unfair to the seven electors, whose choice should be untrammeled by even a hint of influence. I beg of you, therefore, my lord, to extend your hospitality to my mother. I have spoken to her on this subject, and she will gladly be your guest, happy, I am sure, to forsake that gloomy abode. I am honoured, your Highness, by the opportunity you give me. I shall wait upon the Empress tomorrow at whatever hour is convenient for her Majesty to receive me. You are most kind. I suggested that she should name the hour, and midday was chosen. The Archbishop bowed profoundly. The young man rose, and held out his hand, which the Archbishop took with cordiality. The Prince looked very straightforwardly at his host, and the latter thought that he detected a twinkle in his eye, as he said with decision. Tomorrow I shall formally notify my lord of Mayans that the Empress has chosen your palace as her place of residence until after the coronation, and I shall request his lordship to crave your permission that I may call here every day to see my mother. A young cloned bowed, and made no farther protest, although Roland seemingly expected one, but as it did not come the Prince continued. Here is my address to Sassianhausen, should you wish a communication to reach me in haste, and kindly command your porter not to parlay when I again demand speech with your lordship. Good night. I thank you, my lord, for your courtesy. And the energetic youth disappeared before the slow thinking Archbishop could call up words with which to reply. Cologne did not immediately rejoin his guests, but stood a very figure of perplexity muttering to himself. If our friend Mayans thinks that youngster is to be molded like soft clay, he is very much mistaken. I hope Roland will not cause him to feel the iron hand too soon. I wonder why Mayans is delaying the election. Can it be that already he distrusts his choice, or is it the question of a wife? Meanwhile the front door of the Archbishop's palace had claimed shut, and Roland strode across the square careless or unconscious of spies, looking neither to the right nor to the left. He made his way speedily to the far goss, walking down that thoroughfare until he came to Hergobel's door, where he knocked and was admitted. Ushered into the room where he had parted from the merchant, he found Hergobel seated at his table as if he had never left it. The merchant, with a cry of delight, greeted the young man. Well, Hergobel, you see I have been a successful trafficker. Your bails of goods are all in castle fowls, and I trust the barge returned safely to you with the money. It did indeed, your Highness. Has the coin been counted? Yes, and it totals an enormous, almost unbelievable sum, which I have set down here to the last stiver. That is brave news. Have any demands been made on you for its partition? No, your Highness. Now, Hergobel, I have determined that all that money, which is in effect stolen property, shall go to the feeding of Frankfurt's poor. Buying Provinder shrewdly, how long would this treasure keep hunger away from the gates of Frankfurt? That requires some calculation, your Highness. A month? Surely so. Two months, perhaps. Tis likely, but ideal in cloth, not in food, and therefore cannot speak definitively without computation and the advice of those expert in the matter. Very well, Hergobel. Get your computations made as soon as possible. Call together your merchant's guild and ask its members. By the way, said Roland, suddenly checking himself. Give to me in writing the amount of gold I have sent you. The unsuspecting merchant did so, and Roland's eyes opened with astonishment when he glanced at the total. He then placed the paper in the wallet he carried. You were perhaps about to suggest that a committee be appointed, ventured the merchant. Yes, a small but capable committee, of which you shall be chairman and treasurer. But first you will ask the merchants to subscribe, out of their own wealth, a sum equaling the gold I filched from the barons. The merchant's face fell, and took on a doleful expression. The times, your Highness, have long been very bad, none of us making money. The prince held up his hand, and the merchant ceased his plaint. If I can strip a baron of his wealth, he said, I will not waste words over the fleecing of merchants. This contribution is to be given in the name of the three archbishops, whose heavy hands came down on you after the late insurrection. The archbishops have now nine thousand troops in Frankfurt. If given leave, they will collect the sum three times over within a very few hours. So you, as chairman of the committee, may decide whether the fund shall be a voluntary contribution or an impost gathered by soldiery. It matters nothing to me. Have it proclaimed throughout the city, that owing to the graciousness of the