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The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole audiobook. Genre: horror On the eve of his son Conrad's wedding, Prince Manfred of the Castle of Otranto is shaken by a grotesque and seemingly impossible catastrophe that shatters his plans for securing his family's rule. Convinced that an ancient prophecy threatens his claim, Manfred becomes desperate to control Otranto's future, and his panic turns quickly into ruthless determination. As fear spreads through the fortress corridors, the castle itself seems to come alive with ominous signs: unexplained apparitions, whispered warnings, and towering relics that defy reason. Caught in the turmoil are the young bride-to-be Isabella, who must rely on her courage and wits to escape Manfred's grasp, and Theodore, a mysterious stranger whose arrival entwines him with the castle's darkest secrets. With allies and enemies shifting in the candlelit halls, loyalties are tested, identities are questioned, and the boundary between superstition and reality grows dangerously thin. Blending medieval intrigue with supernatural terror, Walpole's pioneering tale explores inheritance, legitimacy, and the costs of unchecked ambition, building an atmosphere of dread that helped define the Gothic tradition. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 00 (00:13:47) Chapter 01 (01:03:46) Chapter 02 (01:53:48) Chapter 03 (02:40:09) Chapter 04 (03:24:07) Chapter 05 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Castle of O'Tronto by Horace Walpole. Introduction Horace Walpole was the youngest son of Sir Robert Walpole, the great statesman, who died Earl of Orford. He was born in 1717, the year in which his father resigned office, remaining in opposition for almost three years before his return to a long tenure of power. Horace Walpole was educated at Eaton, where he formed a school friendship with Thomas Gray, who was but a few months older.

In 1739, Gray was traveling companion with Walpole in France and Italy until they differed and parted. But the friendship was afterwards renewed and remained firm to the end. Horace Wopolde went from Eaton to King's College, Cambridge, and entered Parliament in 1741, the year before his father's final resignation and acceptance of an earldom. His way of life was made easy to him, as usher of the exchequer, controller of the pipe and clerk of the estreats of the exchequer he received nearly two thousand a year for doing nothing lived with his father and amused himself horace walpole idled and amused himself with the small life of the fashionable world to which he was proud of belonging though he had a quick eye for its vanities he had social wit and liked to put it to small uses but he was not an empty idler, and there were seasons when he could become a sharp judge of himself.

I am sensible, he wrote to his most intimate friend, I am sensible of having more follies and weaknesses and fewer real good qualities than most men. I sometimes reflect on this, though I own too seldom. I always want to begin acting like a man, and a sensible one, which I think I might be if I would. He had deep home affections, and under many polite affectations, plenty of good sense. Horace Walpole's father died in 1745. The eldest son, who succeeded to the earldom, died in 1751, and left a son, George, who was, for a time insane, and lived until 1791. As George left no child, the title of estates passed to Horace Walpole,

then 74 years old and the only uncle who survived. Horace Walpole thus became Earl of Orford during the last six years of his life. As to the title, he said that he felt himself being called names in his old age. He died unmarried in the year 1797 at the age of 80. He had turned his house at Strawberry Hill by the Thames near Twickenham into a Gothic villa, 18th century Gothic, and amused himself by spending freely upon its adornment with such things as within fashionable as objects of taste. But he delighted also in his flowers and his trellises of roses and the quiet Thames.

When confined by gout to his London house in Arlington Street, flowers from Strawberry Hill and a bird were necessary consolations. He set up also at Strawberry Hill a private printing press at which he printed his friend Gray's poems. Also, in 1758, his own catalogue of the royal and noble authors of England, and five volumes of anecdotes of painting in England between 1762 and 1771. Boris Walpole produced the Castle of O'Tranto in 1765 at the mature age of 48. It was suggested by a dream from which he said he waked one morning, and of which all i could recover was that i had thought myself in an ancient castle a very natural dream for a head-like mine filled with gothic story and that on the uppermost banister of a great staircase i saw a gigantic hand in armor

in the evening i sat down and began to write without knowing in the least what i intended to say or relate so began the tale which professed to be translated by william marshall gentleman from the Italian of Onufro Muralto, canon of the Church of St. Nicholas at Toronto. It was written in two months. Walpole's friend Gray reported to him that at Cambridge the book made some of them cry a little and all in general afraid to go to bedonites. The castle of O'Tronto was in its own way an early sign of the reaction towards romance in the latter part of the last century. This gives it interest. But, it has had many followers and the hardy modern reader, when he reads Gray's note from Cambridge, needs to be reminded of its date.

