“My lord,” he answered, “I throw myself upon your mercy. I am guiltless of any crime, and was cast unjustly into prison, from which I have made my escape. If I am retaken, my life will be forfeited.”
“That is strange,” exclaimed the nobleman. “I will do my best to protect you, but I cannot venture to dispute with the law, as I might have done once on a time. As we came along we met a gang of persons, hunting, they told us, for an escaped prisoner. There is no time to be lost. Here!” and the nobleman called to one of his attendants, a tall man, very similar in figure to the woodcutter. “Here; change dresses with my old friend, and do you, as you are a bold forester and a strong, active young man, climb up into the thickest tree, and hide yourself as best you can till these hunters of their fellow-men have passed by.”
The nobleman’s orders were speedily obeyed, and Moretz, dressed in his livery, mounted the groom’s horse and rode on with the party. The groom, meantime, who had put on the old man’s clothes, affording no small amusement to his companions, climbed up into a thick tree, as he had been directed to do by his master.
“We will send thee a livery, my man, in which thou may’st return home soon, and satisfy thy hunger, which may be somewhat sharpened by longer abstinence than usual,” said the count, as he rode on.
Scarcely had these arrangements been made, when the party from the gaol in search of the fugitive came up. “Has the Count Furstenburg seen an old man in a woodcutter’s dress wandering through the forest?” inquired their leader, in a tone which sounded somewhat insolent.
“The Count Furstenburg is not accustomed to answer questions unless respectfully asked,” replied the noble; “and so, master gaoler, you must follow your own devices, and search for your prisoner where you may best hope to find him.” Then sounding his horn, he and his whole party rode on together through the forest, taking care to keep old Moretz well in their midst. Making a wide circuit, the count led them back to the castle.
Chapter Seven.
The woodcutter’s astonishment at hearing who had rescued him, and where he was to find shelter, was very great. He had always entertained a great dread of the count, who, from common report, was looked upon as a cruel tyrant. The count’s first care on reaching the castle was to send a servant with a livery in which the groom might return home, directing him in the same package to bring back the old woodcutter’s clothes. He gave him also another message: it was to visit the cottage on his return, and to give little Meta and Karl the joyous information that their grandfather was out of prison and in safe keeping.