The Captive Maiden

Chapter



22





Valten walked more carefully the closer he got to Ruexner’s camp. He avoided stepping on sticks, and he dodged tree limbs that might brush against his shoulders and make a noise. He was only a few feet from the sleeping guard when he had to step over an enormous rotting tree. A loud snap made him freeze — his foot had landed on a large twig. He watched the nearby guard, as well as Ruexner and his other man a few feet farther on. No one moved, and he could still hear the sounds of soft snoring.

Valten stepped his other foot over the log and pressed forward.

Sieger stood silently next to the other three horses. But before he made off with Sieger, he wanted to steal a sword, preferably his own, which he had forfeited to Ruexner when he’d turned himself over to him to save Gisela. Unfortunately, he didn’t know where Ruexner was keeping it, and he had to hurry before the next guard came to take his turn watching them and discovered them missing.

Valten crept closer to the sleeping guard, Malbert, until he could see that his sword lay across his lap with one hand laying limply over it. He couldn’t possibly take it without waking the man. So he crept backward and made a wide arc through the trees to get closer to Ruexner and Lew.

They lay on blankets in the leaves. Ruexner’s sword was by his side, and he too had his hand resting on its handle. Valten moved on to check on Lew, but he couldn’t see Lew’s weapon at first. Then Valten spied it on his blanket, half of the blade under his thigh.

Valten gritted his teeth. He didn’t dare try to steal either sword, for he would be too likely to wake the men. He turned back toward the horses. Just as he turned, something near the ground, propped against a tree trunk, caught his eye: Malbert’s crossbow.

Valten almost groaned out loud. He’d never been very good with a crossbow, but if he couldn’t have a sword, the bow was better than no weapon at all. He picked it up, then gently lifted the quiver of arrows lying on the ground beside it. Holding them carefully against his chest, he moved quietly away from the sleeping men.

The horses were sleeping as well. He’d like to steal one of their horses so Gisela would have her own to ride, as well as to put Ruexner and his men at a disadvantage, but as he drew near, the horses began to snuffle warily, obviously awake and not liking his presence. Valten moved extra carefully around the suspicious animals and made his way to Sieger. He untied his horse, who thankfully stayed quiet, and led him away from Ruexner’s camp.



“Were those men holding you against your will?”

Gisela liked the friar’s kindly, clean-shaven face. He looked to be about twice her age, maybe thirty-eight or forty, and he wore a rough brown mantle.

She nodded.

He shook his head, compassion in his eyes. “That is very wicked of them. And the man with you?”

“He is a knight from Hagenheim and Duke Gerstenberg’s son—Valten, the Earl of Hamlin. He was trying to rescue me and was captured.”

He shook his head again, making a clicking sound with his tongue.

“I am very grateful to you for coming back for us. We were planning to try to escape tonight, and Valten — Lord Hamlin, I should say — had freed himself from the rope tied around his wrists. While we were waiting for our guard to fall asleep, I’m afraid Lord Hamlin and I fell asleep.”

“It is indeed a good thing I came along,” the friar said. “For another reason as well. If I had not come, and if you had both escaped, your virtue would have been compromised. You and the knight would have been alone together. You would need to marry, or your reputation would be ruined.”

“Oh.” She’d started to hope that Valten might marry her because he wanted to, because she was the tournament queen. She knew it wasn’t customary for a future duke to marry a woman simply because he liked being with her, or because he cared about her. Unfortunately, Gisela had begun to hope that very thing. Future dukes married women from wealthy noble families. But if Valten felt forced to marry her, he would come to resent it, especially when he discovered she was only a peasant girl, no more than a servant.

It was indeed good that the friar came when he did. She didn’t want Valten to feel forced to marry her.

“To whom do I owe my gratitude, sir?”

“You may call me Friar Daniel, my dear maiden.”

“And I am Gisela Mueller, from Hagenheim.”

He bowed to her. “God’s flower,” he murmured.

“Thank you again, Friar Daniel, for so kindly coming back for us. How did you know we needed help?”

“I saw a glimpse of your face through the trees. From the man’s brusque manner, he didn’t want me to see you, and from your expression … well, you didn’t look like you belonged with that bunch of rough, bearded men. I came back around through the woods and observed your camp, saw that you and this noble knight were captives, and I decided to wait until an opportune moment to help.”