H. M. Preface to the first edition. The following work was found in the library of an ancient Catholic family in the north of England. It was printed at Naples in the black letter in the year 1529. How much sooner it was written does not appear. The principal incident, are such as were believed in the darkest ages of Christianity, but the language and conduct have nothing that savors of barbarism.

The style is the purest Italian. If the story was written near the time when it was supposed to have happened, it must have been between 1095, the era of the First Crusade, and 1243 the date of the last, or not long afterwards. There is no other circumstance in the work that can lead us to guess at the period in which the scene is laid. The names of the actors are evidently fictitious and probably disguised on purpose.

Yet the Spanish names of the domestics seem to indicate that this work was not composed until the establishment of the Aragonian kings in Naples had made Spanish appellations familiar in that country. The beauty of the diction and the zeal of the author, moderated, however, by singular judgment, concur to make me think that the date of the composition was little antecedent to that of the impression.

Letters were then in their most flourishing state in Italy, and contributed to dispel the empire of superstition, at that time so forcibly attacked by the reformers. It is not unlikely that an artful priest might endeavor to turn their own arms on the innovators, and might avail himself of his abilities as an author to confirm the populace in their ancient errors and superstitions. if this was his view he has certainly acted with signal address such a work as the following would enslave a hundred vulgar minds beyond half the books of controversy that have been written from the days of luther to the present hour

this solution of the author's motives is however offered as a mere conjecture whatever his views were or whatever effects the execution of them might have his work can only be laid before the public at present as a matter of entertainment. Even as such, some apology for it is necessary. Miracles, visions, necromancy, dreams, and other preternatural events are exploded now even from romances. That was not the case when our author wrote, much less when the story itself is supposed to have happened. Belief in every kind of prodigy was so established in those dark ages that an author would not be faithful to the manners of the times who should omit all mention of them. He is not bound to believe them himself, but he must represent his actors as believing them. If this air of the miraculous is excused, the reader will find nothing else unworthy of his perusal.

Allow the possibility of the facts, and all the actors comport themselves as persons would do in their situation. There is no bombast, no similes, flowers, digressions, or unnecessary descriptions. Everything tends directly to the catastrophe. Never is the reader's attention relaxed. The rules of the drama are almost observed throughout the conduct of the piece. The characters are well drawn and still better maintained. Terror, the author's principal engine, prevents the story from ever languishing, and it is so often contrasted by pity that the mind is kept up in a constant vicissitude of interesting passions. Some persons, some persons. Some persons, may perhaps think the characters of the domestics too little serious for the general cast of the story but besides their opposition to the principal personages the art of the author is very observable in his conduct of the subalterns

they discover many passages essential to the story which could not well be brought to light but by their naivete and simplicity in particular the womanish terror and foibles of bianca in the last chapter conduce essentially to towards advancing the catastrophe. It is natural for a translator to be prejudiced in favor of his adopted work. More impartial readers may not be so much struck with the beauties of this piece as I was, yet I am not blind to my author's defects. I could wish he had grounded his plan on a more useful moral than this, that the sins of fathers are visited on their children to the third and fourth generation. I doubt whether in his time, any more than at present, ambition curbed its appetite of dominion from the dread of so remote a punishment. And yet this moral is weakened by that less direct insinuation that even such anathema may be

diverted by devotion to St. Nicholas. Here, the interest of the monk plainly gets the better of the judgment of the author. However, with all its faults, I have no doubt but the English reader will be pleased with a sight of this performance. The piety that reigns throughout, the lessons of virtue that are inculcated, and the rigid purity of the sentiments, exempt this work from the censure to which romances are but too liable. Should it meet with the success I hope for, I may be encouraged to reprint the original Italian, though it will tend to depreciate my own labor. our language falls far short of the charms of the Italian, both for variety and harmony.

The latter is peculiarly excellent for simple narrative. It is difficult in English to relate without falling too low or rising too high, a fault obviously occasioned by the little care taken to speak pure language in common conversation. Every Italian or Frenchman, of any rank, piques himself on speaking his own tongue correctly and with choice. I cannot flatter myself with having done justice to my author in this respect. His style is as elegant as his conduct of the passions is masterly. It is a pity that he did not apply his talents to what they were evidently proper for, the theatre.

