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The examiner rose to his feet and in the same suave tones he had used
in questioning Wilhelm, propounded the usual formal interrogatory
regarding name and quality. When he was asked:

"Are you a member of the Holy Order of the Fehmgerichte?" the Emperor's
reply seemed to cause some consternation among the judges.

"I am not only a member of the Fehmgerichte, but by its constitution, I
am the head of it, and I warn you that any action taken by this Court
without my sanction, is, by the statutes of the order, illegal."

The examiner paused in his questioning apparently taken aback by this
assertion, and looked towards the Freigraf as if awaiting a decision
before proceeding further.

"We acknowledge freely," said the Freigraf, "that you are the figure-
head of the order, and that in all matters pertaining to a change of
constitution your consent would probably be necessary, but stretching
your authority to its utmost limit, it does not reach to the Courts of
the Holy Fehm, which have before now sat in judgment on the highest in
the land. For more than a century the position of the Emperor as head
of the Fehmgerichte has been purely nominal, and I know of no precedent
where the ruler of the land has interfered with the proceedings of the
secret Court. We avow allegiance to the actual head of the order, who
is the Duke of Westphalia."

"Is the Duke of Westphalia here present?"

"That is a question improper for you to ask."

"If the Duke of Westphalia is one of the members of this Court, I
command him by the oath which he took at his installation, to descend
from his place and render his seat to me, the head of this order."

"The nominal head," corrected the Freigraf.

"The actual head," persisted the prisoner. "The position remained
nominal only because the various occupants did not choose to exercise
the authority vested in them. It is my pleasure to resume the function
which has too long remained in abeyance, thus allowing inferior
officers to pretend to a power which is practical usurpation, and
which, according to the constitution of our order, is not to be
tolerated. Disobey at your peril. I ask the Archbishop of Cologne, Duke
of Westphalia, as the one, high vassal of the Empire, as the other, my
subordinate in the Fehmgerichte, to stand forth and salute his chief."

Wilhelm's heart beat rapidly underneath his black cloak as he saw this
spectacle of helpless prisoner defying a power, which, in its sphere of
action, was almost omnipotent. It was manifest that the Emperor's
trenchant sentences had disturbed more than one member of the
convention, and even the Freigraf glanced in perplexity towards the
supposed Archbishop of Treves as if for a hint anent the answer that
should be given. As if in response to the silent appeal, Wilhelm rose
slowly to his feet, while the examiner seated himself.

"It is my privilege," he began, "on behalf of my fellow members, to
inform the prisoner that the Court of the Holy Fehm has ever based its
action on the broad principles of eternal justice."

A sarcastic smile wreathed the lips of the Emperor at this. Wilhelm
went on unheeding.

"A point of law has been raised by the prisoner, which, I think, at
least merits our earnest consideration, having regard for the future
welfare of this organisation, and being anxious not to allow any
precedent to creep in, which may work to the disadvantage of those who
follow us. In order that our deliberations may have that calm
impartiality which has ever distinguished them, I ask unanimous consent
to my suggestion that the prisoner be taken back to his cell until we
come to a decision regarding the matter in dispute."

This proposition being agreed to without a dissenting voice, the
prisoner was removed from the room and the eyes of all the judges were
turned towards Wilhelm. The Freigraf was the first to break the
silence.

"Although I have agreed to the removal of the prisoner," he said, "yet
I see not the use of wasting so many words on him. While there is
undoubted wisdom in winning to our side the man who controls the army,
there seems to me little to gain in prolonging discussion with the
Emperor, who is a nonentity at best, and has no following. The path to
the throne must be cleared, and there is but one way of doing it."

"Two, I think," murmured Wilhelm.

"What other than by this prisoner's death?"

"His abdication would suffice."

"But, as you know, he has already refused to abdicate."

"Ah, that was before he saw the executioner standing here. I think he
is now in a condition to reconsider his determination. Thus we will
avoid discussion of the knotty points which he raised, and which I, for
one, would prefer to see remain where they are. The moment he consents
to abdicate, the commander of the forces is willing to swear allegiance
to us. It must not be forgotten that even if we execute these two men
we have still the troops who hold the city of Frankfort to reckon with,
and although their leader may have disappeared, the young man has some
sturdy lieutenants who will give us trouble."

"What do you propose?" asked the Freigraf.

"If the colleague at my left will accompany me, we will visit the
prisoner and may have some proposals to submit to you on our return."

