flight, and you will fall a
victim to his resentment."
"I value not my life," said the stranger, "and it will be some comfort
to lose it in
trying to deliver you from his tyranny."
"Generous youth," said Isabella, "how shall I ever requite - "
As she uttered those words, a ray of moonshine, streaming through a
cranny of the ruin above, shone directly on the lock they sought.
"Oh! transport!" said Isabella; "here is the trap-door!" and, taking
out the key, she touched the spring, which, starting aside, discovered
an iron ring. "Lift up the door," said the Princess.
The stranger obeyed, and beneath appeared some stone steps
descending
into a vault
totally dark.
"We must go down here," said Isabella. "Follow me; dark and
dismal as
it is, we cannot miss our way; it leads directly to the church of St.
Nicholas. But, perhaps," added the Princess
modestly, "you have no
reason to leave the castle, nor have I farther occasion for your
service; in a few minutes I shall be safe from Manfred's rage - only
let me know to whom I am so much obliged."
"I will never quit you," said the stranger
eagerly, "until I have
placed you in safety - nor think me, Princess, more
generous than I
am; though you are my
principal care - "
The stranger was interrupted by a sudden noise of voices that seemed
approaching, and they soon
distinguished these words -
"Talk not to me of necromancers; I tell you she must be in the castle;
I will find her in spite of enchantment."
"Oh, heavens!" cried Isabella; "it is the voice of Manfred! Make
haste, or we are ruined! and shut the trap-door after you."
Saying this, she
descended the steps precipitately; and as the
stranger hastened to follow her, he let the door slip out of his
hands: it fell, and the spring closed over it. He tried in vain to
open it, not having observed Isabella's method of
touching the spring;
nor had he many moments to make an essay. The noise of the falling
door had been heard by Manfred, who, directed by the sound, hastened
thither, attended by his servants with torches.
"It must be Isabella," cried Manfred, before he entered the vault.
"She is escaping by the subterraneous passage, but she cannot have got
far."
What was the
astonishment of the Prince when, instead of Isabella, the
light of the torches discovered to him the young
peasant whom he
thought confined under the fatal helmet!
"Traitor!" said Manfred; "how camest thou here? I thought thee in
durance above in the court."
"I am no traitor," replied the young man
boldly, "nor am I answerable
for your thoughts."
"Presumptuous villain!" cried Manfred; "dost thou
provoke my wrath?
Tell me, how hast thou escaped from above? Thou hast corrupted thy
guards, and their lives shall answer it."
"My poverty," said the
peasantcalmly, "will disculpate them: though
the ministers of a tyrant's wrath, to thee they are
faithful, and but
too
willing to
execute the orders which you unjustly imposed upon
them."
"Art thou so hardy as to dare my vengeance?" said the Prince; "but
tortures shall force the truth from thee. Tell me; I will know thy
accomplices."
"There was my accomplice!" said the youth, smiling, and pointing to
the roof.
Manfred ordered the torches to be held up, and perceived that one of
the cheeks of the enchanted casque had forced its way through the
pavement of the court, as his servants had let it fall over the
peasant, and had broken through into the vault, leaving a gap, through
which the
peasant had pressed himself some minutes before he was found
by Isabella.
"Was that the way by which thou didst
descend?" said Manfred.
"It was," said the youth.
"But what noise was that," said Manfred, "which I heard as I entered
the cloister?"
"A door clapped," said the
peasant; "I heard it as well as you."
"What door?" said Manfred
hastily.
"I am not acquainted with your castle," said the
peasant; "this is the