I will detain the reader no longer, but to make one short remark. Though the machinery is invention and the names of the actor's imaginary, I cannot but believe that the groundwork of the story is founded on truth. the scene is undoubtedly laid in some real castle the author seems frequently without design to describe particular parts the chamber says he on the right hand the door on the left hand the distance from the chapel to conrad's apartment these and other passages are strong presumptions that the author had some certain building in his eye curious persons who have leisure to employ in such researches may possibly describe in the Italian writers the foundation on which our author has built. If a catastrophe at all resembling that which she describes is believed to have given rise to this work, it will contribute to interest the reader, and will make the castle of O'Otranto a still more moving story.

Sonnet to the right honourable Lady Mary Coke. The gentle maid whose hapless tale these melancholy pages speak, say, gracious lady, shall she fail to draw the Tira down? thy cheek? No, never was thy pitying breast insensible to human woes. Tender, though firm, it melts distressed for weaknesses it never knows. O guard the marvels I relate, Of fell ambition scourged by fate, From reasons peevish blame. Blessed with thy smile, my dauntless sale I dare expand to fancies gale, for sure, Thy smiles are fame. H. W.

End of introduction, recording by Thomas Copeland. The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole, Chapter 1. This Livervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Thomas Copeland. Chapter 1 Manfred, Prince of Otranto, had one son and one daughter. The latter, a most beautiful virgin, aged 18, was called Matilda. Conrad, the son, was three years younger. a homely youth sickly and of no promising disposition yet he was the darling of his father who never showed any symptoms of affection to matilda manfred had contracted a marriage for his son with the marquis of vincenza's daughter isabella

and she had already been delivered by her guardians into the hands of manfred that he might celebrate the wedding as soon as conrad's infirm state of health would permit manfred's impatience for this ceremonial was remarkable by his family and neighbours. The former, indeed, apprehending the severity of their prince's disposition, did not dare to utter their surmises on this precipitation. Hipolita, his wife, an amiable lady, did sometimes venture to represent the danger of marrying their only son too early, considering his great youth, and greater infirmities. But she never received any other answer than reflections on her own sterility, who had given him but one heir. his tenants and subjects were less cautious in their discourses they attributed this hasty wedding to the prince's dread of seeing accomplished an ancient prophecy which was said to have pronounced that the castle and lordship of otranto should pass from the present family whenever the real owner should be grown too large to inhabit it it was difficult to make any sense of this prophecy and still less easy to conceive what it had to

do with the marriage in question, yet these mysteries, more contradictions, did not make the populace adhere the less to their opinion. Young Conrad's birthday was fixed for his espousals. The company was assembled in the chapel of the castle and everything ready for beginning the divine office when Conrad himself was missing. Manfred, impatient of the least delay, and who had not observed his son retire, dispatched one of his attendants to summon the young prince the servant who had not stayed long enough to have crossed the court to conrad's apartment came running back breathless in a frantic manner his eyes staring and foaming at the mouth he said nothing but pointed to the court the company were struck with terror and amazement the princess apollita without knowing what was the matter but anxious for her son swooned away manfred less apprehensive than enraged at the procrastination of the nuptials and at the following of his domestics asked imperiously what was the matter the fellow made no answer but continued pointing towards the courtyard and at last after repeated questions put to him cried out oh the helmet the helmet

in the meantime some of the company had run into the court from whence was heard a confused noise of shrieks horror and surprise manfred who began to be alarmed at not seeing a son went himself to get information of what occasioned this strange confusion. Matilda remained endeavouring to assist her mother, and Isabella stayed for the same purpose, and to avoid showing any impatience for the bridegroom, for whom, in truth, she had conceived little affection. The first thing that struck Manfred's eyes was a group of his servants endeavouring to raise something that appeared to him a mountain of sable plumes. He gazed without believing his sight. are you doing? cried Manfred, wrathfully. Where is my son? A volley of voices replied,

