This herald wore a still
longer face than that of his comrade who preceded him.
"Where is my darling?" roared the agonized parent. "Have ye brought him
with ye?"
"N--no," said the man, hesitating.
"I will flog the knave soundly when he comes," cried the father, vainly
endeavoring, under an appearance of sternness, to hide his inward
emotion and tenderness.
"Please, your Highness," said the messenger, making a desperate effort,
"Count Otto is not at the convent."
"Know ye, knave, where he is?"
The swain solemnly said, "I do. He is THERE." He pointed as he spake
to the broad Rhine, that was seen from the casement, lighted up by the
magnificent hues of sunset.
"THERE! How mean ye THERE?" gasped the Margrave, wrought to a pitch of
nervous fury.
"Alas! my good lord, when he was in the boat which was to conduct him to
the convent, he--he jumped suddenly from it, and is dr--dr--owned."
"Carry that knave out and hang him!" said the Margrave, with a calmness
more dreadful than any outburst of rage. "Let every man of the boat's
crew be blown from the mouth of the cannon on the tower--except the
coxswain, and let him be--"
What was to be done with the coxswain, no one knows; for at that moment,
and overcome by his emotion, the Margrave sank down lifeless on the
floor.
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