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〃Law; Baron!〃 said the lady。



〃I will; though;〃 replied the Baron; drawing an immense sword; and

glaring round at Otto: but though at the sight of that sword and

that scowl a less valorous youth would have taken to his heels; the

undaunted Childe advanced at once into the apartment。  He wore

round his neck a relic of St。 Buffo (the tip of the saint's ear;

which had been cut off at Constantinople)。  〃Fiends!  I command you

to retreat!〃 said he; holding up this sacred charm; which his mamma

had fastened on him; and at the sight of it; with an unearthly yell

the ghosts of the Baron and the Baroness sprung back into their

picture…frames; as clowns go through a clock in a pantomime。



He rushed through the open door by which the unlucky Wolfgang had

passed with his demoniacal bride; and went on and on through the

vast gloomy chambers lighted by the ghastly moonshine: the noise of

the organ in the chapel; the lights in the kaleidoscopic windows;

directed him towards that edifice。  He rushed to the door: 'twas

barred!  He knocked: the beadles were deaf。  He applied his

inestimable relic to the lock; andwhiz! crash! clang! bang!

whang!the gate flew open! the organ went off in a fuguethe

lights quivered over the tapers; and then went off towards the

ceilingthe ghosts assembled rushed away with a skurry and a

screamthe bride howled; and vanishedthe fat bishop waddled back

under his brass platethe dean flounced down into his family

vaultand the canon Schidnischmidt; who was making a joke; as

usual; on the bishop; was obliged to stop at the very point of his

epigram; and to disappear into the void whence he came。



Otto fell fainting at the porch; while Wolfgang tumbled lifeless

down at the altar…steps; and in this situation the archers; when

they arrived; found the two youths。  They were resuscitated; as we

scarce need say; but when; in incoherent accents; they came to tell

their wondrous tale; some sceptics among the archers said〃Pooh!

they were intoxicated!〃 while others; nodding their older heads;

exclaimed〃THEY HAVE SEEN THE LADY OF WINDECK!〃 and recalled the

stories of many other young men; who; inveigled by her devilish

arts; had not been so lucky as Wolfgang; and had disappearedfor

ever!



This adventure bound Wolfgang heart and soul to his gallant

preserver; and the archersit being now morning; and the cocks

crowing lustily round aboutpursued their way without further

delay to the castle of the noble patron of toxophilites; the

gallant Duke of Cleves。





CHAPTER X。



THE BATTLE OF THE BOWMEN。





Although there lay an immense number of castles and abbeys between

Windeck and Cleves; for every one of which the guide…books have a

legend and a ghost; who might; with the commonest stretch of

ingenuity; be made to waylay our adventurers on the road; yet; as

the journey would be thus almost interminable; let us cut it short

by saying that the travellers reached Cleves without any further

accident; and found the place thronged with visitors for the

meeting next day。



And here it would be easy to describe the company which arrived;

and make display of antiquarian lore。  Now we would represent a

cavalcade of knights arriving; with their pages carrying their

shining helms of gold; and the stout esquires; bearers of lance and

banner。  Anon would arrive a fat abbot on his ambling pad;

surrounded by the white…robed companions of his convent。  Here

should come the gleemen and jonglers; the minstrels; the

mountebanks; the party…colored gipsies; the dark…eyed; nut…brown

Zigeunerinnen; then a troop of peasants chanting Rhine…songs; and

leading in their ox…drawn carts the peach…cheeked girls from the

vine…lands。  Next we would depict the litters blazoned with

armorial bearings; from between the broidered curtains of which

peeped out the swan…like necks and the haughty faces of the blond

ladies of the castles。  But for these descriptions we have not

space; and the reader is referred to the account of the tournament

in the ingenious novel of 〃Ivanhoe;〃 where the above phenomena are

described at length。  Suffice it to say; that Otto and his

companions arrived at the town of Cleves; and; hastening to a

hostel; reposed themselves after the day's march; and prepared them

for the encounter of the morrow。



That morrow came: and as the sports were to begin early; Otto and

his comrades hastened to the field; armed with their best bows and

arrows; you may be sure; and eager to distinguish themselves; as

were the multitude of other archers assembled。  They were from all

neighboring countriescrowds of English; as you may fancy; armed

with Murray's guide…books; troops of chattering Frenchmen;

