Chapter 41 Chapter VII

Same as Siegfried: When De Lauf was about to leave for Marburg, he did not expect that the postman brought him a letter from Rotgier about the news of the court in Masovia.This news deeply moved the old crusader knight.First of all, it is evident from the letter that Rotgier presented the events of Jurand in the presence of Prince Januszy in a very clever and well-mannered manner.Siegfried read with a smile that Rotgier further demanded that the Duke hand over Spychoff to the Knights as compensation.However, when I read on, I saw some unexpected and not very favorable news.Rotgier said that in order to better demonstrate the innocence of the Knights in the robbery of Jurand's daughter, he had thrown down the gauntlet on the knights of Masovia, to those who doubted To challenge, to appeal to the judge of God, that is to say, to duel these men before the whole court. "No one took up the gauntlet," Rotgier continued, "because everyone saw that Jurand himself testified for us in his letter, and they were afraid of the judgment of God, but suddenly a young man, It is the young man we saw in the forest palace, but he stepped forward and picked up the iron gauntlet. Please don't worry, pious and wise mage, because of this, I have to postpone my return date. Since I have chosen Since I am doing this for the glory of the Knights, I believe that no matter whether it is the grand master or the mage I respect and sincerely love with the emotion of being a child, you will not Blame me for that. My adversary was nothing short of a child, and, you know, I'm no novice in duels, so to shed his blood for the honor of the Order was a breeze for me, especially with the help of Christ Of course, Christ cares more about those who wear his cross than he cares about the grievances of a Jurand or an insignificant Majur girl!" Siegfried heard that Jurand's daughter was a knot. The married woman was amazed.At the thought that there might be another one eyeing him.He was terrified when a new and vengeful enemy took over in Spiehof.He thought, "Obviously he will never miss the chance of revenge, especially if he returns his wife, who told him that we took her from the forest palace, then he will take revenge." Yes, it will be seen at once that we have tricked Jurand into this place to destroy him, and no one will believe that we will give him his daughter back." And so Siegfried burst out And it occurred to me that, because of the constant letters from the Duke, the Grand Master might be conducting an investigation in Sztno, in order to at least clear himself up in front of the Duke, because for the Grand Master and the Priest it would be impossible for the Grand Master and the Priest to join forces with the mighty Poland. The kings were at war, and it was important to have the dukes of Masovia on their side.The Duke has a large army of Majur knights, and his power must not be underestimated.Keeping peace with him can fully guarantee the safety of the Knights' borders and better gather strength.Siegfried often heard people talk about it in Marburg, and people often expressed the hope that after defeating the king, they could find another excuse to attack Masovia, and then the place would be restored. Can't escape the palm of the Crusader Knights.This is a foolproof plan.Therefore, the grand master will definitely try his best not to anger Duke Janusi for the time being, because this prince who is married to the daughter of Gestudot is more difficult to compromise than Ziemowit of Plotsk, whose wife is due to a certain situation. For unknown reasons, he is completely loyal to the Knights.

Thinking of this, the old man Siegfried, who was ready to do all kinds of evil, treachery and cruelty for the sake of the Knights and its reputation, had to make careful calculations: "Letting go of Jurand and his daughter Wouldn't it be better? Put the crime and the bad deed on Dunwiert, who is dead anyway; and even if the grand master punishes us for being Dunwiert's accomplices with Rotgier and myself, But wouldn't it be better for the Knights?" But at the thought of Jurand, his vengeance and cruelty were vicious again. Let him go, this oppressor and executioner of the Knights of the Crusader, this victor in many battles, the one who made the Knights so ugly, so miserable, so many defeated, this Murderer of Dunwiert, victor of de Bergove, slayer of Meinger, Godfried, and Hughes, who shed even more blood on the Germans at Sciutno than in a bad battle More blood was shed for the Germans. "No, I can't let him go! I can't!" Siegfried said again and again excitedly, and at the thought, his ten greedy fingers clenched convulsively, and his old and thin chest felt heavy. undulating. "However, what if it would bring great benefit and honor to the Knights? In that case, if the accomplices who are still alive are punished, perhaps Duke Janusi will reconcile with his enemies and sign a contract with the Knights. Wouldn't a treaty, or even an alliance, remove this obstacle? They're very hot-tempered," thought the old "comto" again: "but if you show them any kindness, they'll soon forget it." Resentful. Hey, the Duke himself was captured by us in his own country? Beware of their revenge.  …”

