Barbarossa; An Historical Novel of the XII Century.. Conrad von Bolanden

is that you say about merchants?" said Dietho, glancing sharply at the strangers. "These are no merchants, but a troop of armed men."

      "Pshaw!" continued the first speaker, as he looked again. "There are only six, – two before and four behind; for I don't count those in the middle. It is only some of those lazy Genoese. And we are twelve here, and pretty determined fellows too! Now, Dietho, don't forget to lay it on heavily!"

      "We will lay it on heavily," said another; "for since yesterday we have had no luck at all."

      Dietho, who wore the purse at his girdle as a sign that it was he who received the tolls, carefully examined the travellers, but he seemed discontented, and shook his head.

      "There is nothing to be made here; these people advance too boldly. I believe they are Germans."

      "Well, and what of that," said the warder, who had descended from the tower. "No one passes here gratis."

      "What do you say, Dietho? Do you think a piece of gold each for the gentlefolks, and two silver pennies for the servants, would be enough?"

      Dietho shrugged his shoulders.

      "It would be enough," he said; "but I fear they will refuse to pay it."

      "Then we will force them!" cried several of the soldiers, brandishing their pikes. "A piece of gold for each gentleman, and two pence a piece for the servants, is little enough!"

      Rechberg had left Hermengarde's side, and at the head of his little troop rode forward to ascertain if Bonello's complaints were really well founded. As he approached, his noble bearing and costly armor, with the splendid horse which he rode, gave a high idea of his importance to the men-at-arms.

      "Look how his gilded helmet shines," said they, "and mark the gold on his spurs and his baldric; he is certainly a count, at least; or, mayhap, the son of some duke! – Oh! that fellow can pay, Dietho; ask at least three gold pieces!"

      Rechberg continued to advance towards the closed town, whose guardians made no movement towards opening the passage.

      "Take down the barrier, and allow me to pass," he said, politely.

      "One moment, noble sir! – Don't you perceive that the Imperial banner floats above the tower? There is a toll to pay. Frederic would find it a hard matter to keep up his army if his taxes were not paid up! Besides, his Hungarian Archers need their wages. In short, the times are hard and the toll dear!"

      The Count was provoked at the observations thus made, for they were of a nature to incense the Italians, and render the Emperor still more unpopular among them. However, he mastered his anger, and asked what there was to pay.

      "Four gold pieces!" cried a voice, for Dietho hesitated.

      "All right, you hear, four gold pieces, on account of the hard times," added Dietho. "The lady and her companion will also pay eight more, and each servant two pence, in all twelve gold pieces and twelve pennies! Little enough, too, if you but think what an army Frederic is organizing at present."

      "As well as I remember," said Erwin, "the legal toll is a penny for each person. By what right do you raise it a hundredfold?"

      "I told you once already," replied Dietho; – "it is because the times are hard."

      "Besides, we are not here to give explanations to milk-sops," said a voice from within. "Pay, or leave the bridge!"

      "Miserable hound! do you dare to speak thus to a knight?" cried Erwin, passionately. "Here are your twelve pennies; now clear the way!"

      "The varlets may pass," said Dietho, coolly pocketing the money; "but for the others to cross this beautiful bridge, which has cost so much money to build, there are just twelve pieces too few!"

      "If you do not do your duty at once," said the knight, laying his hand on his sword, "I will compel you."

      At this, the guard burst into a loud laugh of derision.

      "Come on then," they cried; "if that is your game, we will give you a lesson in arithmetic."

      Rechberg was disposed to force the passage, but Bonello hastened to interfere.

      "Have no difficulty with those people," he cried; "I will pay what they ask!"

      "No! you shall not," said the Count. "This robbery of travellers, in the name of the Emperor, is a crime which must not go unpunished. Leave me; it is a meritorious action to chastise such scoundrels!"

      All at once Herman appeared; he had overheard the quarrel, and now came to give assistance to his men.

      Erwin lowered his visor, for the prefect knew him, and the young man wished to be positive of his complicity.

      "What is the matter?" asked Herman.

      "It is fortunate that you are here, my lord," replied Dietho. "This young man has been threatening to use his sword against us because we would not allow his whole party to cross for twelve paltry pennies."

      "For twelve pennies! – You and your retinue! – You could not have seriously thought it," said Herman to the Count.

      "Twelve pennies are just the legal tax, for we are but nine persons in all."

      "Ah!" said the prefect; "perhaps you mean to teach me my duty, and what I have the right to ask?"

      "The law has fixed the tariff sufficiently."

      "Has it, indeed! Dietho, what did you charge this gentleman?"

      "Twelve pieces of gold for the three nobles, and twelve pennies for the servants. – Pardon me if my demand was too moderate."

      "It was, indeed, too moderate," cried Herman, glancing towards Bonello. – "You traitors have compelled the Emperor to cross the Alps, and now, if I am to judge by your lowered visor, you wish to force the bridge! – Very well, come on. We are ready for you!"

      The Count, at last fully convinced that the Governor was as guilty as his soldiers, raised his visor, and showed his face flushed with anger.

      Herman was thunderstruck, and could scarcely falter out, -

      "Oh, my dear Count, pardon! I crave you a thousand pardons! It is all a mistake, – but who could have supposed for a moment-?"

      But the more he endeavored to apologize for his villainy, the more embarrassed he became. The soldiers, meanwhile, perceiving the sudden change in their master's demeanor, hastened to remove the barrier.

      "It is not my place to pardon," said Rechberg; "you must explain your gross abuse of authority to His Majesty, who shall be acquainted with everything."

      He turned abruptly, and crossed the bridge with his companions.