three archbishops, starvation is now at an end in Frankfurt. Highness, with your permission, and all due deference, it seems rather unjust that we should contribute the cash and lose the credit. Yes, Air Gobel, this is a very unjust world, as doubtless many of the starving people thought when they recollected that a few hundred of you possessed vast wealth while they were penniless. Nevertheless, there are good times ahead for all of us. Let me suggest that this money which I sent to you may prove sufficient, and so the subscriptions of the merchants can be returned to them. That is, if the relief fund is honestly administered. So set to work early tomorrow with energy. You merchants have had a long vacation. I think the Rhine will be open before many weeks are passed, and then you can turn to your money making. But our first duty is to feed the hungry. Good night, Air Gobel. He left the merchant as dazed as was the archbishop. Once again outside, he made directly for the wine cellar of the Rhinegold. On reaching the steps he heard a roar of talk, lightened now and then by the sound of laughter. He paused a moment before descending. It was evident that the company was enjoying itself, and Roland Selelequist somewhat sadly. I am the disturbing element in that group. They seemed to agree famously when by themselves. Ah, well, no matter. They will soon be rid of me. When Roland descended the stair, the proprietor greeted him with joy. I have missed you, Air Roland, he said. So you may imagine how much the guild has regretted your absence. Yes, I hear them bemoaning their fate. The innkeeper laughed. How many are here tonight? There is a full house, Sir Roland. Really? Are Cursebold and Gensbane within? Oh, yes, and there is no scarcity of money thanks to you, I understand. Rather, our thanks are forever due to you, Herr Host, for sustaining us so long when we were penniless. We shall never forget that. And so with a semi-military salute to the gratified cellarman, Roland pushed open the door and entered the banqueting room of the Iron Workers Guild. An instant silence fell on the group. Good evening to you, gentlemen, said the Prince, taking off his hat, and with a twist of his shoulders flinging the cloak from them. Instantly arose a great cheer, and Grusel, who occupied the chair at the head of the table, strode forward, took Roland's hat and cloak, and hung them up. After that he attempted to lead their captain to the seat of honour. No, no, my dear Lieutenant, said Roland, placing his hand affectionately on the other's shoulder. A better man than I occupies the chair, and shall never be displaced by me. The others, now on their feet, with the exception of Kurzbold and Gensbane, vociferously demanded that Roland take the chair. Smilingly he shook his head, and holding up his hand for silence, addressed them. Take your seats, comrades, and Grusel, if you forced me to give a command, I order you into that chair without farther protest. Grusel, with evident reluctance, obeyed. Truth to tell, brothers, I have but a few moments to stop. I merely dropped in to enjoy a sip of wine with you, and to offer a proposal that, within five minutes, will make me the most unpopular man in this room. Therefore you see my wisdom in refusing a chair from which I should be very promptly ejected. One of the members poured a tanker full of wine from a flagon, and handed it to Roland, who, saluting the company, drank. You did not divide the money, Grusel? No, Roland. We gave each man five hundred thalers, to keep as best he might. We then concealed the rest of the gold between the bottom of the boat and its inner planking. Eberhard and I construed your orders somewhat liberally, conceiving it was your desire to get our treasure and ourselves safely to Frankfurt. Quite right, corroborated Roland. When morning came upon us, we soon discovered that the whole country was aroused, because of the destruction of Fürstenberg and the looting of Sonic. No one knew where the next raid would strike, and therefore the whole countryside was in a turmoil. Now the only fact known to the despoiled was that a long black barge had appeared in front of the castle, while the attack was made from behind. We realized that it would be impossible for us to go up the river, except in darkness. So in case of a search, we concealed the treasure where it was not likely to become at, and each day lay quiet at an unfrequented part of the river, rowing all night. Not until we reached the main did we venture on a daylight voyage. It was agreed among us unanimously that the money should be placed in Ergobel's keeping until you returned. That was all excellently done, commented Roland. I have just been to see Ergobel, and was surprised to learn how much we had actually taken. And now I ask you to make a great sacrifice. This