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CHAPTER XXXIV.
 THE DIVORCED DUCHESS.
Count Henry's journey was long and tedious. He halted in every
locality which seemed to offer any attraction, and even remained
nearly three weeks at Chanbery. But these delays were prompted by
political reasons, and many couriers came and went between the
Count and the Courts of Germany and France. He also visited several
of the principal towns of Italy, and his frequent interviews with the
Pisan and Genoese envoys presaged the conclusion of an offensive
and defensive alliance between these maritime republics and France
and the Emperor. Although the Count regretted this forced seclusion
of his daughter, the fair Richenza scarcely seemed to regret her
monotonous existence. On the contrary, accustomed to excite
universal admiration in the gay and brilliant French Court, the
ceremonious politeness of the young German noble amused her. It
was in vain that, to further her father's projects, she treated him
with marked distinction; he remained always the same, perfectly
courteous, but cold and reserved. At last the young Countess got
piqued, but Erwin cared little for this; he had been warned by the
Unknown of the Emperor's designs, and he was on his guard. Still,
this constant struggle between duty and temptation rendered his
position a painful one, and he regretted a hundred times his
acceptance of the mission in which he was now engaged.

One day, in the midst of a profound revery, he heard a light rap at

the door of his apartment.

"Come in!" he cried.

A veiled woman entered, but although she remained covered,

Rechberg recognized her as one of the attendants of the unknown
lady whom Antonio had intrusted to his care. Our hero was ignorant
of her rank and position, for he had never seen her face; and she
always remained in her tent, or else was so deeply veiled that he
could neither distinguish her features nor even the sound of her
voice. He often rode by her side, less through curiosity than as a
chivalrous duty; still it was impossible to penetrate the mystery
which enveloped her, and one thing alone was evident, that she was
the victim of some crushing misfortune.

Now at last, the lady had sent to request his visit, and Rechberg
followed the messenger through many tortuous streets to a house
which seemed chosen with an especial view to retirement and
melancholy, and it was not without emotion that Erwin entered the
apartment, where, surrounded by her attendants, the lady was
reclining upon a divan. Upon his entrance, she rose and advanced a
step to reply to his courteous bow, and then motioned him to a seat.
There was a long silence, during which Erwin looked attentively at
the lady, whose stature and dignified deportment announced to be
of high position.

"Count," she said, in a calm, sweet voice, "first let me thank you
for the kind protection which you have given to a very wretched
woman. Pardon me, if I have been compelled, by circumstances, to
conceal my name and character; but I still need your aid, and I trust
that, though unknown, I may count upon it."

"I have merely discharged the duties imposed by the laws of

chivalry," replied Erwin; "I am always ready to serve you."

"Thank you, my lord. You probably know that His Holiness the
Pope Alexander III. has taken refuge in France, and is at present in
a monastery on the frontiers of the Empire, not for from Laon. It is
there, near to the Father of the faithful, the support of the afflicted
and the unhappy, that I am now going."

She paused for a reply, and it seemed to Erwin that her voice was
familiar, and that he had already heard it at the Court.
 "I now learn," she resumed, "that the Holy Father, through fear
for his personal safety on account of the alliance between France
and the Emperor, intends to go to England. Should he do so, I shall
lose this opportunity of laying my sorrows at the feet of the Vicar of
Jesus Christ. To be so near the only person who can aid me in my
misfortunes, and yet not see him, will be an additional trial. You,
Count, can relieve my unhappiness by consenting to accompany me
to Laon."

"What do you ask me to do?" said Erwin. "I cannot leave the
Count of Champagne, without violating all the rules of courtesy and
incurring my sovereign's displeasure; but I will do all in my power to
persuade him to hasten his journey."

"Your efforts will be vain. The Count of Champagne is merely a

statesman who is influenced by reasons of political expediency, but
not by pity for the sufferings of a stranger."

"Still I will try."

"You will lose your time; but, perhaps, when you see my face, you
will consent to do what you have refused to a mere unknown."

She raised her veil;--Clemence, Duchess of Saxony, pale and

dejected, stood before him, the living image of grief.