Then he walked up and down the hall in a distraught state, then stopped in front of the crucifix, which faced the door and took up almost the entire wall between the left and right windows, and knelt down. Go down and say: 'Reveal me, O Lord, teach me, for I do not know what to do!If I release the Jurands, then all our actions will be completely exposed, and the world will not say that it was Dunveld or Siegfried, but will blame the Crusader Order, the entire Knight Order It will be humiliated, and the Duke's hatred will grow infinitely.If they are not released, locked up, or concealed, the Order will be suspected, and I will have to blaspheme my mouth and lie before the Grand Master.What shall we do, Lord?Teach me, enlighten me.If I must be vengeful, let it be in your justice; but teach me and enlighten me now, because your religion is involved, and whatever you order, I will do it, even if it makes me do it. Prison, put me to death, and put me in shackles, I am willing. "

He leaned his forehead on the wooden cross and prayed for a long time; it never occurred to him that this prayer itself was wicked and blasphemous.Then he stood up with peace of mind, thinking that the wooden cross had favored him and given him a reasonable and wise idea, as if a voice from heaven said to him: "Get up, wait for Roth Let's talk about it when Ji Ai comes back." Yes!Rotgier must wait.He would certainly kill the young man; then it would be decided whether to hide the Jurands or set them free.If they were hidden, yes, the duke would never forget them; but since there was no certainty who had taken the girl, he would look for her, and he would write to the grand master, not to blame the grand master, but Make a request to him, then this matter will drag on for a long time.If they were released, his joy at seeing Jurand's daughter return must have outweighed his desire to avenge her robbery. "We can also affirm that we found her only after Jurand's atrocity." This last thought completely reassured Siegfried.As for Jurand himself, that was not enough; for he and Rotgier had already figured out a way to prevent Jurand from avenging himself or endangering them, should it be necessary to release Jurand.Thinking of this, Siegfried's cruel heart became happy.He also rejoiced at the thought of God's Judgment, which was about to take place at the Ciechanov Castle.As for the outcome of this fatal duel, he was not at all worried.He remembered a contest in Königsberg, when Rotgier subdued two warriors who were considered invincible in Antigav.He also recalled the duel near Wilno, in which a Polish knight, Spitko of Merkhidin, also died at the hands of Rotgier.Thinking of this, his face immediately glowed and his heart was full of joy, because when Rotkier was already a fairly famous knight, it was he who led him to expedition to Lithuania for the first time and taught him the best way to fight against that nation; So he loved Rotgier as he loved his own son, with such a deep emotion that only those who have a strong love in their hearts can express it.Now the "younger son" will once again bleed the hated Poles and return with honor.Well, this is God's judge, and at the same time, the Knights will reassure others of their suspicions. "God's judge..." In the blink of an eye, a feeling similar to fright came over the heart of the old crusader knight again.See, Rotgier must fight to the death to defend the innocence of the Knights of the Crusader.Yet they were guilty; so he fought for lies... What if something bad happened to him?But for a while Siegfried felt that this was impossible.yes!Rotgier wrote very reasonable: "There is also the help of Christ, who of course cares about those who wear his cross, and does not care about the grievances of a Jurand or a Majur girl." Yes. , Rotgier will be back in three days, and will definitely return in triumph.

① refers to a duel. The old crusader comforted himself in this way, but at the same time he wondered if it would be better to send Danusia temporarily to some remote, remote castle, where all the efforts of the Majurs could not rescue her. .After hesitating for a while, he dismissed the idea.To take public action and sue the Knights, that is only possible for Mademoiselle Jurand's husband.But he was about to die at the hands of Rotgier.What followed were inquiries, interviews, correspondence and complaints.But such formalities only prolong the matter considerably, and make the truth more and more confused and obscure, and, needless to say, indefinitely. "When they find out something," said Siegfried to himself, "I'm dead, and Miss Jurand will grow old in our prison. Having said that, I will order the castle Be ready for all defenses, and also be ready for the road, because I don't yet know exactly how the engagement at Rotgier will turn out. So I'll have to wait."

Rotgier had said that he would be back within three days, but two days had passed in the blink of an eye; the third and fourth days passed, and no retinue had yet arrived at the gate of Schitno.It was not until the fifth day, when it was almost dark, that there was a sound of horns in front of the bastion of the castle gate.Siegfried, who had just said vespers, immediately sent a boy to see who was coming. After a while, the boy came back with an uneasy expression.But because of the darkness, the fire in the stove was far behind and could not illuminate the whole room, and Siegfried did not notice this.