city is starving. If we give that gold to its relief, the merchants of Frankfurt will contribute an equal amount. I do not know how long such a total will keep the wolves from the doors of Frankfurt, probably for six months. I shall learn definitely tomorrow. Here Roland outlined his plan of relief, which was received in silence. Gersbould spoke up. I should like to know how much the total is. That is a matter with which you have nothing to do, growd Grusel. Then, turning to Roland, who had not yet taken a seat, he said. So far as my share is concerned, I agree. I agree, added Eberhard, and so it went down along each side of the table until 18 had spoken. Gersbould rose with a smile on his face. I do not know how it is, ex-captain, that the moment you come among us there seems to arise a spirit of disputation. Curiously enough, Herr Gersbould, that same thought arose in my mind as I listened to your hilarity before I entered. I beg to add, for your satisfaction, that this is my last visit to the guild, and never again shall I disturb its harmony. There is no lack of harmony, cried Eberhard, laughing as he rose. The agreement has been practically unanimous—quite unanimous, in fact, among those entitled to share in the great treasure. I believe Herr Gersbould has a claim, if it has not been forfeited, to the lute of Rheinstein. There is no lack of harmony, cried Eberhard, laughing as he rose. The agreement has been practically unanimous—quite unanimous, in fact, among those entitled to share in the great treasure. I believe Herr Gersbould has a claim—if it has not been forfeited—to the lute of Rheinstein. Now, even the genial Eberhard, continued Kurzbold, although his words are blameless, speaks with a certain tone of acerbity, while my friend Gruusel has become gruff as a bear. "'You need not labour that point,' said Kurzbold, said Rowland. I have resigned.' "'I just wished to remark,' Kurzbold went on, "'that I rose for the purpose of stating I had some slight share in something. Stolen property, on or among thieves, you know. Are my rights to this share disputed?' "'No,' said the chairman shortly. "'Very well,' concluded Kurzbold. "'As I am graciously permitted to speak in the august presence of our ex-captain, I desire to say that whatever my share happens to be, I bestow it gladly, nay, exultantly, upon the poor of Frankfurt. With that Kurzbold sat down, and there was first a roar of laughter followed by a clapping of hands. Gensbane rose and said briefly, "'I do as Kurzbold does.' "'Now,' said Rowland, "'I want a number of volunteers to start out into the country early tomorrow morning. Gruusel, you, as chairman, will designate the routes. Each man is to penetrate as far as he can along the main roads, asking the farmers to bring everything in the shape of food they have to sell. Tell them a vast sum has been collected, and that their cartloads will be bought entire the moment they enter the city. There will be no waiting for their money, prompt payment, and everything eatable purchased immediately. Gruusel, I put on you the hardest task. Penetrate into the forest south of the main, and tell the charcoal-burners and woodmen to bring in material for kitchen fires. How many will volunteer?' Every man rose, Rowland thanked them. I shall now divulge a secret, and you will see that when it was told to me I remembered your interests. It has been my privilege to meet, since I saw you, more than one man who is a ruler in this empire. Did they tell you who is to be the new emperor, cried one? That is known only to the electors. But what I was about to say is this. There are to be established by the government ironworks on a scale hitherto unknown in any land. I believe, and did my best to inculcate that belief in others, that we are on the verge of an age of iron, and, knowing your skill, I am privileged to offer each of you the superintendency of a department, with compensation never before given so lavishly in Germany. I am also induced to believe that the new emperor will bestow a title on each of you who desire such honor, so that there can be no question of your right to wear a sword. Grusel, you must receive reports from each of our food scouts, and I shall be glad to know the outcome, if you take the trouble to call upon me any hour after nine o'clock at night, at my old room in Sachsenhausen. And now, good night, and good luck to you all. Rowland went over the bridge, and so reached his room on the other side. He glanced around several times to satisfy himself that he was not spied upon, and laughed at the apprehension of the archbishop. Entering his room he lit a lamp, took off his cloak, and flung it on the bed. Then unbuckled his sword-belt, and hung it and the weapon on a peg, placing his cloak above them. He was startled by a loud knock at the door, and stood for