"Great God!" he cried, "can it be you, noble lady? You, the most
powerful princess of the Empire, here, unprotected, without the
retinue which belongs of right to the Duchess of Saxony and
Bavaria!"

"Calm yourself," she answered. "What are rank and dignities? I

am nothing now but a poor, divorced wife, who implores your aid
and pity."

"It is true then? That infamous deed, of which they spoke so

cautiously, has really been consummated?" cried Erwin, indignantly.
"Duke of Saxony, they call thee 'the Lion,' but thou art only a lion in
cruelty! Henry, thou art an unnatural husband, a prince without
honor, the disgrace of knighthood!"

Rechberg's eyes flashed, and his hand sought his sword-hilt, as

though he would chastise the crime.

"Restrain yourself, do not blame him," said Clemence. "The fault

is entirely theirs who have led him astray, and estranged his heart
from the sentiments of duty."

"Not at all, noble Duchess; your excuses only render him more
guilty. But tell me how such iniquity could be perpetrated under the
very eyes of the Emperor? Why this visit to the Pope? Is not our
sovereign the guardian of our rights? Why did you not appeal to
him?"

"I have done so, but in vain! Frederic pities my fate, but he
neither can, nor will defend my rights."

"You say that he cannot?"

"Those were his own words. The marriage is invalidated by our

consanguinity; he is not competent to decide in matters of divorce."

"As if it were not the duty of the Emperor to prevent or punish

every act of injustice! You are related to your husband, and the
discovery has only just been made!--This is still more extraordinary."

"The discovery is entirely due to the hatred of the Chancellor

Rinaldo. Oh! how happily we lived together until that evil man came
across our path!--Then, my husband was great and noble, a lion in
war, but a lamb at home, a loving and attentive father, a tender and
affectionate husband!--And now, O my God!"

And her tears, impatient of all restraint, burst forth in torrents.

 "Calm yourself, madam! believe me, such a deed cannot be
lawfully recognized. Were there any formal proceedings? Has any
sentence been pronounced?"

"The Emperor presided at his tribunal, and the Pope decreed the
divorce! It was in vain I tried to defend my cause; I begged on my
knees for mercy; all was useless.--At last, moved by my tears and
entreaties, Victor confessed that our consanguinity was not
established, and that he had annulled the marriage by the express
command of His Majesty, and against his own convictions."

"Alas!"

"Consanguinity," said he, "is a mere pretext; State reasons of the

highest importance have compelled the Emperor to this course."

"Heavens! is it thus that justice is administered? Madam, your tale

has changed my intentions. Since the Emperor cannot protect your
rights, I will accompany you to the Holy Father. Make your
arrangements, noble lady, we will start immediately."

Gero met his master at the door, and received orders to prepare
everything for their departure. Erwin then went to his apartment,
where, with many a bitter invective against Barbarossa's conduct, he
began to put on his armor.

"And yet, I cannot go!" he said to himself, as he left his chamber.

"How annoying! What ought I to do? A true knight owes as much
respect to courtesy as to his other duties."

He laid down his lance, and went to call on Richenza. The young
Countess had just finished her toilette, as he entered, and was
exquisitely dressed in white.

"Deign to excuse my early visit, noble lady," said the Count; "I
was unable to defer it. Reasons of grave importance oblige me to
leave your party immediately; I have come, according to custom and
courtesy, to crave your permission."

"Unless you will tell me the reasons, I cannot grant your request.
Sit down, dear Count, and explain yourself. I will see if there is no
means of making you change your intentions."

He was forced to obey, and he took his seat with an

embarrassment which did not escape the young girl's notice.

"I am less able to accede to your demand, dear Count, because it

is contrary to all our arrangements. The Emperor has chosen for my
escort the best lances of German chivalry, so that you cannot,
without disrespect to His Majesty, leave me before the end of my
journey."

"It is true, noble lady, that it is an honor for me to escort you; but
there are some circumstances in which one duty must yield to
another, whose claims are still more imperative."

"Circumstances! May I ask you again for some explanations?"

