Sintram had not returned home, when those of the castle betook themselves to rest in deep bewilderment.No one thought of him, for every heart was filled with strange forebodings, and with uncertain cares.Even the heroic breast of the Knight of Montfaucon heaved in doubt.
Old Rolf still remained without, weeping in the forest, heedless of the storm which beat on his unprotected head, while he waited for his young master.But he had gone a very different way; and when the morning dawned, he entered the castle from the opposite side.
Gabrielle's slumbers had been sweet during the whole night.It had seemed to her that angels with golden wings had blown away the wild histories of the evening before, and had wafted to her the bright flowers, the sparkling sea, and the green hills of her own home.She smiled, and drew her breath calmly and softly, whilst the magical tempest raged and howled through the forests, and continued to battle with the troubled sea.But in truth when she awoke in the morning, and heard still the rattling of the windows, and saw the clouds, as if dissolved in mist and steam, still hiding the face of the heavens, she could have wept for anxiety and sadness, especially when she heard from her maidens that Folko had already left their apartment clad in full armour as if prepared for a combat.At the same time she heard the sound of the heavy tread of armed men in the echoing halls, and, on inquiring, found that the Knight of Montfaucon had assembled all his retainers to be in readiness to protect their lady.
Wrapped in a cloak of ermine, she stood trembling like a tender flower just sprung up out of the snow, tottering beneath a winter's storm.Then Sir Folko entered the room, in all his shining armour, and peacefully carrying his golden helmet with the long shadowy plumes in his hand.He saluted Gabrielle with cheerful serenity, and at a sign from him, her attendants retired, while the men-at-arms without were heard quietly dispersing.
"Lady," said he, as he took his seat beside her, on a couch to which he led her, already re-assured by his presence: "lady, will you forgive your knight for having left you to endure some moments of anxiety; but honour and stern justice called him.Now all is set in order, quietly and peacefully; dismiss your fears and every thought that has troubled you, as things which are no more.""But you and Biorn?" asked Gabrielle."On the word of a knight,"replied he, "all is well there." And thereupon he began to talk over indifferent subjects with his usual ease and wit; but Gabrielle, bending towards him, said with deep emotion:
"0 Folko, my knight, the flower of my life, my protector and my dearest hope on earth, tell me all, if thou mayst.But if a promise binds thee, it is different.Thou knowest that I am of the race of Portamour, and I would ask nothing from my knight which could cast even a breath of suspicion on his spotless shield."Folko thought gravely for one instant; then looking at her with a bright smile, he said: "It is not that, Gabrielle; but canst thou bear what I have to disclose? Wilt thou not sink down under it, as a slender fir gives way under a mass of snow?"She raised herself somewhat proudly, and said: "I have already reminded thee of the name of my father's house.Let me now add, that I am the wedded wife of the Baron of Montfaucon.""Then so let it be," replied Folko solemnly; "and if that must come forth openly which should ever have remained hidden in the darkness which belongs to such deeds of wickedness, at least let it come forth less fearfully with a sudden flash.Know then, Gabrielle, that the wicked knight who would have slain my friends Gotthard and Rudlieb is none other than our kinsman and host, Biorn of the Fiery Eyes."Gabrielle shuddered and covered her eyes with her fair hands; but at the end of a moment she looked up with a bewildered air, and said:
"I have heard wrong surely, although it is true that yesterday evening such a thought struck me.For did not you say awhile ago that all was settled and at peace between you and Biorn? Between the brave baron and such a man after such a crime?""You heard aright," answered Folko, looking with fond delight on the delicate yet high-minded lady."This morning with the earliest dawn I went to him and challenged him to a mortal combat in the neighbouring valley, if he were the man whose castle had well-nigh become an altar of sacrifice to Gotthard and Rudlieb.He was already completely armed, and merely saying, 'I am he,' he followed me to the forest.But when he stood alone at the place of combat, he flung away his shield down a giddy precipice, then his sword was hurled after it, and next with gigantic strength he tore off his coat of mail, and said, 'Now fall on, thou minister of vengeance; for I am a heavy sinner, and I dare not fight with thee.' How could I then attack him? A strange truce was agreed on between us.He is half as my vassal, and yet I solemnly forgave him in my own name and in that of my friends.He was contrite, and yet no tear was in his eye, no gentle word on his lips.He is only kept under by the power with which I am endued by having right on my side, and it is on that tenure that Biorn is my vassal.I know not, lady, whether you can bear to see us together on these terms; if not, I will ask for hospitality in some other castle; there are none in Norway which would not receive us joyfully and honourably, and this wild autumnal storm may put off our voyage for many a day.Only this I think, that if we depart directly and in such a manner, the heart of this savage man will break.""Where my noble lord remains, there I also remain joyfully under his protection," replied Gabrielle; and again her heart glowed with rapture at the greatness of her knight.