This being acceded to, the two left the Judgment Chamber and proceeded
slowly to the cell of No. 13. On the way thither Wilhelm said to his
companion:

"As the prisoner may be on his guard if we enter together, I prefer to
sound him first alone, and at the proper moment, if you stay outside
the door of the cell, I shall summon you to enter."

This meeting the sanction of Wilhelm's companion, the young man entered
the cell alone, carefully closing the door behind him.

"Your Majesty," he whispered, "the situation is extremely critical, and
I entreat you to maintain silence while I make explanation to you. I am
Wilhelm, the loyal commander of the Imperial forces, your Majesty's
most devoted servant."

"Are you then," said the amazed monarch, "also a member of the
Fehmgerichte? I thought you came here as a prisoner, and, like myself,
a victim."

Wilhelm drew off over his head the cloak which enveloped him, leaving
his limbs free, standing thus in his own proper person before the
Emperor.

"I was, indeed, a prisoner, and was visited in my cell by the
Archbishop of Treves. It was in his robe that I emerged from my cell
undetected, hoping to escape and bring rescue to your Majesty, but
other brethren were awaiting me outside, and I found myself compelled
to sit in the Court before which you made such an able defence."

"It was you, then, who proposed that I should be taken back to my
cell?"

"Yes, your Majesty. And now a colleague remains outside this door, who
waits, expecting a summons to enter, but first I came to give warning
to your Majesty that you may make no outcry, if you should see what
appears to be two brothers of the order struggling together."

"I shall keep strict silence. Is the Archbishop of Treves then a
prisoner in your cell?"

"He is, I assure you, a fast prisoner."

"You propose that I should don the cloak of the incomer, and that thus
we make our escape together. We must be in haste, then, for if the
Archbishop releases himself from his bonds, he may produce such an
uproar in his cell that suspicion will be aroused."

"The bonds in which I left the Archbishop of Treves will hold him firm
until we are outside this nest of vipers. And now, your Majesty, I beg
you to put on this cloak which I have been wearing, which will leave me
free speedily to overpower our visitor."

The Emperor arrayed himself and stood, as he was fully entitled to do,
a fully costumed member of the Fehmgerichte. Wilhelm opened the door
and said softly:

"Enter, brother, that I may learn if the arrangements just made are
confirmed by your wisdom."

The light within had been placed at the further end of the cell, and
the visitor's own lantern gave but scant illumination. The moment the
door was firmly closed Wilhelm sprang upon him and bore him to the
ground. If the assaulted man attempted to make any sound, it was
muffled by the folds of his own cloak. A moment later, however, Wilhelm
got a firm grip on his bare throat, and holding him thus, pulled away
his disguise from him, revealing the pallid face of the Archbishop of
Mayence. The young man plucked the dagger from the inside of his
doublet and placed it at the breast of the prostrate man.

"If you make the slightest sound," he whispered, "I shall bury this
dagger in your heart. It is the weapon of the Fehmgerichte and you know
it will penetrate chain armour."

It was evident that the stricken Archbishop was much too frightened to
do anything to help himself, and Wilhelm unbuckling his own empty
sword-belt, proceeded to tie his trembling limbs. The Emperor
whispered:

"The cords which bound me are still here, as well as the gag which
silenced me."

Wilhelm put those instruments of tyranny to immediate use, and shortly
the Archbishop was a helpless silent heap in the further corner of the
room. Wilhelm and the Emperor each with a lantern, and each
indistinguishable from other members of the secret organisation, pushed
open the door and emerged from the cell. Closing the door again,
Wilhelm said to the guard:

"Bolt this portal firmly and allow no one to enter who does not give
you this password."

The young man stooped and whispered into the ear of the guard the word
"Elsa." The two fugitives then walked slowly along the great hall, the
young man peering anxiously to his right for any sign of the stairway
by which he had descended. They passed numerous doors, all closed, and
at last Wilhelm began to wonder if one of these covered the exit which
he sought. Finally they came to the end of the large hall without
seeing trace of any outlet, and Wilhelm became conscious of the fact
that getting free from this labyrinth was like to prove more difficult
than the entering had been. Standing puzzled, not knowing where next to
turn, aware that precious time was being wasted fruitlessly, Wilhelm
saw a man masked and accoutred as a guard approach them.

"Is there anything in which I can pleasure your Lordships?" he asked
deferentially.

"Yes," said Wilhelm, "we desire to have a breath of fresh air; where is
the exit?"