"It is on account of an unfortunate lady, who up to the present

moment has travelled under my protection."

"I scarcely expected, Count, that this mysterious person would

play such a trick as this, and carry you away from us. Believe me, I
am seriously interested in her troubles, on account of the influence
she appears to exercise over you. You say that she is to be pitied;
what is the cause of her sorrow?"

"The most terrible which can possibly afflict a wife. I cannot say
more."

"Has she been married?"

 "Yes; and she has always been amiable, faithful, but now is most
unfortunate."

Richenza breathed more easily. She had no cause for uneasiness;

Erwin was still free.

"The interest you take in this misfortune is very praiseworthy,"

she said.

"Grant me leave, noble lady; this unhappy woman's only hope is

in Pope Alexander's sympathy and protection; I ought to accompany
her to his court, and I must go without delay."

"Pope Alexander should be in the Imperial camp at Laon; are we

not going in that direction?" asked Richenza.

"I believe so; but we travel so slowly."

"You have not then heard that my father has been hastily
summoned to Laon? Your visit prevented me from putting on my
riding-dress. Listen! everything is ready, and the escort is already
mounted."

They went to the window, and saw the knights and squires
issuing from their tents, and drawing up in line, upon the square in
front of the palace.
CHAPTER XXXV.
 LAON.
From this day forward, the French Ambassador hurried his
journey as much as he had hitherto delayed it. The necessary rest
was scarcely allowed to the horses, and they travelled night and day
as if under the pressure of some political interest of weighty
moment.

A grave and careworn expression had succeeded the usually gay

and jovial air of the French Count; he spoke rarely, and only in
answer to his daughter's questions. Although much fatigued,
Richenza still assured her father that she was strong enough to go
on; but, from time to time, she looked at the German noble, as if to
say,--

"I bear all the annoyances of our journey, rather than be

separated from you."

As they neared the French frontier, Erwin met several noblemen

of his acquaintance; for Barbarossa had summoned all the spiritual
and temporal princes to meet him at Laon. A great number had
already arrived, and were encamped along the banks of the Saône.

Soon the towers of Laon, where Louis VII. held his court, began
to stand out in bold relief upon the distant horizon. Crowds of
horsemen and foot-passengers were pressing towards the city, and
the road became more animated as they approached the gates.
Numerous huts lined the causeway, offering refreshments at a
moderate price; and citizens and soldiers were carousing gayly,
under the trees.

Near the drawbridge, in a position to see all who passed, were

seated, around a jug of wine, our three old acquaintances, Antonio,
Pietro Nigri, and Cocco Griffi.
 Pietro seemed much changed. His country's ruin had broken down
his proud spirit, and he showed, in his features, the grief he so
keenly felt. As to Cocco, he was always the same, and his attentions
to the banquet made up for his companions' neglect.

"I came from Dôle yesterday," said Pietro; "all the houses are
filled with knights, and you can see nothing anywhere but couriers
and soldiers. King Louis will find out one of these days where
Barbarossa will take him. If he does not intend to support the
Emperor's tyranny, and become his vassal, these German savages
will occupy the frontiers, and ravage the French territory with fire
and sword, until Louis sues for mercy."

"You are a profound statesman, Pietro," said Antonio, with a

laugh; "we are not there yet, and we will not be soon. I grant you
that Barbarossa will do his best to frighten the king; but he will think
twice before he attacks the allied powers of France and England."

"France and England, allied powers!" exclaimed Pietro. "I thought

that the two kings had quarrelled?"

"Ask Pope Alexander if he agrees with you.

"I only know this much, that Alexander has hitherto taken great
pains to bring about a reconciliation. But I also know, as every one
else does, that Louis has threatened to give the Pope up to
Barbarossa!"--

"Louis' threats are not serious," said Antonio. "He must yield to
circumstances."

"Circumstances! To my thinking, they are not very favorable!"

"One must not tell all one knows," said Antonio, shrewdly.

"So much the better, if you know all the State secrets; as for me,
I expect nothing good from the future. If France ever becomes a
vassal of the Emperor, it is all over with the liberty of Italy."