a moment astonished, until it was repeated with the stern warning. Even in the name of the archbishop! The young man strode forward, drew back the bolt, and flung open the door. An officer, with two soldiers behind him, came across the threshold, and at the side motion of the officer's head, a soldier closed and bolted the door. Rowland experienced a momentary thrill of indignation at this rude intrusion. Then he remembered he was a mechanic, and that his line must be humble and deferential. You came to-night from the Imperial Palace. What were you doing there? I was trying to gain admission, sir. For what purpose? I wished, said Rowland, rapidly outlining his defense in his own mind. I wished to see some high officer, some one of your own position, sir, but it was not so fortunate as to succeed. I could not pass the centuries without a permit, which I did not then possess, but hope to acquire tomorrow. Again I ask, for what purpose? For a purpose which causes me delight in meeting your I am no excellency, come to the point, for what purpose? To show the officer a sword of such superior quality that a man armed with it, and given a certain amount of skill, stands impregnable. Do you mean to tell me that you went to the Royal Palace for the purpose of selling a second-hand sword? Oh, no, my lord. Do not be so free with your titles. Call me Lieutenant. Well, Lieutenant, sir, I hope to get orders for a hundred, perhaps a thousand of these weapons. Where did you go after leaving the palace? I went to the residence of that great Prince of the Church, the Archbishop of Cologne. Ah, you did not succeed in seeing his lordship, I suppose. Pardon me, Lieutenant, but I did. His lordship is keenly interested in both weapons and armor. Did he give you an order for swords? No, Lieutenant, he seems to be a very cautious man. He asked me to visit him in Cologne, or if I do not do that, to see his general, now in Frankfurt. You understand, Lieutenant, the presence of the three archbishops with their armies offers me a great opportunity, by which I hope to profit. The officer looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face. Where next did you go? I went to the house of a merchant in the Fargass. Ah, that tail doesn't hold. Merchants are not allowed to wear swords. No, Lieutenant, but a merchant, on occasion, can supply capital that will enable the skilled workmen to accept a large contract. If I should see the general of his lordship tomorrow, and he gave me an order for, say, 2,000 swords, I have not enough money to buy the medal, and I could not ask for payment until I delivered the weapons. Did the merchant agree to capitalize you? He, too, was a cautious man, Lieutenant. He wished first to see the contract and know who stood responsible for payment. Wise man, commented the officer. And so, disheartened, I suppose, you returned here. No, Lieutenant, the day has been warm, and I have traveled a good deal. I went from the merchant's house to the Rhine Gold Tavern, there to drink a tankard of wine with my comrades, a score of men who have formed what they call the Iron Workers Guild. I drank a tankard with them, and then came direct here, where I arrived but a few moments ago. The officer was more and more puzzled. Despite this young man's deferential manner, his language was scarcely thought of a mechanic. Yet this certainly was his own room, and he had told the absolute truth about his wanderings as one who has nothing to fear. The Lieutenant stood for a space of time with eyes to the floor, as silent as the soldiers behind him. Suddenly he looked up. Show me the sword, I'll tell you where it's made. If he expected hesitation, he was mistaken. Roland gave a joyful cry, swept aside the cloak, whisked forth the sword, flung it up, and caught it by the blade. Then, with a low bow, handed it to the officer, who flashed it through the air, bent the blade between finger and thumb, and took it near the lamp and scrutinized it with the eye of an expert. A good weapon, my friend. Where was it made? I have never seen one like it. It was made by my own hands, here in Frankfurt. Of course I go first to those who know least about the matter, but if I can get an introduction to his lordship of Mayence, his officers will know a sword when they see it, and I hope tonight fortune in leading you to my door has brought me an officer of Mayence. The lieutenant looked at him, and for the first time smiled. He handed back the weapon, signed to his men to unbolt the door, which they did stepping out. Then he said, I bid you good night. Your answers have been satisfactory, but I set you down not as a mechanic, but a very excellent merchant of swords. Lieutenant, said Roland, you do not flatter me. He raised his weapon in a military salute. I am no merchant, but a sword maker. End of chapter 18.