Oh, my lord, the prince, the prince, the helmet, the helmet. Shocked with these lamentable sounds, and dreading he knew not what, he advanced hastily, but what a sight for a father's eyes. He beheld his child dashed to pieces, and almost buried under an enormous helmet, an hundred times. more large than any cask ever made for human being and shaded with a proportionable quantity of black feathers the horror of the spectacle the ignorance of all around how this misfortune had happened and above all the tremendous phenomenon before him took away the prince's speech yet his silence lasted longer than even grief good occasion he fixed his eyes on what he wished in vain to believe a vision and seemed less attentive to his loss, than buried in meditation on the stupendous object that had occasioned it. He touched. He examined the fatal cask. Nor could even the bleeding mangled remains of the young prince

divert the eyes of Manfred from the portent before him. All who had known his partial fondness for young Conrad were as much surprised at the prince's insensibility as thunderstruck themselves at the miracle of the helmet. They conveyed the disfigured corpse into the hall without receiving the least direction from Manfred. As little was he attentive to the ladies, who remained in the chapel. On the contrary, without mentioning the unhappy princesses,

his wife and daughter, the first sounds that dropped from Manfred's lips were, Take care of the Lady Isabella. The domestics, without observing the singularity of this direction, were guided by their affection to their mistress to consider it as peculiarly addressed to her situation and flew to her assistance. They conveyed her to her chamber more dead than alive, and indifferent to all the strange circumstances she heard except the death of her son.

Matilda, who doted on her mother, smothered her own grief and amazement, and thought of nothing but assisting and comforting her afflicted parent. Isabella, who had been treated by Apollita like a daughter, and who returned that tenderness with equal duty and affection, was scarce less assiduous about the princess. At the same time, endeavouring to partake and lessen the weight of sorrow which she saw Matilda strove to suppress, for whom she had conceived the warmest sympathy of friendship. Yet her own situation could not help finding its place in her thoughts. She felt no concern for the death of young Conrad except commiseration, and she was not sorry to be delivered from a marriage which had promised her little felicity, either from her destined bridegroom or from the severe temper of Manfred, who, though he had distinguished her by great indulgence, had imprinted her mind with terror from his causeless rigor to such amiable princesses as Apollita and Matilda. while the ladies were conveying the wretched mother to her bed manfred remained in the court gazing on the ominous cask and regardless of the crowd which the strangeness of the event had now assembled around him the few words he articulated tended solely to inquiries whether any man knew from whence it could have come nobody could give him the least information however as it seemed to be the sole object of his curiosity it soon became so to the rest of the spectators, whose conjectures were as absurd and improbable as the catastrophe

itself was unprecedented. In the midst of their senseless guesses, a young peasant, whom rumour had drawn thither from a neighboring village, observed that the miraculous helmet was exactly like that on the figure in black marble of Alfonso the good, one of their former princes, in the church of St. Nicholas. "'Villain? What sayst thou?' cried Manfred. darting from his trance and tempest of rage, and seizing the young man by the collar. How darest thou utter such treason? Thy life shall pay for it. The spectators, who as little comprehended the cause of the prince's fury as all the rest they had seen,

were at a loss to unravel this new circumstance. The young peasant himself was still more astonished, not conceiving how he had offended the prince. yet recollecting himself, with a mixture of grace and humility, he disengaged himself from Manfred's grip, and then with an obeisance which discovered more jealousy of innocence than dismay, he asked with respect of what he was guilty. Manfred, more enraged at the vigor, however decently exerted with which the young man had shaken off his hold, than appeased by his submission, ordered his attendance to seize him, and if he had not been withheld by his friends whom he had invited to the nuptials would have poniarded the peasant in their arms during this altercation some of the vulgar spectators had run to the great church which stood near the castle

and came back open-mouthed declaring that the helmet was missing from alfonso's statue manfred at this news grew perfectly frantic and as if he sought a subject on which to vent the tempest within him he rushed again on the young peasant crying villain monster sorcerer tis thou hast done this tis thou hast slain my son the mob who wanted some object within the scope of their capacities on whom they might discharge their bewildered reasoning caught the words from the mouth of their lord and re-echoed ay tis he tis he he has stolen the helmet from good alponso's tomb and dashed out the brains of our young prince with it never reflecting how enormous the disproportion was between the marble helmet that had been in the church and that of the steel before their eyes nor how improbable it was for a youth seemingly not twenty to wield a piece of armour of so prodigious a weight the folly of these ejaculations brought manfred to himself yet whether provoked at the peasant having observed the resemblance between the two helmets and thereby led to the farther discovery of the absence of that in the church or wishing to bury any such rumour under so impertinent a supposition He gravely pronounced that the young man was certainly a necromancer, and that till the church could take cognizance of the affair he would have the magician, whom they had thus detected, kept prisoner under the helmet itself which he ordered his attendance to raise,

