instantly ordered her palfrey to be prepared, and
her attendants to mount. ‘I leave this place,’
said she, ’which a good Christian ought never
to have entered; I leave a house of which the master
is a sorcerer, the mistress a demon who dares not
cross her brow with holy water, and their trencher
companion one who for a wretched pittance is willing
to act as match-maker between a wizard and an incarnate
fiend!’ She then departed, with rage in her countenance,
and spite in her heart. The Baron of Arnheim then
stepped forward, and demanded of the knights and gentlemen
around, if there were any among them who would dare
to make good with his sword the infamous falsehoods
thrown upon himself, his spouse, and his kinswoman.
There was a general answer, utterly refusing to defend
the Baroness of Steinfeldt’s words in so bad
a cause, and universally testifying the belief of
the company that she spoke in the spirit of calumny
and falsehood. ’Then let that lie fall to
the ground which no man of courage will hold up,’
said the Baron of Arnheim; ’only, all who are
here this morning shall be satisfied whether the Baroness
Hermione doth or doth not share the rites of Christianity.’
The Countess of Waldstetten made anxious signs to him
while he spoke thus; and when the crowd permitted
her to approach near him, she was heard to whisper,—’O,
be not rash! try no experiment! there is something
mysterious about that opal talisman; be prudent, and
let the matter pass by.’ The baron, who
was in a more towering passion than well became the
wisdom to which he made pretence, said, ‘Are
you, too, such a fool?’ and retained his purpose.
“The Baroness of Arnheim at this moment entered
the hall, looking just so pale from her late confinement
as to render her lovely countenance more interesting,
if less animated, than usual. Having paid her
compliments to the assembled company, she was beginning
to inquire why Madame de Steinfeldt was not present,
when her husband made the signal for the company to
move forward to the chapel, and lent the baroness his
arm to bring up the rear. The chapel was nearly
filled by the splendid company, and all eyes were
bent on their host and hostess as they entered the
place of devotion immediately after four young ladies,
who supported the infant babe in a light and beautiful
litter. As they passed the threshold, the baron
dipt his finger in the font-stone and offered holy-water
to his lady, who accepted it, as usual, by touching
his finger with her own. But then, as if to confute
the calumnies of the malevolent lady of Steinfeldt,
with an air of sportive familiarity which was rather
unwarranted by the time and place, he flirted on her
beautiful forehead a drop or two of the moisture which
remained on his own hand. The opal, on which one
of these drops had lighted, shot out a brilliant spark
like a falling star, and became the instant afterwards
lightless and colourless as a common pebble, while
the beautiful baroness sunk on the floor of the chapel