"If your Lordship has the password, you may go out by the entrance in
the city. If you have not the word, then must you use the exit without
the wall, which is a long walk from here."

"That does not matter," replied Wilhelm, "it is the country air we wish
to breathe."

"I cannot leave my post, but I shall get one who will guide you."

So saying, the man left them for several anxious minutes, going into a
room that apparently was used as guard-house, and reappearing with a
man who rubbed his eyes sleepily, as if newly awakened. Then the first
guard drew bolts from a stout door and pulled it open, revealing a dark
chasm like the entrance to a cell. Both Wilhelm and the Emperor viewed
this black enigma with deep suspicion, but their guide with his lantern
plunged into it and they followed, after which the door was closed and
barred behind them.

It was, indeed, as the first man had said, a long walk, as Wilhelm knew
it must be if it extended under the western gate and out into the
country. The passage was so narrow that two could not walk abreast, and
frequently the arched ceiling was so low that the guide ahead warned
them to stoop as they came on. At last he reached the foot of a
stairway, and was about to mount when Wilhelm said to him:

"Stand here till we return. Allow no one to pass who does not give you
this word," and again he whispered the word "Elsa" in the man's ear.

To the dismay of Wilhelm, the Emperor addressed the guard:

"Are there many prisoners within?"

"There are two only," replied the man, "numbers 13 and 14. I helped to
carry No. 14 down the stair, and am glad his sword broke beneath him as
he fell, for, indeed, we had trouble enough with him as it was."

Here Wilhelm took the liberty of touching the Emperor on the arm as if
to warn him that such discourse was untimely and dangerous. With
beating heart the young man led the way up the stairs, and at the top
of the second flight, came into what seemed to be the vestibule of a
house, in which, on benches round the wall, there sat four men
seemingly on guard, who immediately sprang to their feet when they saw
the ghostly apparitions before them.

"Unbar the door," said Wilhelm, quietly, in the tone of one whose
authority is not to be disputed. "Close it after us and allow none to
enter or emerge who does not give you the word 'Elsa.'"

This command was so promptly obeyed that Wilhelm could scarcely believe
they had won so easily to the outer air. The house stood alone on the
bank of the river at the end of a long garden which extended to the
road. Facing the thoroughfare and partly concealing the house from any
chance straggler was a low building which Wilhelm remembered was used
as a wayside drinking-place, in which wine, mostly of a poor quality,
was served to thirsty travellers. The gate to the street appeared
deserted, but as the two approached by the walk leading from the house,
a guard stood out from the shadow of the wall, scrutinised for a moment
their appearance, then saluting, held the gate open for them.

Once on the road, the two turned towards the city, whose black wall
barred their way some distance ahead, and whose towers and spires stood
out dimly against the starlit sky. A great silence, broken only by the
soothing murmur of the river, lay on the landscape. Wilhelm cast a
glance aloft at the star-sprinkled dome of heaven, and said:

"I judge it to be about an hour after midnight."

"It may be so," answered the Emperor, "I have lost all count of time.

"Has your Majesty been long in prison?"

"That I do not know. I may have lain there two days or a dozen. I had
no means of measuring the length of my imprisonment."

"May I ask your Majesty in what manner you were lured into the halls of
the Fehmgerichte?"

"It was no lure. While I lay asleep at night in the cloisters by the
Cathedral I was bound and gagged, carried through the dark streets
helpless on a litter and finally flung into the cell in which you found
me."

"May I further inquire what your Majesty's intentions are regarding the
fulfilment of the duties imposed upon you by your high office?"

There was a long pause before the Emperor replied, then he said:

"Why do you ask?"

"Because, your Majesty, I have on several occasions imperilled my life
for an Emperor who does not rule, who has refused even to sign my
commission as officer of his troops."

"Your commission was never sent to me."

"I beg your Majesty's pardon, but it was sent three times to you in the
cloisters of the Cathedral, and returned three times unsigned."

"Then it is as I suspected," returned the Emperor, "the monks must have
connived at my capture. I have pleasure in confirming your appointment.
I am sure that the command could not be in more capable hands. And in
further reply to your question, if God permits me to see the light of
day, I shall be an emperor who rules."

"It delights my heart to hear you say so. And now I ask, as a favour,
that you allow me to deal untrammelled with the Fehmgerichte."

"I grant that most willingly."

