<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
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<p>When we two meet, we meet like rushing torrents;</p>
<p>Like warring winds, like flames from various points,</p>
<p>That mate each other's fury—there is naught</p>
<p>Of elemental strife, were fiends to guide it,</p>
<p>Can match the wrath of man.</p>
<p class="i16"><span class="smcap">Frenaud.</span></p>
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<p>The elder of our two travellers, though a strong
man and familiar with fatigue, slept sounder and
longer than usual on the morning which was now
beginning to dawn, but his son Arthur had that
upon his mind which early interrupted his repose.</p>
<p>The encounter with the bold Switzer, a chosen
man of a renowned race of warriors, was an engagement
which, in the opinion of the period in
which he lived, was not to be delayed or broken.
He left his father's side, avoiding as much as possible
the risk of disturbing him, though even in
that case the circumstance would not have excited
any attention, as he was in the habit of rising
early, in order to make preparations for the day's
journey, to see that the guide was on his duty,
and that the mule had his provender, and to discharge
similar offices which might otherwise have
given trouble to his father. The old man, however,
fatigued with the exertions of the preceding
day, slept, as we have said, more soundly than
his wont, and Arthur, arming himself with his
good sword, sallied out to the lawn in front of the
Landamman's dwelling, amid the magic dawn of a
beautiful harvest morning in the Swiss mountains.
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<p>The sun was just about to kiss the top of the
most gigantic of that race of Titans, though the
long shadows still lay on the rough grass, which
crisped under the young man's feet with a strong
intimation of frost. But Arthur looked not round
on the landscape, however lovely, which lay waiting
one flash from the orb of day to start into brilliant
existence. He drew the belt of his trusty
sword which he was in the act of fastening when
he left the house, and ere he had secured the
buckle he was many paces on his way towards the
place where he was to use it.</p>
<p>It was still the custom of that military period
to regard a summons to combat as a sacred engagement,
preferable to all others which could be
formed; and stifling whatever inward feelings of
reluctance Nature might oppose to the dictates of
fashion, the step of a gallant to the place of encounter
was required to be as free and ready as if
he had been going to a bridal. I do not know
whether this alacrity was altogether real on the
part of Arthur Philipson; but, if it were otherwise,
neither his look nor pace betrayed the
secret.</p>
<p>Having hastily traversed the fields and groves
which separated the Landamman's residence from
the old castle of Geierstein, he entered the courtyard
from the side where the castle overlooked the
land; and nearly in the same instant his almost
gigantic antagonist, who looked yet more tall and
burly by the pale morning light than he had
seemed the preceding evening, appeared ascending
from the precarious bridge beside the torrent, having
reached Geierstein by a different route from
that pursued by the Englishman.
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<p>The young champion of Berne had hanging along
his back one of those huge two-handed swords,
the blade of which measured five feet, and which
were wielded with both hands. These were almost
universally used by the Swiss; for, besides the
impression which such weapons were calculated
to make upon the array of the German men-at-arms,
whose armour was impenetrable to lighter
swords, they were also well calculated to defend
mountain passes, where the great bodily strength
and agility of those who bore them enabled the
combatants, in spite of their weight and length,
to use them with much address and effect. One
of these gigantic swords hung round Rudolph
Donnerhugel's neck, the point rattling against his
heel, and the handle extending itself over his left
shoulder, considerably above his head. He carried
another in his hand.</p>
<p>"Thou art punctual," he called out to Arthur
Philipson, in a voice which was distinctly heard
above the roar of the waterfall, which it seemed to
rival in sullen force. "But I judged thou wouldst
come without a two-handed sword. There is my
kinsman Ernest's," he said, throwing on the
ground the weapon which he carried, with the
hilt towards the young Englishman. "Look,
stranger, that thou disgrace it not, for my kinsman
will never forgive me if thou dost. Or thou
mayst have mine if thou likest it better."</p>
<p>The Englishman looked at the weapon with
some surprise, to the use of which he was totally
unaccustomed.</p>
<p>"The challenger," he said, "in all countries
where honour is known, accepts the arms of the
challenged."