"Come, friend Pietro, do not worry over these things. Think rather
of the business which has brought you to France. Do you know what
has become of Hermengarde? How did she receive you?"

"Very kindly; but she informed me of her betrothal."

"Count Erwin is certainly a good match; still, the affair may yet fall
through.--Eh! what do I see? There he is!--Richenza is with him.--
Look at the young Countess."

The brilliant retinue of the Count of Champagne was advancing

through the midst of a crowd of admiring spectators. Richenza rode,
at the head of the escort, between Rechberg and her father. Pietro
glared at the young Count, with a muttered curse. Antonio turned
his back, and only resumed his place when the clatter of the horses'
hoofs had died away in the distance.

"Malediction on all whom the tyrant protects!" said Pietro, sullenly.

"Shame on me, not to have killed him!" and he drank deeply.

"It is a good lesson, friend Pietro! you must profit by your

chances, in future."

"I swear to revenge myself!" cried Nigri, scowling with hatred.

"Let me only meet him in the plain, or elsewhere, and he will soon
make the acquaintance of my sword."

"It would be much more simple to break off his marriage,"

sneered Antonio.

"Can you do that?" asked Pietro, eagerly. "Antonio, my life, my

fortune are yours, if you can accomplish this!--But, alas! it is
impossible!"
 "And why so? I have my own plan, and I wish him to marry
Richenza."

"Explain yourself, dear Antonio!"

"I will see Hermengarde, and tell her of the widely-spread reports
of her betrothed's marriage with the beautiful and wealthy Countess
of Champagne."

"Will she believe you?"

"And why not? I already see the effect which my revelation will
produce on Hermengarde!"

"Excellently imagined, Antonio."

"We need skill and cunning. The only difficulty will be to procure,
in proper time, the necessary proofs. But the Count of Champagne
has his castle in the neighborhood of the city.--Hermengarde is not
far distant.--Leave it to me."

During this conversation, Count Henry and his retinue moved

towards the city. He had already dispatched a nobleman to the royal
chancellor, Bishop Manasés of Orleans. On leaving the north gate,
they came at once in sight of the castle, which was built upon an
eminence overlooking the park which surrounded the hill.

The unhappy Duchess of Saxony gratefully accepted the Count's

invitation to remain in his castle during her stay at Laon. It was
there she retired with her protector, the only person who knew her
secret, until he could accompany her to the papal court; for
Alexander had not yet arrived at the town, but was residing in the
celebrated Abbey of Cluny.

As soon as he reached his apartment, the lord of the castle

hastened to change his costume. He was very uneasy, for the good
understanding, reported to exist, between Alexander and king Louis,
threatened to destroy the hopes held out to him by Rinaldo of
increasing his possessions. Naturally he wished to be positively
certain of the fact before presenting himself to his sovereign. No one
could furnish more correct data than the Bishop Manasés, who,
equally desirous of seeing the Count, hastened to the castle,
accompanied by only two servants. Scarcely had Henry of
Champagne perceived the horsemen, when he descended to the
court-yard, and embracing the prelate with great cordiality, led him
to his cabinet for a private interview.

Manasés, by the laxity of his conduct in ecclesiastical matters, had

incurred the Pope's displeasure. Alexander did not deceive himself as
to the possible consequences of his reprimands. He knew that the
Bishop would endeavor to destroy the amiable relations existing
between him and the feeble King of France; but the illustrious Pontiff
had too exalted a regard for what he considered his duty, to allow
himself to be influenced by any worldly considerations.

The exterior of the Bishop of Orleans was at once a mixture of the

ecclesiastic and the man of the world. All his movements were
stamped with a certain affected grace which was not at all natural to
him. His dress was in no way different from that of other courtiers of
rank, and the episcopal ring alone indicated his position. The cut of
his hair, which he wore long and flowing in perfumed curls, did not
conform to the canons, which enjoined that this luxury should be left
entirely to the laity. His delicate moustache was turned up at the
ends, whilst the chin and cheeks were closely shaved. A casual
examination indicated that the prelate was inclined to the pleasures
of the table.