By this time they were almost under the shadow of the great wall of the
city, and Wilhelm, stopping, said to the Emperor:

"I think it well that we now divest ourselves of these disguises."

They had scarcely thrown their cloaks behind the bushes at the side of
the road when they were accosted by the guard at the top of the wall.

"Halt! Who approaches the gate?"

Wilhelm strode forward.

"Is Gottlieb at the guard-house or at the barracks?" he asked.

"He is at the guard-house," replied the sentinel, recognising the
questioner.

"Then arouse him immediately, and open the gates."

"Gottlieb," said Wilhelm, when once within the walls, "take a score of
men with you and surround the first house on the margin of the river up
this street. I shall accompany you so that there may be no mistake.
Send another score under a trusty leader to the house which stands
alone outside of the gates also on the margin of the stream. Give
orders that the men are to seize any person who attempts to enter or to
come out; kill if necessary, but let none escape you. Let a dozen men
escort me to the Palace."

Having seen the Emperor safely housed in the Palace, Wilhelm returned
quickly to the place where Gottlieb and his score held guard over the
town entrance of the cellars he had quitted.

"Gottlieb, are you fully awake?" asked Wilhelm.

"Oh, yes, master; awake and ready for any emergency."

"Then send for some of your most stalwart sappers with tools to break
through a stone wall, and tell them to bring a piece of timber to
batter in this door."

When the men arrived three blows from the oaken log sent the door
shattering from its hinges. Wilhelm sprang at once over the prostrate
portal, but not in time to prevent the flight of the guard down the
stairway. Calling the sappers to the first landing, and pointing to the
stone wall on the right:

"Break through that for me," he cried.

"Master," expostulated Gottlieb, "if you break through that wall I warn
you that the river will flow in."

"Such is my intention, Gottlieb, and a gold piece to each man who works
as he has never wrought before."

For a few moments there was nothing heard but the steady ring of iron
on stone as one by one the squares were extracted, the water beginning
to ooze in as the energetic sappers reached the outer course. At last
the remaining stones gave way, carried in with a rush by the torrent.

"Save yourselves!" cried Wilhelm, standing knee deep in the flood and
not stepping out until each man had passed him. There was a straining
crash of rending timber, and Gottlieb, dashing down, seized his master
by the arm, crying:

"My Lord, my Lord, the house is about to fall!"

With slight loss of time commander and lieutenant stood together in the
street and found that the latter's panic was unwarranted, for the
house, although it trembled dangerously and leaned perceptibly toward
the river, was stoutly built of hewn stone. Grey daylight now began to
spread over the city, but still Wilhelm stood there listening to the
inrush of the water.

"By the great wine tub of Hundsrück!" exclaimed Gottlieb in amazement,
"that cellar is a large one. It seems to thirst for the whole flood of
the Main."

"Send a messenger," cried Wilhelm, "to the house you are guarding
outside the gates and discover for me whether your men have captured
any prisoners."

It was broad daylight when the messenger returned, and the torrent down
the stair had become a rippling surface of water at the level of the
river, showing that all the cavern beneath was flooded.

"Well, messenger, what is your report?" demanded his commander.

"My Lord, the officer in charge says that a short time ago the door of
the house was blown open as if by a strong wind; four men rushed out
and another was captured in the garden; all were pinioned and gagged,
as you commanded."

"Are the prisoners men of quality or common soldiers?"

"Common soldiers, my Lord."

"Very well; let them be taken to the prison. I will visit them later in
the day."

As Wilhelm, thoroughly fatigued after a night so exciting, walked the
streets of Frankfort toward his home the bells of the city suddenly
began to ring a merry peal, and, as if Frankfort had become awakened by
the musical clangor, windows were raised and doors opened, while
citizens inquired of each other the meaning of the clangor, a question
which no one seemed prepared to answer.

Reaching his own house, Wilhelm found Elsa awaiting him with less of
anxiety on her face than he had expected.

"Oh, Wilhelm!" she cried, "what a fright you gave me, and not until I
knew where you were, did any peace come to my heart."

"You knew where I was?" said Wilhelm in amazement. "Where was I, then?"

"You were with the Emperor, of course. That is why the bells are
ringing; the Emperor has returned, as you know, and is resolved to take
his proper place at the head of the state, much to the delight of the
Empress, I can assure you. But what an anxious time we spent until
shortly after midnight, when the Emperor arrived and told us you had
been with him."

"How came you to be at the Palace?"