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<p>"He who fights on a Swiss mountain, fights
with a Swiss brand," answered Rudolph. "Think
you our hands are made to handle penknives?"</p>
<p>"Nor are ours made to wield scythes," said
Arthur; and muttered betwixt his teeth, as he
looked at the sword, which the Swiss continued
to offer him—"<i>Usum non habeo</i> [<SPAN href="#ednote_e" name="enanchor_e" id="enanchor_e" ><i>e</i></SPAN>], I have not
proved the weapon."</p>
<p>"Do you repent the bargain you have made?"
said the Swiss; "if so, cry craven, and return in
safety. Speak plainly, instead of prattling Latin
like a clerk or a shaven monk."</p>
<p>"No, proud man," replied the Englishman, "I
ask thee no forbearance. I thought but of a combat
between a shepherd and a giant, in which God
gave the victory to him who had worse odds of
weapons than falls to my lot to-day. I will fight
as I stand; my own good sword shall serve my
need now, as it has done before."</p>
<p>"Content!—But blame not me who offered thee
equality of weapons," said the mountaineer. "And
now hear me. This is a fight for life or death—yon
waterfall sounds the alarum for our conflict.—Yes,
old bellower," he continued, looking back,
"it is long since thou hast heard the noise of
battle;—and look at it ere we begin, stranger, for
if you fall, I will commit your body to its waters."</p>
<p>"And if thou fall'st, proud Swiss," answered
Arthur, "as well I trust thy presumption leads to
destruction, I will have thee buried in the church
at Einsiedlen, where the priests shall sing masses
for thy soul—thy two-handed sword shall be displayed
above thy grave, and a scroll shall tell the
passenger, Here lies a bear's cub of Berne, slain
by Arthur the Englishman."
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<p>"The stone is not in Switzerland, rocky as it
is," said Rudolph, scornfully, "that shall bear
that inscription. Prepare thyself for battle."</p>
<p>The Englishman cast a calm and deliberate glance
around the scene of action—a courtyard, partly
open, partly encumbered with ruins, in less and
larger masses.</p>
<p>"Methinks," said he to himself, "a master of
his weapon, with the instructions of Bottaferma of
Florence in his remembrance, a light heart, a good
blade, a firm hand, and a just cause, might make
up a worse odds than two feet of steel."</p>
<p>Thinking thus, and imprinting on his mind, as
much as the time would permit, every circumstance
of the locality around him which promised
advantage in the combat, and taking his station in
the middle of the courtyard where the ground was
entirely clear, he flung his cloak from him, and
drew his sword.</p>
<p>Rudolph had at first believed that his foreign
antagonist was an effeminate youth, who would be
swept from before him at the first flourish of his
tremendous weapon. But the firm and watchful
attitude assumed by the young man reminded the
Swiss of the deficiencies of his own unwieldy implement,
and made him determine to avoid any
precipitation which might give advantage to an
enemy who seemed both daring and vigilant. He
unsheathed his huge sword, by drawing it over
the left shoulder, an operation which required
some little time, and might have offered formidable
advantage to his antagonist, had Arthur's
sense of honour permitted him to begin the attack
ere it was completed. The Englishman remained
firm, however, until the Swiss, displaying his
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bright brand to the morning sun, made three or
four flourishes as if to prove its weight, and the
facility with which he wielded it—then stood
firm within sword-stroke of his adversary, grasping
his weapon with both hands, and advancing
it a little before his body, with the blade pointed
straight upwards. The Englishman, on the contrary,
carried his sword in one hand, holding it
across his face in a horizontal position, so as to
be at once ready to strike, thrust, or parry.</p>
<p>"Strike, Englishman!" said the Switzer, after
they had confronted each other in this manner for
about a minute.</p>
<p>"The longest sword should strike first," said
Arthur; and the words had not left his mouth when
the Swiss sword rose, and descended with a rapidity
which, the weight and size of the weapon considered,
appeared portentous. No parry, however
dexterously interposed, could have baffled the
ruinous descent of that dreadful weapon, by which
the champion of Berne had hoped at once to begin
the battle and end it. But young Philipson had
not over-estimated the justice of his own eye, or
the activity of his limbs. Ere the blade descended,
a sudden spring to one side carried him from
beneath its heavy sway, and before the Swiss could
again raise his sword aloft he received a wound,
though a slight one, upon the left arm. Irritated
at the failure and at the wound, the Switzer
heaved up his sword once more, and availing himself
of a strength corresponding to his size, he
discharged towards his adversary a succession of
blows, downright, athwart, horizontal, and from
left to right, with such surprising strength and
velocity, that it required all the address of the
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young Englishman, by parrying, shifting, eluding,
or retreating, to evade a storm of which every individual
blow seemed sufficient to cleave a solid
rock. The Englishman was compelled to give
ground, now backwards, now swerving to the one
