But at the farther end of the city, near the Castle and the Carls-Thor, one warm heart was waiting to receive him; and this was the German heart of his friend, the Baron of Hohenfels, with whom he was to pass the winter in Heidelberg.  No sooner had the carriage stopped at the irongrated gate, and the postilion blown his horn, to announce the arrival of a traveller, than the Baron was seen among the servants at the door; and, a few moments afterwards, the two long-absent friends were in each other’s arms, and Flemming received a kiss upon each cheek, and another on the mouth, as the pledge and seal of the German’s friendship.  They held each other long by the hand, and looked into each other’s faces, and saw themselves in each other’s eyes, both literally and figuratively; literally, inasmuch as the images were there; and figuratively, inasmuch as each was imagining what the other thought of him, after the lapse of some years.  In friendly hopes and questionings and answers, the evening glided away at the supper-table, where many more things were discussed than the roasted hare, and the Johannisberger; and they sat late into the night, conversing of the thoughts and feelings and delights, which fill the hearts of young men, who have already enjoyed and suffered, and hoped and been disappointed.

CHAPTER VI.  HEIDELBERG AND THE BARON.

High and hoar on the forehead of the Jettenbuhl stands the Castle of Heidelberg.  Behind it rise the oak-crested hills of the Geissberg and the Kaiserstuhl; and in front, from the broad terrace of masonry, you can almost throw a stone upon the roofs of the city, so close do they lie beneath.  Above this terrace rises the broad front of the chapel of Saint Udalrich.  On the left, stands the slender octagon tower of the horologe, and, on the right, a huge round tower, battered and shattered by the mace of war, shores up with its broad shoulders the beautiful palace and garden-terrace of Elisabeth, wife of the Pfalzgraf Frederick.  In the rear are older palaces and towers, forming a vast, irregular quadrangle;—­Rodolph’s ancientcastle, with its Gothic gloriette and fantastic gables; the Giant’s Tower, guarding the drawbridge over the moat; the Rent Tower, with the linden-trees growing on its summit, and the magnificent Rittersaal of Otho-Henry, Count Palatine of the Rhine and grand seneschal of the Holy Roman Empire.  From the gardens behind the castle, you pass under the archway of the Giant’s Tower into the great court-yard.  The diverse architecture of different ages strikes the eye; and curious sculptures.  In niches on the wall of Saint Udalrich’s chapel stand rows of knights in armour, all broken and dismembered; and on the front of Otho’s Rittersaal, the heroes of Jewish history and classic fable.  You enter the open and desolate chambers of the ruin; and on every side are medallions and family arms; the Globe of the Empire and the Golden Fleece, or the Eagle