Accordingly, when the Bohemian fled, as already mentioned, out at the gate of the convent, Quentin, hastily explaining to the Prior the necessity of keeping sight of his guide, followed in pursuit of him.
CHAPTER XVII. THE ESPIED SPY.
What, the rude ranger? and spied spy? – hands off –
You are for no such rustics.
When Quentin sallied from the convent, he could mark the precipitate retreat of the Bohemian, whose dark figure was seen in the far moonlight, flying with the speed of a flogged hound quite through the street of the little village, and across the level meadow that lay beyond.
'My friend runs fast,' said Quentin to himself; 'but he must run faster yet, to escape the fleetest foot that ever pressed the heather of Glen-houlakin.'
Being fortunately without his cloak and armour, the Scottish mountaineer was at liberty to put forth a speed which was unrivalled in his own glens, and which, notwithstanding the rate at which the Bohemian ran, was likely soon to bring his pursuer up with him. This was not, however, Quentin's object; for he considered it more essential to watch Hayraddin's motions, than to interrupt them. He was the rather led to this, by the steadiness with which the Bohemian directed his course; and which continuing, even after the impulse of the violent expulsion had subsided, seemed to indicate that his career had some more certain goal for its object than could have suggested itself to a person unexpectedly turned out of good quarters when midnight was approaching, to seek a new place of repose. He never even looked behind him; and consequently Durward was enabled to follow him unobserved. At length the Bohemian having traversed the meadow, and attained the side of a little stream, the banks of which were clothed with alders and willows, Quentin observed that he stood still, and blew a low note on his horn, which was answered by a whistle at some little distance.
'This is a rendezvous,' thought Quentin; 'but how shall I come near enough to overhear the import of what passes? the sound of my steps, and the rustling of the boughs through which I must force my passage, will betray me, unless I am cautious – I will stalk them, by Saint Andrew, as if they were Glen-isla deer – they shall learn that I have not conned woodcraft for nought. Yonder they meet, the two shadows – and two of them there are – odds against me if I am discovered, and if their purpose be unfriendly, as is much to be doubted. And then the Countess Isabelle loses her poor friend! – Well – and he were not worthy to be called such, if he were not ready to meet a dozen in her behalf. – Have I not crossed swords with Dunois, the best knight in France, and shall I fear a tribe of yonder vagabonds? – Pshaw – God and Saint Andrew to friend, they will find me both stout and wary.'
Thus resolving, and with a degree of caution taught him by his silvan habits, our friend descended into the channel of the little stream, which varied in depth, sometimes scarce covering his shoes, sometimes coming up to his knees, and so crept along, his from concealed by the boughs overhanging the bank, and his steps unheard amid the ripple of the water. (We have ourselves, in the days of yore, thus approached the nest of the wakeful raven.) In this manner, the Scot drew near unperceived, until he distinctly heard the voices of those who were the subject of his observation, though he could not distinguish the words. Being at this time under the drooping branches of a magnificent weeping willow, which almost swept the surface of the water, he caught hold of one of its boughs, by the assistance of which, exerting at once much agility, dexterity, and strength, he raised himself up into the body of the tree, and sat, secure from discovery, among the central branches.
From this situation he could discover that the person with whom Hayraddin was now conversing was one of his own tribe, and, at the same time, he perceived, to his great disappointment, that no approximation could enable him to comprehend their language, which was totally unknown to him. They laughed much; and as Hayraddin made a sign of skipping about, and ended by rubbing his shoulder with his hand, Durward had no doubt that he was relating the story of the bastinading which he had sustained previous to his escape from the convent.
On a sudden, a whistle was again heard in the distance, which was once more answered by a low tone or two of Hayraddin's horn. Presently afterwards, a tall, stout, soldierly-looking man, a strong contrast in point of thewes and sinews to the small and slender-limbed Bohemians, made his appearance. He had a broad baldric over his shoulder, which sustained a sword that hung almost across his person; his hose were much slashed, through which slashes was drawn silk or tiffancy, of various colours; they were tied by at least five hundred points or strings, made of ribbon, to the tight buff-jacket which he wore, and the right sleeve of which displayed a silver boar's head, the crest of his Captain. A very small hat sat jauntily on one side of his head, from which descended a quantity of curled hair, which fell on each side of a broad face, and mingled with as broad a beard, about four inches long. He held a long lance in his hand; and his whole equipment was that of one of the German adventurers, who were known by the name of lanzknechts, in English, spearmen, who constituted a formidable part of the infantry of the period. These mercenaries were, of course, a fierce and rapacious soldiery, and having an idle tale current among themselves, that a lanzknecht was refused admittance into heaven on account of his vices, and into hell on the score of his tumultuous, mutinous, and insubordinate disposition, they manfully acted as if they neither sought the one, nor eschewed the other.
'Donner and blitz!' was his first salutation, in a sort of German-French, which we can only imperfectly imitate, 'Why have you kept me dancing in attendance dis dree nights?'
'I could not see you sooner, Meinherr,' said Hayraddin, very submissively; 'there is a young Scot, with as quick an eye as the wild-cat, who watches my least motions. He suspects me already, and, should he find his suspicion confirmed, I were a dead man on the spot, and he would carry back the women into France again.'
'Was henker!' said the lanzknecht; 'we are three – we will attack them to-morrow, and carry the women off without going farther. You said the two valets were cowards – you and your comrade may manage them, and the Teufel sall hold me, but I match your Scots wild-cat.'
'You will find that foolhardy,' said Hayraddin; 'for, besides that we ourselves count not much in fighting, this spark hath matched himself with the best knight in France, and come off with honour – I have seen those who saw him press Dunois hard enough.'
'Hagel and sturmwetter! It is but your cowardice that speaks,' said the German soldier.
'I am no more a coward than yourself,' said Hayraddin; 'but my trade is not fighting. – If you keep the appointment where it was laid, it is well – if not, I guide them safely to the Bishop's Palace, and William de la Marck may easily possess himself of them there, provided he is half as strong as he pretended a week since.'
'Poz tausend!' said the soldier, 'we are as strong and stronger; but we hear of a hundreds of the lances of Burgund, – das ist, – see you, – five men to a lance do make five hundreds, and then hold me the devil, they will be fainer to seek for us, than we to seek for them; for der Bischoff hath a goot force on footing – ay, indeed!'
'You must then hold to the ambuscade at the Cross of the Three Kings, or give up the adventure,' said the Bohemian.
'Geb up – geb up the adventure of the rich bride for our noble hauptman – Teufel! I will charge through hell first. – Mein soul, we will be all princes and hertzogs, whom they call dukes, and we will hab a snab at the wein-kellar, and at the moudly French crowns, and it may be at the pretty garces too, when He with de beard is weary on them.'
'The ambuscade at the Cross of the Three Kings then still holds?' said the Bohemian.
'Mein Got, ay, – you will swear to bring them there; and when they are on their knees before the cross, and down from off their horses, which all men do, except such black heathens as thou, we will make in on them, and they are ours.'
'Ay, but I promised this piece of necessary villainy only on one condition,' said Hayraddin. – 'I will not have a hair of the young man's head touched. If you swear this to me, by your Three dead Men of Cologne, I will swear to you, by the Seven Night Walkers, that I will serve you truly as to the rest. And if you break your oath, the Night Walkers shall wake you seven nights from your sleep, between night and morning, and, on the eighth, they shall strangle and devour you.'