"You have acted wisely," said Manasés, as soon as his host had
related to him the result of his interview with Frederic; "you have
acted wisely in disguising the principal point of your mission; above
all, you have done well in not stating that yon were disposed to
secede, with your domains, to the Emperor, in case Louis refused to
ratify the contract."
 "What does it matter! the contract is signed, attested, and must
be observed," answered the Count. "Our King's gallantry cannot be
used as a pretext to injure me. But how is it that Louis has so
suddenly changed his intentions and become reconciled with
Alexander?"

"I can scarcely explain it to myself. The Pope invited him to a

conference, which, in spite of my remonstrances, took place at
Montpeleier. It hardly lasted a half-hour, but it was sufficient to gain
over the king. It seems as though he has enlightened him on the
subject of Frederic's ambition; at least since then, Louis often speaks
uneasily of the Emperor's warlike preparations and his hostile
intentions towards France."

"Nothing is more apparent than Frederic's pretensions to universal

empire," replied the Count, carelessly; "but what matters it? Great
men have indisputable rights to take the lead of weaker princes."

"I see, my dear Count, that you have not lost your time at the
Imperial Court," said the Archbishop, ironically; "still you will do well
not to parade the result of your mediations at the Court of France.
Few of the crown vassals would understand you."

"I will follow your advice. But I must avow that Frederic's views in
all that concerns the Papacy do not seem right and proper. It is not
so much Alexander's person that he hates, as the pontifical chair. It
is not very Christian, and is very dangerous for the other States."

"You go too far, Count: Frederic hates only Alexander. He only

wishes to humble the proud and inflexible prelate Roland, and we
must aid him in the work. Yes," added Manasés, passionately, "this
pious man has the most absurd ideas about bishops. He would like
to turn them into monks and hermits, and shut them up in a cloister,
that he may the more easily rule them. He has already published a
bull about the length of the hair; soon, I suppose, he will give
directions about the prelates' houses, their retinues, and their style
of dress."

"Ah! I begin to understand: Alexander is too severe with the jovial

prelates," said the Count, with a smile.

"Yes," replied Manasés, "and he will punish also the noble lords
and counts who profit by every opportunity to get an award of some
fragment of Church property! But enough on this subject.--As we
have already agreed, the King must know nothing more than he
knows already. Above all, conceal your personal arrangements with
Barbarossa; that of itself would suffice to enrage him."

"Must he then not be informed of the determination which has

been taken to bring Alexander before the Council, whether he will or
not?"

"That must depend on circumstances. Let me act first; I will give

you notice in due time. I will go to work at once. Come to the Court
to-morrow."

"Why not to-day?" the Count asked.

"Because I must first prepare the King's mind. But be perfectly

easy; you are wearied by this long journey and need rest.--Louis,
you know, is very sympathetic in all bodily ailments."

"Very well, we understand each other perfectly. Farewell."

The Count accompanied the Chancellor to the courtyard, where

the latter mounted his horse and rode over to meet the King.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
 KNAVERY.
At sunrise, Antonio was prowling about the vicinity of the Count of
Champagne's castle. He passed the park-gates, and, cautious as a
fox in search of his prey, concealed himself behind a clump of
bushes near the court-yard, whence he could perceive what was
going on in the building.

"Rechberg likes early walks," he said to himself. "I shall not have
long to wait. If he only knew that Bonello's daughter is at an hour's
distance from here, nothing could prevent him going to her at once.
But as this interview would upset all my calculations, I must be
prudent.--Good, there he is at last, with his head down, as if he were
counting the pebbles on the road.--He is coming towards me as
though I had called him!--Oh! your servant, my lord Count."

"Ah! is that you, Antonio? I imagined you were still in Pavia."

"It is my duty to be wherever the master of the world is."

"I do not understand your meaning."

"You have not heard then that Barbarossa, with all his troops,
entered Dôle yesterday?"

"Indeed!"

"Your looks and your surprise rather indicate that you do not
desire to join him there."

"I wish, Antonio, that it were possible to avoid this interview.--My

troubles will begin--"