"Have they returned yet?" asked the old crusader knight. "I'm back!" the boy replied. But the tone of the boy's voice startled the old crusader, and he asked: "Has Master Rotgier returned, too?" "They brought back Master Rotjière." Siegfried stood up quickly, held on to the armrest of the chair for a long time to prevent himself from falling, and then asked sullenly: "Bring me my coat." The boy threw his coat over his shoulders.The old knight evidently regained his spirits, for he drew his hood up without assistance, and went out.

After a while, he came to the courtyard of the castle, and it was completely dark; he walked slowly on the melting snow, and walked towards the retinue who came in.He stopped beside the retinue, where a group of people had already surrounded, and several guards held torches, illuminating the place brightly.As soon as the servants saw the old knight approaching, they made way for him.The torchlight illuminated the terrifying faces of the people, only to hear people whispering in the dark behind: "Master Rotgier..." "Master Rotgier has been killed. . . . " Siegfried went up to the sleigh, on which the body lay on grass and covered with a coat; he lifted a corner of the coat.

"Get a fire," he said, pulling back his hood. A servant brought a torch to the corpse, and the old crusader examined Rotgier's head in the light; his face was pale and frozen, and a black handkerchief was tied up to his beard, evidently for Let the lips of the dead close.The whole face was constricted and completely deformed, and it was almost impossible to recognize him.The eyes were closed tightly, and there were bruises around the eye sockets and around the temples, and scales seemed to grow on Frost's face.The old knight watched for a long time in the dead silence.People looked at him because everyone knew that he treated Rotgier like a father and loved Rotgier.But the old man did not shed a single tear, but his face was more severe than usual, showing a kind of paralyzed calm.

"That's how they sent him back!" he said at last. He turned at once to the steward of the castle and said: "Have a coffin ready before midnight and deposit the body in the chapel." "There is still a mouthful of the coffins made for those Jurand killed;" said the deacon. "Just cover the body with sackcloth, and let me order it." "Put him a coat," said Siegfried, covering Rotgier's face. "Not this coat, but the Knight's coat." After a while, he added another sentence: "Don't nail the lid on the coffin."