and placed the young man under it, declaring he should be kept there without food, with which his own infernal art might furnish him. It was in vain for the youth to represent against this preposterous sentence, In vain did Manfred's friends endeavor to divert him from this savage and ill-grounded resolution. The generality were charmed with their lord's decision, which, to their apprehensions, carried great appearance of justice, as the magician was to be punished by the very instrument with which he had offended. Nor were they struck with the least compunction at the probability of the youth being starved, for they firmly believed that by his diabolic skill he could easily supply

himself with a nutriment. Manfred thus saw his commands even cheerfully obeyed, and appointing a guard with strict orders to prevent any food being conveyed to the prisoner, he dismissed his friends and attendants and retired to his own chamber, after locking the gates of the castle, in which he suffered none but his domestics to remain. In the meantime, the care and zeal of the young ladies had brought the Princess Apollita to herself, who, amidst the transports of her own sorrow frequently demanded news of her lord would have dismissed her attendance to watch over him and at last enjoined matilda to leave her and visit and comfort her father matilda who wanted no affectionate duty to manfred though she trembled at his austerity obeyed the orders of apolita whom she tenderly recommended to isabella and inquiring of the domestics for her father was informed that he was retired to his chamber and had commanded that nobody should have admittance to him.

Concluding that he was immersed in sorrow for the death of a brother, and fearing to renew his tears by the sight of his sole remaining child, she hesitated whether she should break in upon his affliction. Yet solicitude for him, backed by the commands of her mother, encouraged her to venture disobeying the orders he had given, a fault she had never been guilty of before. The gentle timidity of her nature made her post, for some minutes at his door. She heard him traverse his chamber backwards and forwards with

disordered steps, a mood which increased her apprehensions. She was, however, just going to beg admittance when Manfred suddenly opened the door, and, as it was now twilight, concurring with the disorder of his mind, he did not distinguish the person, but asked angrily who it was. Matilda replied, trembling, "'My dearest father, it is ah, your daughter.' manfred stepping back hastily cried begone i do not want a daughter and flinging back abruptly clapped the door against the terrified matilda she was too well acquainted with her father's impetuosity to venture a second intrusion when she had a little recovered the shock of so bitter a reception she wiped away her tears to prevent the additional stab that the knowledge of it would give to apolitza who questioned her in the most anxious terms on the health of man and how he bore his loss. Matilda assured her that he was well,

and supported his misfortune with manly fortitude. But will he not let me see him? said Hippolyta mournfully. Will he not permit me to blend my tears with his and shed a mother's sorrows in the bosom of her lord? Or do you deceive me, Matilda? I know how Manfred doted on his son. Is not the stroke too heavy for him?

Has he not sunk under it? you do not answer me alas i dread the worst raise me my maidens i will i will see my lord bear me to him instantly he is dearer to me even than my children matilda made signs to isabella to prevent hippolyt's rising and both those lovely young women were using their gentle violence to stop and calm the princess when a servant on the part of manfred arrived and told isabella that his lord demanded to speak with her. With me? cried Isabella. Go, said Apollita, relieved by a message from her lord. Manfred cannot support the sight of his own family.

He thinks you less disordered than we are, and dreads the shock of my grief. Consol him, dear Isabella, and tell him I will smother my own anguish rather than add to his. As it was now evening, the servant who conducted Isabella bore a torch before her. When they came to Manfred, who was walking impatiently about the gallery, he started, and said hastily, "'Take away that light, and be gone.' Then, shutting the door impetuously, he flung himself upon a bench against the wall, and bade Isabella sit by him. She obeyed, trembling. "'I sent for you, lady,' said he, and then stopped under great appearance of confusion.