“You are very brave, Friar Daniel. I shall never forget your kindness, and I’m sure Val — Lord Hamlin — is very grateful as well.” Valten. Where was he now? He could so easily get caught. He could step on a twig and wake up the guard. Perhaps Malbert, or Ruexner or Lew, had already awakened and seen that she and Valten had escaped. Perhaps they were watching the horses, waiting for Valten to come for Sieger. If they caught him … Gisela couldn’t bear to think what they might do to him without her there to defend him. She should go back and help him. He would never leave her, and she wouldn’t leave him either. She would give herself up to Ruexner if it would save Valten.


“You are worried about him, aren’t you?”

Tears pricked Gisela’s eyes. She nodded.

“Shall we pray for him?”

New gratitude welled inside her. “Yes, please.”

He lifted the crucifix around his neck and clasped it between his hands and bowed his head. Gisela clasped her hands and bowed her head as well, and she concentrated on the friar’s quiet words.

“O God our Father, we extol you. Your name alone is holy, and all your ways are holy and just. I thank you that you sent me to aid this woman and this man, and I ask that you look down in your infinite mercy and save the young man, the Earl of Hamlin, who is a noble knight, no doubt in your service and with a heart to save young damsels in distress. Give him the furtiveness to accomplish his goal and come back to us. Keep him safe, O God. We put our lives in your hands. No one can take us out of your hand, Almighty God. Strike your enemies with blindness so that they cannot see, and give us your servants supernatural speed and stamina to —”

“Amen.”

Gisela turned to see Valten just behind her with Sieger beside him. Gisela threw her arms around him. “Thank you, God.”

Valten squeezed her shoulder, then pulled away. “We must go.” He turned to Friar Daniel. “My good friar, do you know of a place to hide, a place big enough for my horse?”

“I do indeed,” Friar Daniel responded. “I grew up nearby, and a cave I used to play in as a boy is but two miles away. I only hope we can find it in the dark.”

“Lead on, Friar.”



They had not walked far when Valten stopped Gisela with a hand on her arm. “Come. You ride.” Without waiting for an answer, he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her onto Sieger’s back, letting her sit sidesaddle. He took up Sieger’s reins and followed Friar Daniel and his donkey.

Gisela shivered, probably from a combination of the excitement of escaping from Ruexner and his men and the cold night air, which was unusually cold for this time of year. There was nothing for her to do but try to keep her seat on Sieger’s back and feel comforted by how strong Valten looked, with his broad, muscular shoulders and his large, capable hands. Then she noticed the crossbow hanging from his shoulder by a leather strap. He must have taken it from Ruexner’s henchman. The sight made her feel even more comforted.

Just then, Gisela heard wolves howling in the distance. She shivered again. Thank you, God, for Valten’s safety, and for how you will save us from all danger.

Valten was glad he’d been able to steal a weapon, even if it was a crossbow, which was definitely not his preferred weapon. If they could only avoid getting caught by Ruexner, he could make it back to Hagenheim with Gisela where she would be safe. Then he could gather his father’s knights and soldiers and go teach Ruexner a lesson he’d never forget.

But for now, Valten had never felt so ill equipped. Without a sword, he felt exposed and vulnerable. If a wolf attacked, he would have one shot, and one shot only. If he missed, or if there were more than one, he wouldn’t have time to reload. But he would do whatever it took to protect Gisela, even if he had to take that wolf apart with his bare hands.

Another problem he would never admit was that he was in a lot of pain, and still dizzy, from the beating he’d taken from Ruexner and his men.

God, are you trying to humble me? Because it’s working. If you’re trying to show me that I need your help, I’m seeing it. I want to rescue Gisela in my own strength, but right now I’ll just be thankful to get her to safety any way that comes about. Even if it came in the form of a round-faced friar.

He’d actually fallen asleep waiting and watching for the guard to fall asleep. The friar had not only saved him and Gisela, but now he was leading them to a cave, a hiding place Valten could neither have known about nor found. Though his initial reaction had been frustration that a friar could do something for Gisela that he couldn’t do, he’d better humble himself and thank God for sending him. He should not and would not argue with God about his mode of provision.

Valten and the friar continued walking for about half an hour before Valten began to wonder if they were lost. The forest seemed to go on forever, and all the trees looked alike. It was so dark that it was hard to distinguish anything out of the ordinary, and the moon was sometimes blocked out altogether by the dense foliage. He glanced back at Gisela every now and then. Her shoulders drooped, but whenever he looked at her she gave him a brave smile. Even with her blonde hair falling around her face and shoulders in a tangled mass, she was just as beautiful to him now as she had been at the ball.