People all came up to the snowmobile.Siegfried pulled his hood up again and was about to walk away when he remembered something and asked: "Where is Van Krist?" "He was killed too," answered one of the servants, "because the body was rotten, and we had to bury him in Ciechanov." "OK. He went, walked very slowly, entered the room, and sat down in the same chair in which he had sat when he heard the news; Worried, he poked his head into the door from time to time to look.Hour by hour passed.The customary bustle of the castle ceased, but there was a continual faint sound of beating on the other side of the chapel; and then no sound broke the stillness save the shouts of the soldiers on the night watch. It was midnight when the old knight woke up as if from a deep sleep, and called out to his servant. "Where is Master Rotjière?" he asked. The boy, terrified by the silence, the series of accidents, and the lack of sleep, evidently did not understand what the old man meant, but looked at him in alarm, and replied in a trembling voice: "I don't know, my lord..." The old man suddenly laughed horribly, and said softly: "Son, I was asking if you had sent him to church yet." "Send it in, my lord." "That's good. Tell Diedrich to come here with the key and the lantern, and when I come back tell him to bring a keg of coal. Is the chapel lit?" "Candles were lit all around the coffin." Siegfried put on his coat and went out. As soon as he entered the chapel, he looked round to see if there were any other persons; then, closing the door carefully, he went up to the coffin, and removed two candles from the six large brass candlesticks which stood before the body. and then knelt down in front of the coffin. His lips did not move, which showed that he was not praying.For a while, he just looked at Rotgier's frozen, but still beautiful face, as if trying to find the remaining life in it. Then, in the dead silence of the chapel, he cried in a low voice: "Dear little son! Dear little son!" Then he fell silent, as if waiting for an answer. He reached out, put his thin, animal-clawed fingers under the coat that covered Rotjière's body, and groped over his chest, touching the top and bottom, the center, and under the ribs. He looked at the side, and both shoulder blades, and he felt the wound, which ran from the top of the right shoulder to the armpit; Shouted loudly: "Oh! . . . how cruel! . . . You say that fellow is a child! . . . You have a whole arm chopped off! A whole arm! How many times have you raised this with one arm against the heathen. . . . Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. You fought for injustice, and therefore died in injustice, God forgive me, may your soul . . . " The words suddenly stopped on his lips, his lips trembled, and the chapel was once again silent. "Dear little son! Dear little son!" There was a pleading tone in Siegfried's voice, and he lowered his voice, as if his plea contained some important and terrible secret. "Merciful Christ! . . . If you are not condemned, make a sign, move your hand, or blink your eyes, for my old heart is moaning in my breast. . . . Make a sign, I How much I love you, say it! He rested his hands on the side of the coffin, and waited with his vulture-like eyes on Rotgier's closed eyelids. "Ah!" he said at last, "how can you talk when you are frozen and stank? Since you are silent, I will tell you something, if you fly in these candlelights Souls among you listen!" He leaned down and faced the face of the corpse. "Remember when the priest didn't let us kill Jurand, did we take an oath? Well, I'll keep that oath, but wherever you are now, I'll make you happy, even if it means I To hell." Having said this, he left the coffin, replaced the candlesticks in their place, covered the body with his coat, and went out of the chapel. The boy was fast asleep by the door; Diedrich was already waiting in the room by Siegfried's orders.The man was short and stout, with bow legs and a square face, his face hidden by a black turban that stretched down to his shoulders.He wore a jacket of untanned buffalo leather, around his waist a belt of buffalo leather, on which hung a bunch of keys and a short knife, and in his right hand he carried a parchment lantern and in his left a Just a keg and a torch. "Are you ready?" Siegfried asked. Diedrich made a silent salute. "I told you to bring a bucket of coal." Still the little man said nothing; he just pointed to the burning wood in the fire, took the shovel by the hearth, put the burning coals in the barrel, lit his lantern, and waited. "Listen, dog," said Siegfried, "you once revealed what the Earl of Dunwiert ordered you to do, so the Earl ordered your tongue to be cut out. But you can still sign with your fingers to the priest Informant. I therefore forewarn you that if you make the slightest gesture to reveal to the priest what I am ordering you to do, I will order you to be hanged." Diedrich made another silent salute, but his face was taut with horror and ominous remembrance; for his tongue was cut out for another reason than Siegfried said. like that. "Now go ahead and lead me to the dungeon where Jurand is confined." The executioner picked up the coal bucket with one big hand, lifted the lantern, and walked away at the head, past the guard who was sleeping beside the door, got off the escalator, turned a corner, and did not walk towards the gate, but Go straight to the small corridor behind the escalator until you reach the end of the house, to a large iron door hidden in an alcove.Diedrich opened the iron gate, and they came to a small open-air courtyard surrounded by high-walled granaries, where grain was stored in case the castle was besieged.Below a warehouse on the right is a dungeon.There were not a single guard there, because even if the prisoner could escape from the dungeon, he could only come to the courtyard, and the only exit from this courtyard was the door in the alcove. "Wait a minute," said Siegfried, resting against the wall, for he was not