Frankfort Jews with roulette…tables; and Tyrolese; with gloves and

trinketsall hied towards the field where the butts were set up;

and the archery practice was to be held。  The Childe and his

brother archers were; it need not be said; early on the ground。



But what words of mine can describe the young gentleman's emotion

when; preceded by a band of trumpets; bagpipes; ophicleides; and

other wind instruments; the Prince of Cleves appeared with the

Princess Helen; his daughter?  And ah! what expressions of my

humble pen can do justice to the beauty of that young lady?  Fancy

every charm which decorates the person; every virtue which

ornaments the mind; every accomplishment which renders charming

mind and charming person doubly charming; and then you will have

but a faint and feeble idea of the beauties of her Highness the

Princess Helen。  Fancy a complexion such as they say (I know not

with what justice) Rowland's Kalydor imparts to the users of that

cosmetic; fancy teeth to which orient pearls are like Wallsend

coals; eyes; which were so blue; tender; and bright; that while

they run you through with their lustre; they healed you with their

kindness; a neck and waist; so ravishingly slender and graceful;

that the least that is said about them the better; a foot which

fell upon the flowers no heavier than a dew…dropand this charming

person set off by the most elegant toilet that ever milliner

devised!  The lovely Helen's hair (which was as black as the finest

varnish for boots) was so long; that it was borne on a cushion

several yards behind her by the maidens of her train; and a hat;

set off with moss…roses; sunflowers; bugles; birds…of…paradise;

gold lace; and pink ribbon; gave her a distingue air; which would

have set the editor of the Morning Post mad with love。



It had exactly the same effect upon the noble Childe of Godesberg;

as leaning on his ivory bow; with his legs crossed; he stood and

gazed on her; as Cupid gazed on Psyche。  Their eyes met: it was all

over with both of them。  A blush came at one and the same minute

budding to the cheek of either。  A simultaneous throb beat in those

young hearts!  They loved each other for ever from that instant。

Otto still stood; cross…legged; enraptured; leaning on his ivory

bow; but Helen; calling to a maiden for her pocket…handkerchief;

blew her beautiful Grecian nose in order to hide her agitation。

Bless ye; bless ye; pretty ones!  I am old now; but not so old but

that I kindle at the tale of love。  Theresa MacWhirter too has

lived and loved。  Heigho!



Who is yon chief that stands behind the truck whereon are seated

the Princess and the stout old lord; her father?  Who is he whose

hair is of the carroty hue? whose eyes; across a snubby bunch of a

nose; are perpetually scowling at each other; who has a hump…back

and a hideous mouth; surrounded with bristles; and crammed full of

jutting yellow odious teeth。  Although he wears a sky…blue doublet

laced with silver; it only serves to render his vulgar punchy

figure doubly ridiculous; although his nether garment is of salmon…

colored velvet; it only draws the more attention to his legs; which

are disgustingly crooked and bandy。  A rose…colored hat; with

towering pea…green ostrich…plumes; looks absurd on his bull…head;

and though it is time of peace; the wretch is armed with a

multiplicity of daggers; knives; yataghans; dirks; sabres; and

scimitars; which testify his truculent and bloody disposition。 'Tis

the terrible Rowski de Donnerblitz; Margrave of Eulenschreckenstein。

Report says he is a suitor for the hand of the lovely Helen。  He

addresses various speeches of gallantry to her; and grins hideously

as he thrusts his disgusting head over her lily shoulder。  But she

turns away from him! turns and shuddersay; as she would at a

black dose!



Otto stands gazing still; and leaning on his bow。  〃What is the

prize?〃 asks one archer of another。  There are two prizesa velvet

cap; embroidered by the hand of the Princess; and a chain of

massive gold; of enormous value。  Both lie on cushions before her。



〃I know which I shall choose; when I win the first prize;〃 says a

swarthy; savage; and bandy…legged archer; who bears the owl gules

on a bla
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