side or the other, now availing himself of the fragments
of the ruins, but watching all the while,
with the utmost composure, the moment when the
strength of his enraged enemy might become somewhat
exhausted, or when by some improvident or
furious blow he might again lay himself open to a
close attack. The latter of these advantages had
nearly occurred, for in the middle of his headlong
charge the Switzer stumbled over a large stone
concealed among the long grass, and ere he could
recover himself received a severe blow across the
head from his antagonist. It lighted upon his
bonnet, the lining of which enclosed a small steel
cap, so that he escaped unwounded, and springing
up, renewed the battle with unabated fury, though
it seemed to the young Englishman with breath
somewhat short, and blows dealt with more
caution.</p>
<p>They were still contending with equal fortune,
when a stern voice, rising over the clash of swords,
as well as the roar of waters, called out in a commanding
tone, "On your lives, forbear!"</p>
<p>The two combatants sank the points of their
swords, not very sorry perhaps for the interruption
of a strife which must otherwise have had a deadly
termination. They looked round, and the Landamman
stood before them, with anger frowning
on his broad and expressive forehead.</p>
<p>"How now, boys?" he said. "Are you guests
of Arnold Biederman, and do you dishonour his
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house by acts of violence more becoming the
wolves of the mountains, than beings to whom the
great Creator has given a form after His own likeness,
and an immortal soul to be saved by penance
and repentance?"</p>
<p>"Arthur," said the elder Philipson, who had
come up at the same time with their host, "what
frenzy is this? Are your duties of so light and
heedless a nature, as to give time and place for
quarrels and combats with every idle boor who
chances to be boastful at once and bull-headed?"</p>
<p>The young men, whose strife had ceased at the
entrance of these unexpected spectators, stood looking
at each other, and resting on their swords.</p>
<p>"Rudolph Donnerhugel," said the Landamman,
"give thy sword to me—to me, the owner of this
ground, the master of this family, and magistrate
of the canton."</p>
<p>"And which is more," answered Rudolph, submissively,
"to you who are Arnold Biederman, at
whose command every native of these mountains
draws his sword or sheathes it."</p>
<p>He gave his two-handed sword to the Landamman.</p>
<p>"Now, by my honest word," said Biederman,
"it is the same with which thy father Stephen
fought so gloriously at Sempach, abreast with the
famous De Winkelried! Shame it is, that it should
be drawn on a helpless stranger.—And you, young
sir," continued the Swiss, addressing Arthur, while
his father said at the same time, "Young man,
yield up your sword to the Landamman."</p>
<p>"It shall not need, sir," replied the young Englishman,
"since, for my part, I hold our strife at
an end. This gallant gentleman called me hither,
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on a trial, as I conceive, of courage: I can give
my unqualified testimony to his gallantry and
swordmanship; and as I trust he will say nothing
to the shame of my manhood, I think our strife
has lasted long enough for the purpose which gave
rise to it."</p>
<p>"Too long for me," said Rudolph, frankly; "the
green sleeve of my doublet, which I wore of that
colour out of my love to the Forest Cantons, is
now stained into as dirty a crimson as could have
been done by any dyer in Ypres or Ghent. But I
heartily forgive the brave stranger who has spoiled
my jerkin, and given its master a lesson he will
not soon forget. Had all Englishmen been like
your guest, worthy kinsman, methinks the mound
at Buttisholz had hardly risen so high."</p>
<p>"Cousin Rudolph," said the Landamman, smoothing
his brow as his kinsman spoke, "I have ever
thought thee as generous as thou art harebrained
and quarrelsome; and you, my young guest, may
rely, that when a Swiss says the quarrel is over,
there is no chance of its being renewed. We are
not like the men of the valleys to the eastward,
who nurse revenge as if it were a favourite child.
And now, join hands, my children, and let us
forget this foolish feud."</p>
<p>"Here is my hand, brave stranger," said Donnerhugel;
"thou hast taught me a trick of fence,
and when we have broken our fast we will, by
your leave, to the forest, where I will teach you
a trick of woodcraft in return. When your foot
hath half the experience of your hand, and your
eye hath gained a portion of the steadiness of your
heart, you will not find many hunters to match
you."
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<p>Arthur, with all the ready confidence of youth,
readily embraced a proposition so frankly made,
and before they reached the house various subjects
of sport were eagerly discussed between them, with
as much cordiality as if no disturbance of their
concord had taken place.</p>
<p>"Now this," said the Landamman, "is as it
should be. I am ever ready to forgive the headlong
impetuosity of our youth, if they will be but
manly and open in their reconciliation, and bear
their heart on their tongue, as a true Swiss
should."</p>
<p>"These two youths had made but wild work of
it, however," said Philipson, "had not your care,
my worthy host, learned of their rendezvous, and
called me to assist in breaking their purpose.