feeling well; he was out of breath, as if the stiff chain mail was binding his chest too tightly.In fact, what he went through was beyond his old age.He felt great beads of sweat seep from his forehead, pressed under the hood; so he stopped to catch his breath. Although the daytime was cloudy, the night sky was very bright, the small courtyard was very brightly illuminated by the moonlight, and the snow was also shining with a yellowish light.Siegfried took a deep breath of the cool air.It occurred to him that it was also on such a moonlit night that Rotgier set off for Ciechanov, died alive and returned dead. "And now you're lying in the chapel," murmured Siegfried. Diedrich, thinking that Comto was talking to him, held up the lantern and shone it on the old man's face, which was so hideous and haggard that it looked like an old vulture. "Lead the way!" said Siegfried. Diedrich lowered the lantern again, circles of yellow light shone on the snow, and they walked on again.There is a pit on the thick wall of the warehouse, and a few steps into it, there is a large iron gate.Diedrich opened the door and descended a escalator through a dark narrow passage, holding a lantern aloft to light the way for Comto.At the end of the escalator was a corridor with very low doors leading to the cells from right to left. "To Jurand's cell!" ordered Siegfried. After a while, the latch slammed and they entered, and it was pitch black inside.Siegfried couldn't see clearly under the dim light of the lantern, so he ordered the torch to be lit, and the light from the torch made him see Jurand lying on the haystack.The prisoner's feet were shackled, and the chains on his hands were longer, allowing him to put food into his mouth.He was still wearing the burlap shirt he wore at the trial, but it was stained with many bright red blood spots, because on the day the battle ended, the knight who was mad with pain was unfortunately caught in the net, and the soldiers wanted to take the opportunity to kill him. , and stabbed him with a halberd, so that his body was covered with wounds.Later the priest intervened, and Jurand was not beaten to death on the spot, but he bled so much that he was half dead when he was carried into the dungeon.The people in the castle thought at every moment that he was going to die.But his prodigious physical strength finally overcame death, though he was cast in a dreadful dungeon with no one to heal his wounds.When the snow melted in Baida, the snow dripped from the roof, but when it froze, the walls were covered with thick snow and icicles. The limp man in chains lying on the haystack looked like a stone statue carved from flint.Siegfried ordered Diedrich to shine the light of the fire directly into Jurand's face, and stared at it for a while in silence.Then he turned to Diedrich and said: "See, he has only one eye—blind it." There was a note of sickness and feebleness in his voice, which made the dreadful order sound all the more horrible, and made the torch which the executioner held tremble a little.Still, he turned the torch close to Jurand's face, and in an instant large drops of hot pitch fell into Jurand's eyes until they covered the eyes, the eyebrows and the protruding cheekbones. Jurand's face twitched, his gray mustache quivered, but he made no complaint.Whether it was due to fatigue or to the extraordinary perseverance of his amazing nature, he didn't even groan. Siegfried said: "We promised to release you, and we will. However, in order to prevent you from accusing the Knights, your tongue that speaks ill of the Knights should also be cut off." He gestured again to the hangman, who answered with a strange guttural sound, signaling to the old man that he would have to use both hands for this, and that Comto should be asked to carry a torch. Siegfried took the torch from him, stretched out his hand, trembling.When Diedrich's knees were on Jurand's chest, the old crusader turned his head hastily and looked at the hoarfrost-covered wall. The chains jingled for a while, then there was a heavy gasp like a muffled, deep moan, and then all was still. Finally, Siegfried said: "You deserved your punishment, Jurand; but I have promised the mage Rotjière, who was beaten to death by your son-in-law, to put your right hand in his coffin." Diedrich had just got up from his previous errand, when he heard Siegfried's words, he bent down again on Jurand's prostrate body. It was not long before the old Komto and Diedrich were again in the moonlit courtyard.When they entered the corridor again, Siegfried took the lantern from Diedrich, and then a black thing wrapped in rags, and said aloud to himself: "First to the chapel, then to the tower." Diedrich gave him a bright look, and "Komto" ordered him to go to bed; the old man put on his coat, hung the lantern in the bright window of the chapel, and went away.Along the way, he meditated on what he had just done.He was absolutely convinced that his end had come, and these deeds were his last deeds in this world, and he was about to explain these things before God.But his soul, the soul of a "crusader knight", although cruel rather than false, can't help him. After all, he is used to deceit, assassination, and concealing the bloody deeds of the knights; For himself and for the Knights, he shirked the scandal and responsibility for tormenting Jurand.Diedrich was too dumb to speak, and though he could have made the priest understand him by gestures, he dared not do so.Then what are you afraid of?No one will know.Why can't it be said that Jurand suffered these traumas in the struggle.A spear pierced his mouth, and he could lose his tongue in a single stroke.An ax or a sword would have killed his right hand in an instant.He had only one eye, so is it any wonder that he stabbed the other blind in the confusion when he threw himself madly on the entire garrison of Sztno?well!O Jurand!Suddenly his heart throbbed with the last joy of life.Yes, if Jurand survives, they will set him free.Thinking of this, Siegfried