He began to think Gerard must have escaped by the window while all the men were in the house.The longer the silence continued, the stronger grew this conviction.But it was suddenly and rudely dissipated.
Faint cries issued from the inner bedroom - Margaret's.
"They have taken him," groaned Martin; "they have got him."It now flashed across Martin's mind that if they took Gerard away, his life was not worth a button; and that, if evil befell him, Margaret's heart would break.He cast his eyes wildly round like some savage beast seeking an escape, and in a twinkling formed a resolution terribly characteristic of those iron times and of a soldier driven to bay.He stepped to each door in turn, and imitating Dierich Brower's voice, said sharply, "Watch the window!" He then quietly closed and bolted both doors.He then took up his bow and six arrows; one he fitted to his string, the others he put into his quiver.His knife he placed upon a chair behind him, the hilt towards him; and there he waited at the foot of the stair with the calm determination to slay those four men, or be slain by them.Two, he knew, he could dispose of by his arrows, ere they could get near him, and Gerard and he must take their chance hand-to-hand with the remaining pair.Besides, he had seen men panic-stricken by a sudden attack of this sort.Should Brower and his men hesitate but an instant before closing with him, he should shoot three instead of two, and then the odds would be on the right side.
He had not long to wait.The heavy steps sounded in Margaret's room, and came nearer and nearer.
The light also approached, and voices.
Martin's heart, stout as it was, beat hard, to hear men coming thus to their death, and perhaps to his; more likely so than not:
for four is long odds in a battlefield of ten feet square.and Gerard might be bound perhaps, and powerless to help.But this man, whom we have seen shake in his shoes at a Giles-o'-lanthorn, never wavered in this awful moment of real danger, but stood there, his body all braced for combat, and his eye glowing, equally ready to take life and lose it.Desperate game! to win which was exile instant and for life, and to lose it was to die that moment upon that floor he stood on.
Dierich Brower and his men found Peter in his first sleep.They opened his cupboards, they ran their knives into an alligator he had nailed to his wall; they looked under his bed: it was a large room, and apparently full of hiding-places, but they found no Gerard.
Then they went on to Margaret's room, and the very sight of it was discouraging - it was small and bare, and not a cupboard in it;there was, however, a large fireplace and chimney.Dierich's eye fell on these directly.Here they found the beauty of Sevenbergen sleeping on an old chest not a foot high, and no attempt made to cover it; but the sheets were snowy white, and so was Margaret's own linen.And there she lay, looking like a lily fallen into a rut.
Presently she awoke, and sat up in the bed, like one amazed; then, seeing the men, began to scream faintly, and pray for mercy.
She made Dierich Brower ashamed of his errand.
"Here is a to-do," said he, a little confused."We are not going to hurt you, my pretty maid.Lie you still, and shut your eyes, and think of your wedding-night, while I look up this chimney to see if Master Gerard is there.""Gerard! in my room?"
"Why not? They say that you and he - "
"Cruel! you know they have driven him away from me - driven him from his native place.This is a blind.You are thieves; you are wicked men; you are not men of Sevenbergen, or you would know Margaret Brandt better than to look for her lover in this room of all others in the world.Oh, brave! Four great hulking men to come, armed to the teeth, to insult one poor honest girl! The women that live in your own houses must be naught, or you would respect them too much to insult a girl of good character.""There! come away, before we hear worse," said Dierich hastily.
"He is not in the chimney.Plaster will mend what a cudgel breaks;but a woman's tongue is a double-edged dagger, and a girl is a woman with her mother's milk still in her." And he beat a hasty retreat."I told the burgomaster how 'twould be."