The friar turned and said, “We’re not far now.” As he rounded a slight hill, overgrown with small trees and bushes, they faced a gaping hole in the side of the hill. “Be careful. It slopes downward sharply, and the floor is wet and slippery.”

Valten turned and grasped Gisela around the waist to help her down. She placed her hands on his shoulders and he set her on her feet, but slowly. After all, when one has a pleasant task to do, there’s no reason to rush it.

He wrapped his fingers around Gisela’s small hand and entered the dark cave, unable to see more than three feet in front of them. He had been inside the secret tunnel that ran under the town wall around Hagenheim Castle many times, but he liked the idea of being inside a cave created by nature — God’s own hiding place.

The rocky floor was indeed wet, and he could hear water dripping somewhere ahead. The open mouth of the cave was like a giant swallowing them up as they were plunged into complete darkness. The floor of the cave was uneven, and became quite steep as they continued farther into the darkness. It was a strange feeling not to be able to see where he was going. Gisela held on to his arm in the blackness of the cavern.

“We’d better stop here,” the friar said. “There are probably bats farther in, and we don’t want to fall into a hole.”

That sounded like sage advice. Valten patted Sieger, then opened his saddlebag. Ruexner and his men had plundered it, but there was still one blanket attached to the back of his saddle.

“We shall try to sleep now.” Valten’s voice sounded hollow as it bounced off the walls and sank into the dark hole at the back of the cave, from which it never returned. He directed his voice toward where he thought the friar was standing. “We are greatly indebted to you, Friar, for helping us escape from Ruexner and his men, and for leading us to this cave. I am sorry I do not have the means to reward you for your act of bravery. You will always have a bed and a place at our table at Hagenheim Castle.”

“That is very kind of you, noble knight.”

“And tomorrow you may go on your way and never mention that you met us.”

“Oh, but perhaps I can be of further assistance to you. I have nowhere particular that I need to go.”

He wasn’t sure what further assistance the friar might be offering, but he said to Gisela, “We may as well stay in this cave for a day or two and hope Ruexner and his men search for us elsewhere. My hope is that they will think we’ve taken the road back to Hagenheim.”

“You will need someone to stay with you,” the friar said. “I could not leave an unmarried lord and lady alone together.”

So that was the further assistance he had been talking about. “That is unnecessary. I shall marry the lady as soon as we get back to Hagenheim.”


He expected Gisela to have something to say about his statement, but she was silent. She did let go of his arm.

“That is well and good, my lord, but I believe I shall stay all the same.”

“As you wish, brother friar.”

“I have an extra blanket. Please take it.”

Valten took the friar’s offered blanket and handed Gisela his blanket.

He and Gisela bumped into each other several times as they laid their blankets near each other on the hard floor of the cave. When they lay down, the silence was broken only by the dripping of water in the distance, which echoed as if it was falling down a great hole. He only hoped some light would come in through the entrance in the morning. Otherwise, he wasn’t even sure he knew in which direction was the entrance.

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.



She couldn’t understand why Valten’s words, I shall marry the lady as soon as we get back to Hagenheim, should make her cry, but she found herself remembering them when she lay down, and the tears flowed into her hairline, chilling her in the dark cave, as she positioned herself facing Valten. At least, she thought she was facing Valten. It was impossible to tell. She wanted to reach out and touch him and make sure he was there, but she also didn’t want him to think she wanted him to take advantage of the darkness and her nearness.

She rarely ever cried anymore, probably because she always told herself she didn’t care, and that stopped them. But she couldn’t say now that she didn’t care.

Was Valten only willing to marry her to save her reputation? The thought of marrying him was wonderful, but it filled her soul with pain to think of him marrying her only out of a sense of duty. She had hoped that he had begun to care for her. But the way he had said the words, so coldly, instead of tenderly, or expressing love for her, stating his intent to Friar Daniel as if she wasn’t even there … It was like a dagger in her heart.

Was she being foolish? Perhaps. She only knew she wanted his undivided love, and she couldn’t bear him marrying her out of pity.

Ava had once told her, “Never let yourself fall in love with someone who doesn’t love you. Or at least don’t tell them you love them, whatever you do.” It had seemed like wise counsel. A person who didn’t love you could use the knowledge of your love against you.

With Friar Daniel here, Valten would have no reason to marry her. She would tell him as soon as possible that she would not hold him to his statement if he was only being chivalrous.

She tried hard not to sniff and wiped her nose with her hand, hoping no one heard her crying, and closed her eyes to sleep.