remembered that once he had discussed this matter with Rotkier, the young mage laughed and said: "Then let his eyes guide him to where he can go." Well, if he can't find Spychoff, let him ask along the way." So what they are doing now is part of the pre-arranged plan of the two of them.Now Siegfried went into the chapel again, put Jurand's bloody hand at Rotgier's feet, and knelt before the coffin; It disappeared in a flash. "You see," said he, "that I have done more than we had agreed upon. For King John of Luxembourg, blind, went on fighting, and died with honor, while Jurand, who did not live long, would die. Died under the fence like a dog." At this moment he felt again the same breathless discomfort he had felt on the way to Jurand's cell, as if a heavy iron helmet was pressed on his head, but this disappeared at once.He took a deep breath and said: "Ah! my hour has come too. You are my only kin; and now I have none. I swear to you, if I live, my little son, I will kill the one who killed you." Take it with one hand and put it on your grave, or I would rather die. Your murderer is still alive..." Speaking of this, the old crusader knight gritted his teeth, his whole body twitched violently, and was speechless for a long time.Later, he continued intermittently: "Yes, the murderer who killed you is still alive, but I must chop him into meat paste... and those who were with him, I must make them suffer more than death..." He stopped talking. Immediately he stood up again, went up to the coffin, and said softly: "And now I bid you farewell... for the last time I took a good look at your face; perhaps I could read in your face whether you liked my promise...for the last time." He lifted Rotgier's visor, but he drew back suddenly. "You're laughing..." he said, "but how terribly you laugh..." In fact, the frozen body under the cloak had already thawed.Perhaps due to the heat of the burning candle, the decay was rapid, and the countenance of the young "Komto" was indeed horrific.The mouth was grotesquely swollen and leaden, with two bluish, swollen, crooked lips that looked as if they were grinning. Siegfried hastily covered the horrible face of death. He took the lantern and left the chapel.He felt out of breath for the third time, and as soon as he entered the room he collapsed on the hard bed of his order and lay there for a while without moving.He thought he would fall asleep, but suddenly a strange feeling came over him; he felt that he would never be able to sleep again, and that if he stayed in that room, death would come at once. Siegfried, who was extremely tired and did not want to sleep, was not afraid of death; on the contrary, he saw death as a great relief.However, he didn't want to die that night.So he sat up on the bed and cried: "Let me live until tomorrow." Then, he clearly heard a voice whispering in his ear: "Get out of this house. To-morrow will be too late, and you will never keep your promise. Go!" "Komto" stood up with difficulty and walked out.The guards shouted passwords to each other on the school bunker on the city wall.The lights from the windows of the chapel shone yellow on the snow ahead.Near the stone wall in the middle of the yard, there are two black dogs dragging a black rag to play.Otherwise, the yard was empty and silent. "Go away tonight!" said Siegfried. "I am very tired, but I must go... Everyone is asleep. Jurand is almost tortured, and probably fell asleep. Only I cannot sleep. I must go. I must go, because Death is there The house is waiting for me, and I swear to you... Let death come again; the Sandman will not come now. You are laughing, but I have no strength. You are laughing, and you are obviously very happy. But, You see, my fingers are numb, my hands are useless, I can't do it myself... the servant who slept with her can do it..." Talking to himself like this, he walked towards the tower next to the gate with heavy steps.Just then two dogs playing near the stone wall came running up and wagging their heads at him.Siegfried recognized one of the great hounds as Diederrich's pet dog, and it was rumored in the castle that it served him as a pillow at night. The dog gave him a low bark or two; then returned to the gate, as if, by its motion, it had read his thoughts. After a while Siegfried came to the narrow door of the tower, which was bolted from the outside at night.The old man unlatched the door, groped for the railing of the nearby escalator, and went upstairs.He was in a trance, and forgot to bring the lantern; he just groped up like this, stepping carefully, exploring the steps with his feet. After walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly, because he seemed to hear the sound of breathing on it, like a man, and like a beast. "who is it?" There was no answer, but the sound of breathing became more and more rapid. Siegfried was not a coward; he was not afraid of death.But the horrors of the first half of the night had exhausted his courage and self-control.It suddenly occurred to him that it might be the spirit of Rotgier or some demon blocking his way. His hair stood on end and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He retreated to the entrance. "Who is it?" he asked hoarsely. Then something struck him hard on the chest.The blow was so severe that the old man fell on his back in the doorway, unconscious.He didn't even hum. Then there was silence, and then a dark figure was seen sneaking out of the tower and hurried towards the stables near the armory on the left side of the courtyard.Da Dou Da of Diedrich silently followed the figure.The other dog followed and disappeared into the shadow of the wall, but after a while it reappeared, with its head on the ground, as if sniffing the tracks of another dog.这条狗一路嗅着，来到齐格菲里特那趴在地上的没有生命的躯体跟前，仔细地闻着这尸体，然后蹲在这个趴在地上的人的头边，吠了起来。 犬吠声持续了很久，使得这个阴沉的夜晚又平添了一番阴森和恐怖的气氛。最后，大门中间的一道小门嘎吱一声响，一个持戟的卫兵走到院子里来了。 “死狗，”他说。“我要教训教训你，看你晚上再叫！” 说着，就把戟尖瞄准，要去戳这畜生，但他顿时就看见有什么人躺在棱堡上洞开的小门旁边。 “主耶稣啊，那是什么？……” 他低下头去看看那个趴在地上的人的脸，当即尖叫起来： “救命！救命！救命！” 他向大门冲去，用尽气力去拉钟绳。