Prince Eugene and His Times Part 87
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"Let two companies of infantry occupy the market-place," said Melac.
"Let four cannon be stationed at the entrances of the four streets leading to the cathedral. For four hours the people shall be allowed to enter with their chattels. At the end of this truce, two more companies of infantry shall be ordered hither, one of which shall surround the cathedral, the other march inside. A detachment of miners must encompa.s.s the columns and cornice of the roof with combustibles; but use no powder, for that might endanger ourselves.
There are straw, hemp, pitch, tar, and sulphur enough in the town to make the grandest show since Rome was burned. The infantry that enter the church, will ma.s.sacre the people, and if they are dexterous the booty is theirs; but they must do their work swiftly, or there will be no time to save anything, for I intend that the entire building shall be fired at once."
The monk started, grasped the mane of the horse with a movement that caused him to shy, and his rider to cry out in great irritation:
"What are you doing, fool?"
"Pardon, your excellency, my foot was under your horse's hoof, and I could not help catching at his mane."
"Keep farther away, then; I do not believe in dreams.--Away!" cried he, to the lancers, who, horror-stricken hut powerless to refuse, went on their diabolical mission,
"And now," continued Melac, "we will ride to the gates to see what sort of entertainment our hospitable hosts of Speier are preparing for us there."
He galloped off with such swiftness that his guardian-angel was left behind. But he followed as fast as he could; when-ever he met a man hastening with his goods to the cathedral, bidding him "Beware!" and pa.s.sing on. Some heeded the warning, others did not. They were so paralyzed by despair that the monk's words conveyed no meaning to their minds, and they went humbly on to their destruction.
He meanwhile hurried to the gates through which the weeping crowds were bearing, each one, what he valued most on earth. There were women, scarcely able to totter, whose dearest burdens were their own helpless children; there were men carrying sickly wives or decrepit mothers; there were others so loaded down with the few worldly goods that the odious Frenchman had left them, that their backs were almost bent in two, and they were scarcely able to drag themselves along! The nearer the gates, the denser the throng, many of whom were fainting with misery and exhaustion; but many also to whom despair lent strength.
Melac was there, enjoying the scene; sometimes glancing toward the gates, sometimes toward the wagons which, for miles around, covered the extensive plain outside of the city. The poor fainting wretches that reached them let their burdens drop, and would have made an effort to follow them, but they were told that no one would be allowed to enter the wagons until all had been filled with their wares.
CHAPTER III.
THE TREASURE.
For three hours the monk strove in vain to reach the gate; but the time of grace was fast approaching its close, and now, the press becoming less, he sped along as if he had been flying for life, until he came panting, almost breathless, to the spot where the French general, surrounded by his staff, was sitting on his horse, enjoying himself immensely.
"Ah!" said he, "our pious brother here! Well--you see that I am alive."
"Yes, and I am glad to know it," replied the monk, resuming his place at the bridle.
Melac turned to one of his adjutants: "Give orders to the drivers to go on, and let the soldiers cut down every man that attempts to mount the wagons or withdraw his effects. To get the honey, we must kill the bees. When they are all dead, the men can divide the spoils." [Footnote: Historical.--see Zimmermann, "History of Wurtemberg," vol. ii.]
"As soon as the sport is over," continued he, to another adjutant, "I will repair, with my staff, to the council-hall, there to see the illumination. Ride on, and tell the superintendent that, when he sees my handkerchief waving from the great window in the second story, he must apply his matches."
So saying, Melac put spurs to his horse, and, followed by his staff, approached the wagons, and gave a signal with his sword.
The whole train was set in motion, and the horses were urged to the top of their speed.
The unhappy victims of this demoniac stratagem gave one simultaneous shout of indignation. Those nearest the wagons strove to clutch at them with their hands. Some held on even to the wheels, some mounted the horses, some s.n.a.t.c.hed the reins. But sharp swords were near; and, at the word of command, every outstretched arm was hacked off, and fell, severed, to the ground.
A struggle now began between the soldiery and the companions of those who had been so cruelly mutilated. They were unarmed, but they had the strength of brutes at bay; and by-and-by many a sword had been s.n.a.t.c.hed from their a.s.sa.s.sins, and many a Frenchman had bitten the dust. General Melac was so interested in a fight between two soldiers and two women whose children had been driven off in the wagons, that, before he was aware of his danger, a sword was uplifted over his head, and a frenzied face was almost thrust into his own. At this moment his reins were seized, his horse was forced back, and the stout arm of the monk had wrested the sabre from the enraged German, who fell, pierced by a bullet from the holster of an officer close by.
"Was it you, pious brother, that so opportunely backed my steed?"
inquired Melac.
The monk bowed, and the general saw that his forehead was b.l.o.o.d.y.
"Are you wounded?"
"Yes, general; I received the stroke that was intended for you, but parried it, and the blow was slight."
"I am a thousand times indebted to you for the service you have rendered me, and hope that you will not leave me a second time without your sheltering presence.--Ho! a horse there for the Bernardine monk!"
No sooner were Melac's commands uttered than they were obeyed, for he that tarried when the tyrant spoke was sure to come to grief. The monk swung himself into the saddle with the agility of a trooper, and, although the horse reared and plunged, he never swerved from his seat.
"Verily you are a curious specimen of a monk," laughed Melac. "I never saw a brother so much to my taste before. Come, follow me to the market-place, and you shall see my skill in pyrotechnics. If I had but Nero's field of operations, I could rival his burning of Rome. Happy Nero, that could destroy a Rome!"
"Do you, also, envy Nero his sudden death?" asked the monk.
"Why, yes; though I would like to put off the evil day as far as may be, I hope to die a sudden and painless death."
"Sudden and painless death," muttered the monk, between his teeth.
"You allude to death on the field of battle?"
"Ay, that do I; it is the only end befitting a soldier. See--we are at the gates. The way is obstructed by corpses," continued he, urging his horse over a heap of dead that lay in the streets.
"Luckily, they will not have to be buried; they shall have a funeral pile, like that of the ancients."
"Is the entire city to be destroyed?" asked the monk.
"Yes, the whole city, from one end to the other; and these tottering old buildings will make a brave blaze."
"A brave blaze," echoed the monk, raising his mournful eyes to the long rows of houses that so lately were the abodes of many a happy family, were as empty as open graves. They continued their way along the silent streets--silent even around the cathedral, where, early in the morning, so many thousand supplicants had knelt before G.o.d and man for mercy, but knelt in vain.
Some few were within the cathedral walls, some were lying, their ghastly faces upturned to heaven, and those who had survived were wandering across their blasted fields, bereft of kindred and home, houseless, hungry, and almost naked.
General Melac glanced at the cathedral porch. That, too, was empty and still.
"I wonder whether our men have done their work over there?" said he.
"I must go and see."
Then dismounting, and flinging his bridle to his equerry, he called upon the monk to follow him. The staff also dismounted, and an officer advanced to receive orders.
"Gentlemen, betake yourselves to the hall of council, and await my return at the great window there, opposite."
The staff obeyed, and the general, followed by his preserver, ascended the steps that led to the cathedral.
"Your excellency," whispered the monk, corning very close, "before we enter, will you allow me to say a word to you?"
"I should think you had had opportunity enough to-day to say what you wish."
"Not in private, general. Until now we have had listeners."
"Well, is it anything of moment you desire to communicate?"
"Something of great importance."
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