"It happened in this way. You had hardly left the court last night when
his lordship the Archbishop of Cologne came and seemed anxious about
the welfare of the Emperor."

"The Archbishop of Cologne! Is he still there or did he go elsewhere?"

"He is still there, and was there when the Emperor came in. Why do you
ask so eagerly? Is there anything wrong?"

"Not so far as the Archbishop is concerned, apparently. He has kept his
word and so there is one less high office vacant. Well, what did the
Archbishop say?"

"He wished to see you, and so the Empress sent for you, but search as
we would, you were nowhere to be found. On hearing this I became
alarmed and went at once to the Palace. The Archbishop seemed in deep
trouble, but he refused to tell the Empress the cause of it, and so
increased our anxiety. However, all was right when the Emperor came,
and now they are ringing the bells, for he is to appear before the
people on the balcony of the Romer, as if he were newly crowned. We
must make haste if we are to see him."

Wilhelm escorted his wife to the square before the Romer, but so dense
was the cheering crowd that it was impossible for him to force a way
through. They were in time to see the Emperor appear on the balcony,
and Wilhelm, raising his sword aloft, shouted louder than any in that
throng, Elsa herself waving a scarf above her head in the enthusiasm of
the moment.




THE COUNT'S APOLOGY


The fifteen nobles, who formed the Council of State for the Moselle
Valley, stood in little groups in the Rittersaal of Winneburg's Castle,
situated on a hill-top in the Ender Valley, a league or so from the
waters of the Moselle. The nobles spoke in low tones together, for a
greater than they were present, no other than their over-lord, the
Archbishop of Treves, who, in his stately robes of office, paced up and
down the long room, glancing now and then through the narrow windows
which gave a view down the Ender Valley.

There was a trace of impatience in his Lordship's bearing, and well
there might be, for here was the Council of State in assemblage, yet
their chairman was absent, and the nobles stood there helplessly, like
a flock of sheep whose shepherd is missing. The chairman was the Count
of Winneburg, in whose castle they were now collected, and his lack of
punctuality was thus a double discourtesy, for he was host as well as
president.

Each in turn had tried to soothe the anger of the Archbishop, for all
liked the Count of Winneburg, a bluff and generous-hearted giant, who
would stand by his friends against all comers, was the quarrel his own
or no. In truth little cared the stalwart Count of Winneburg whose
quarrel it was so long as his arm got opportunity of wielding a blow in
it. His Lordship of Treves had not taken this championship of the
absent man with good grace, and now strode apart from the group,
holding himself haughtily; muttering, perhaps prayers, perhaps
something else.

When one by one the nobles had arrived at Winneburg's Castle, they were
informed that its master had gone hunting that morning, saying he would
return in time for the mid-day meal, but nothing had been heard of him
since, although mounted messengers had been sent forth, and the great
bell in the southern tower had been set ringing when the Archbishop
arrived. It was the general opinion that Count Winneburg, becoming
interested in the chase, had forgotten all about the Council, for it
was well known that the Count's body was better suited for athletic
sports or warfare than was his mind for the consideration of questions
of State, and the nobles, themselves of similar calibre, probably liked
him none the less on that account.

Presently the Archbishop stopped in his walk and faced the assemblage.
"My Lords," he said, "we have already waited longer than the utmost
stretch of courtesy demands. The esteem in which Count Winneburg holds
our deliberations is indicated by his inexcusable neglect of a duty
conferred upon him by you, and voluntarily accepted by him. I shall
therefore take my place in his chair, and I call upon you to seat
yourselves at the Council table."

Saying which the Archbishop strode to the vacant chair, and seated
himself in it at the head of the board. The nobles looked one at the
other with some dismay, for it was never their intention that the
Archbishop should preside over their meeting, the object of which was
rather to curb that high prelate's ambition, than to confirm still
further the power he already held over them.

When, a year before, these Councils of State had been inaugurated, the
Archbishop had opposed them, but, finding that the Emperor was inclined
to defer to the wishes of his nobles, the Lord of Treves had insisted
upon his right to be present during the deliberations, and this right
the Emperor had conceded. He further proposed that the meeting should
be held at his own castle of Cochem, as being conveniently situated
midway between Coblentz and Treves, but to this the nobles had, with
fervent unanimity, objected. Cochem Castle, they remembered, possessed
strong walls and deep dungeons, and they had no desire to trust
themselves within the lion's jaws, having little faith in his
Lordship's benevolent intentions towards them.

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