May I ask how it came to your knowledge so
opportunely?"</p>
<p>"It was e'en through means of my domestic
fairy," answered Arnold Biederman, "who seems
born for the good luck of my family,—I mean my
niece, Anne, who had observed a glove exchanged
betwixt the two young braggadocios, and heard
them mention Geierstein and break of day. Oh,
sir, it is much to see a woman's sharpness of
wit! It would have been long enough ere any of
my thick-headed sons had shown themselves so
apprehensive."</p>
<p>"I think I see our propitious protectress peeping
at us from yonder high ground," said Philipson;
"but it seems as if she would willingly
observe us without being seen in return."</p>
<p>"Ay," said the Landamman, "she has been
looking out to see that there has been no hurt
done; and now, I warrant me, the foolish girl is
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ashamed of having shown such a laudable degree
of interest in a matter of the kind."</p>
<p>"Methinks," said the Englishman, "I would
willingly return my thanks, in your presence, to
the fair maiden to whom I have been so highly
indebted."</p>
<p>"There can be no better time than the present,"
said the Landamman; and he sent through the
groves the maiden's name, in one of those shrilly
accented tones which we have already noticed.</p>
<p>Anne of Geierstein, as Philipson had before
observed, was stationed upon a knoll at some distance,
and concealed, as she thought, from notice,
by a screen of brushwood. She started at her
uncle's summons, therefore, but presently obeyed
it; and avoiding the young men, who passed on
foremost, she joined the Landamman and Philipson,
by a circuitous path through the woods.</p>
<p>"My worthy friend and guest would speak with
you, Anne," said the Landamman, so soon as the
morning greeting had been exchanged. The Swiss
maiden coloured over brow as well as cheek, when
Philipson, with a grace which seemed beyond his
calling, addressed her in these words:—</p>
<p>"It happens sometimes to us merchants, my fair
young friend, that we are unlucky enough not to
possess means for the instant defraying of our
debts; but he is justly held amongst us as the
meanest of mankind who does not acknowledge
them. Accept, therefore, the thanks of a father,
whose son your courage, only yesterday, saved
from destruction, and whom your prudence has,
this very morning, rescued from a great danger.
And grieve me not, by refusing to wear these earrings,"
he added, producing a small jewel-case,
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which he opened as he spoke: "they are, it is true,
only of pearls, but they have not been thought
unworthy the ears of a countess"——</p>
<p>"And must, therefore," said the old Landamman,
"show misplaced on the person of a Swiss
maiden of Unterwalden; for such and no more is
my niece Anne while she resides in my solitude.
Methinks, good Master Philipson, you display less
than your usual judgment in matching the quality
of your gifts with the rank of her on whom they
are bestowed—as a merchant, too, you should
remember that large guerdons will lighten your
gains."</p>
<p>"Let me crave your pardon, my good host,"
answered the Englishman, "while I reply, that at
least I have consulted my own sense of the obligation
under which I labour, and have chosen, out
of what I have at my free disposal, that which I
thought might best express it. I trust the host
whom I have found hitherto so kind will not prevent
this young maiden from accepting what is at
least not unbecoming the rank she is born to; and
you will judge me unjustly if you think me capable
of doing either myself or you the wrong, of
offering any token of a value beyond what I can
well spare."</p>
<p>The Landamman took the jewel-case into his
own hand.</p>
<p>"I have ever set my countenance," he said,
"against gaudy gems, which are leading us daily
further astray from the simplicity of our fathers
and mothers.—And yet," he added, with a good-humoured
smile, and holding one of the earrings
close to his relation's face, "the ornaments do set
off the wench rarely, and they say girls have more
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pleasure in wearing such toys than grey-haired men
can comprehend. Wherefore, dear Anne, as thou
hast deserved a dearer trust in a greater matter, I
refer thee entirely to thine own wisdom, to accept
of our good friend's costly present, and wear it or
not as thou thinkest fit."</p>
<p>"Since such is your pleasure, my best friend
and kinsman," said the young maiden, blushing
as she spoke, "I will not give pain to our valued
guest, by refusing what he desires so earnestly that
I should accept; but, by his leave, good uncle, and
yours, I will bestow these splendid earrings on the
shrine of Our Lady of Einsiedlen, to express our
general gratitude to her protecting favour, which
has been around us in the terrors of yesterday's
storm, and the alarms of this morning's discord."</p>
<p>"By Our Lady, the wench speaks sensibly!"
said the Landamman; "and her wisdom has
applied the bounty well, my good guest, to bespeak
prayers for thy family and mine, and for
the general peace of Unterwalden.—Go to, Anne,
thou shalt have a necklace of jet at next shearing-feast,
if our fleeces bear any price in the market."
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