From this scene of murder the assassins rushed to the quarters of Wallenstein.  It was midnight and he had gone to bed.  He sprang up as his door was burst open, and Captain Devereux, one of the party, rushed with drawn sword into the room.

“Are you the villain who would sell the army to the enemy and tear the crown from the emperor’s head?” he shouted.

Wallenstein’s only answer was to open his arms and receive the blow aimed at his breast.  He died without a word.  Thus, with a brief interval between, had fallen military genius and burning ambition in two forms,—­that of the heroic Swede and that of the ruthless Bohemian.

THE SIEGE OF VIENNA.

Once more the Grand Turk was afoot.  Straight on Vienna he had marched, with an army of more than two hundred thousand men.  At length he had reached the goal for which he had so often aimed, the Austrian capital, while all western Europe was threatened by his arms.  The grand vizier, Kara Mustapha, headed the army, which had marched straight through Hungary without wasting time in petty sieges, and hastened towards the imperial city with scarce a barrier in its path.

Consternation filled the Viennese as the vast army of the Turks rolled steadily nearer and nearer, pillaging the country as it came, and moving onward as irresistibly and almost as destructively as a lava flow.  The emperor and his court fled in terror.  Many of the wealthy inhabitants followed, bearing with them such treasures as they could convey.  The land lay helpless under the shadow of terror which the coming host threw far before its columns.

But pillage takes time.  The Turks, through the greatness of their numbers, moved slowly.  Some time was left for action.  The inhabitants of the city, taking courage, armed for defence.  The Duke of Lorraine, whose small army had not ventured to face the foe, left twelve thousand men in the city, and drew back with the remainder to wait for reinforcements.  Count Ruediger of Stahrenberg was left in command, and made all haste to put the imperilled city in a condition of defence.

[Illustration:  THE PARLIAMENT HOUSE IN VIENNA.]

On came the Turks, the smoke of burning villages the signal of their approach.  On the 14th of June, 1683, their mighty army appeared before the walls, and a city of tents was built that covered a space of six leagues in extent.

Their camp was arranged in the form of a crescent, enclosing within its boundaries a promiscuous mass of soldiers and camp-followers, camels, and baggage-wagons, which seemed to extend as far as the eye could reach.  In the centre was the gorgeous tent of the vizier, made of green silk, and splendid with its embroidery of gold, silver, and precious stones, while inside it was kept the holy standard of the prophet.  Marvellous stories are told of the fountains, baths, gardens, and other appliances of Oriental luxury with which the vizier surrounded himself in this magnificent tent.