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"The Emperor presided at his tribunal, and the Pope decreed the divorce! It was in vain I tried to defend my cause; I begged on my knees for mercy; all was useless.--At last, moved by my tears and entreaties, Victor confessed that our consanguinity was not established, and that he had annulled the marriage by the express command of His Majesty, and against his own convictions."
"Alas!"
"Consanguinity," said he, "is a mere pretext; State reasons of the highest importance have compelled the Emperor to this course."
"Heavens! is it thus that justice is administered? Madam, your tale has changed my intentions. Since the Emperor cannot protect your rights, I will accompany you to the Holy Father. Make your arrangements, n.o.ble lady, we will start immediately."
Gero met his master at the door, and received orders to prepare everything for their departure. Erwin then went to his apartment, where, with many a bitter invective against Barbarossa's conduct, he began to put on his armor.
"And yet, I cannot go!" he said to himself, as he left his chamber.
"How annoying! What ought I to do? A true knight owes as much respect to courtesy as to his other duties."
He laid down his lance, and went to call on Richenza. The young Countess had just finished her toilette, as he entered, and was exquisitely dressed in white.
"Deign to excuse my early visit, n.o.ble lady," said the Count; "I was unable to defer it. Reasons of grave importance oblige me to leave your party immediately; I have come, according to custom and courtesy, to crave your permission."
"Unless you will tell me the reasons, I cannot grant your request. Sit down, dear Count, and explain yourself. I will see if there is no means of making you change your intentions."
He was forced to obey, and he took his seat with an embarra.s.sment which did not escape the young girl's notice.
"I am less able to accede to your demand, dear Count, because it is contrary to all our arrangements. The Emperor has chosen for my escort the best lances of German chivalry, so that you cannot, without disrespect to His Majesty, leave me before the end of my journey."
"It is true, n.o.ble lady, that it is an honor for me to escort you; but there are some circ.u.mstances in which one duty must yield to another, whose claims are still more imperative."
"Circ.u.mstances! May I ask you again for some explanations?"
"It is on account of an unfortunate lady, who up to the present moment has travelled under my protection."
"I scarcely expected, Count, that this mysterious person would play such a trick as this, and carry you away from us. Believe me, I am seriously interested in her troubles, on account of the influence she appears to exercise over you. You say that she is to be pitied; what is the cause of her sorrow?"
"The most terrible which can possibly afflict a wife. I cannot say more."
"Has she been married?"
"Yes; and she has always been amiable, faithful, but now is most unfortunate."
Richenza breathed more easily. She had no cause for uneasiness; Erwin was still free.
"The interest you take in this misfortune is very praiseworthy," she said.
"Grant me leave, n.o.ble lady; this unhappy woman's only hope is in Pope Alexander's sympathy and protection; I ought to accompany her to his court, and I must go without delay."
"Pope Alexander should be in the Imperial camp at Laon; are we not going in that direction?" asked Richenza.
"I believe so; but we travel so slowly."
"You have not then heard that my father has been hastily summoned to Laon? Your visit prevented me from putting on my riding-dress. Listen!
everything is ready, and the escort is already mounted."
They went to the window, and saw the knights and squires issuing from their tents, and drawing up in line, upon the square in front of the palace.
_CHAPTER x.x.xV_.
_LAON_.
From this day forward, the French Amba.s.sador hurried his journey as much as he had hitherto delayed it. The necessary rest was scarcely allowed to the horses, and they travelled night and day as if under the pressure of some political interest of weighty moment.
A grave and careworn expression had succeeded the usually gay and jovial air of the French Count; he spoke rarely, and only in answer to his daughter's questions. Although much fatigued, Richenza still a.s.sured her father that she was strong enough to go on; but, from time to time, she looked at the German n.o.ble, as if to say,--
"I bear all the annoyances of our journey, rather than be separated from you."
As they neared the French frontier, Erwin met several n.o.blemen of his acquaintance; for Barbarossa had summoned all the spiritual and temporal princes to meet him at Laon. A great number had already arrived, and were encamped along the banks of the Saone.
Soon the towers of Laon, where Louis VII. held his court, began to stand out in bold relief upon the distant horizon. Crowds of hors.e.m.e.n and foot-pa.s.sengers were pressing towards the city, and the road became more animated as they approached the gates. Numerous huts lined the causeway, offering refreshments at a moderate price; and citizens and soldiers were carousing gayly, under the trees.
Near the drawbridge, in a position to see all who pa.s.sed, were seated, around a jug of wine, our three old acquaintances, Antonio, Pietro Nigri, and Cocco Griffi.
Pietro seemed much changed. His country's ruin had broken down his proud spirit, and he showed, in his features, the grief he so keenly felt. As to Cocco, he was always the same, and his attentions to the banquet made up for his companions' neglect.
"I came from Dole yesterday," said Pietro; "all the houses are filled with knights, and you can see nothing anywhere but couriers and soldiers. King Louis will find out one of these days where Barbarossa will take him. If he does not intend to support the Emperor's tyranny, and become his va.s.sal, these German savages will occupy the frontiers, and ravage the French territory with fire and sword, until Louis sues for mercy."
"You are a profound statesman, Pietro," said Antonio, with a laugh; "we are not there yet, and we will not be soon. I grant you that Barbarossa will do his best to frighten the king; but he will think twice before he attacks the allied powers of France and England."
"France and England, allied powers!" exclaimed Pietro. "I thought that the two kings had quarrelled?"
"Ask Pope Alexander if he agrees with you.
"I only know this much, that Alexander has. .h.i.therto taken great pains to bring about a reconciliation. But I also know, as every one else does, that Louis has threatened to give the Pope up to Barbarossa!"--
"Louis' threats are not serious," said Antonio. "He must yield to circ.u.mstances."
"Circ.u.mstances! To my thinking, they are not very favorable!"
"One must not tell all one knows," said Antonio, shrewdly.
"So much the better, if you know all the State secrets; as for me, I expect nothing good from the future. If France ever becomes a va.s.sal of the Emperor, it is all over with the liberty of Italy."
"Come, friend Pietro, do not worry over these things. Think rather of the business which has brought you to France. Do you know what has become of Hermengarde? How did she receive you?"
"Very kindly; but she informed me of her betrothal."
"Count Erwin is certainly a good match; still, the affair may yet fall through.--Eh! what do I see? There he is!--Richenza is with him.--Look at the young Countess."
The brilliant retinue of the Count of Champagne was advancing through the midst of a crowd of admiring spectators. Richenza rode, at the head of the escort, between Rechberg and her father. Pietro glared at the young Count, with a muttered curse. Antonio turned his back, and only resumed his place when the clatter of the horses' hoofs had died away in the distance.