"'My lord?' "'Yes.' i sent for you on a matter of great moment resumed he dry your tears young lady you have lost your bridegroom yes cruel fate and i have lost the hopes of my race but conrad was not worthy of your beauty how my lord said isabella sure you do not suspect me of not feeling the concern i ought my duty and affection would have always think no more of him interrupted manfred he was a sickly puny child and heaven has perhaps taken him away that i might not trust the honours of my house when so frail a foundation the line of manfred calls for numerous supports my foolish fondness for that boy blinded the eyes of my prudence but it is better as it is i hope in a few years to have reason to rejoice at the death of conrad words cannot paint the astonishment of isabella at first she apprehended that grief had disordered manfred's understanding her next thought suggested that this strange discourse was designed to ensnare her she feared that manfred had perceived her indifference for his son and in consequence of that idea she replied good my lord do not doubt my tenderness my heart would have accompanied my hand

conrad would have engrossed all my care and wherever fate shall dispose of me i shall always cherish his memory and regard your highness and the virtuous hippolita as my parents curse on hippolyta cried manfred forget her from this moment as i do in short lady you have missed a husband undeserving of your charms they shall now be better disposed of instead of a sickly boy you shall have a husband in the prime of his age who will know how to value your beauties and who may expect a numerous offspring "'Alas, my lord,' said Isabella, "'my mind is too sadly engrossed by the recent catastrophe in your family "'to think of another marriage. "'If ever my father returns, and it shall be his pleasure, "'I shall obey as I did when I consented to give my hand to your son,

"'but until his return, permit me to remain under your hospitable roof, "'and employ the melancholy hours in assuaging yours, "'hipolet's, and the fair Matilda's affliction.' i desired you once before said manfred angrily not to name that woman from this hour she must be a stranger to you as she must be to me in short isabella since i cannot give you my son i offer you myself heavens cried isabella waking from her delusion what do i hear you my lord you my father-in-law the father of conrad the husband of the virtuous and tender, Hippolyta. I tell you, said Manfred imperiously, Hippolyta is no longer my wife.

I divorce her from this hour. Too long has she cursed me with her unfruitfulness. My fate depends on having sons, and this night I trust will give a new date to my hopes. At those words, he seized the cold hand of Isabella, who was half dead with fright and horror. She shrieked and started from him. Manfred rose to pursue her when the moon, which was now up, and gleamed in at the opposite

casement, presented to his sight the plumes with a fatal helmet, which rose to the height of the windows, waving backwards and forwards in a tempestuous manner, and accompanied with a hollow and rustling sound. Isabella, who gathered courage from her situation and who dreaded nothing so much as Manfred's pursuit of his declaration, cried, Look, my lord, see, heaven itself declares against your impious intentions. Heaven nor hell shall impede my designs, said Manfred, advancing again to seize the princess. At that instant, the portrait of his grandfather, which hung over the bench where they had been sitting, uttered a deep sigh, and heaved its breast.

Isabella, whose back was turned to the picture, saw not the motion, nor knew whence the sound came, but started and said, "'Hark, my lord, what sound was that?' And at the same time made towards the door. Manfred distracted between the flight of Isabella, who had now reached the stairs, and yet unable to keep his eyes from the picture, which began to move, had, however, advanced some steps after her, still looking backwards on the portrait, when he saw it quit its panel and descend on the floor with a grave and melancholy air do i dream cried manfred returning

or are the devils themselves in league against me speak infernal spectre or if thou art my grandsire why dost thou too conspire against thy wretched descendant who too dearly pays for ere he could finish the sentence the vision sighed again and made a sign to manfred to follow him lead on cried manfred i will follow thee to the gulp of perdition the spectre marched sedately but dejected to the end of the gallery and turned into a chamber on the right hand manfred accompanied him at a little distance full of anxiety and horror but resolved as he was would have entered the chamber the door was clapped to with violence by an invisible hand the prince collecting courage from the stilay would have forcibly burst open the door with his foot but found that it resisted his utmost efforts since hell will not satisfy my curiosity said manfred i will use the human means in my power for preserving my race isabella shall not escape me the lady whose resolution had given way to terror the moment she had quitted man Manfred, continued her flight to the bottom of the principal staircase. There she stopped, not knowing whither to direct her steps, nor how to escape from the impetuosity of the prince. The gates of the castle she knew were locked, and guards placed in the court. Should she, as her heart

prompted her go and prepare Hippolyta for the cruel destiny that awaited her, she did not doubt but Manfred would seek her there, and that his violence would incite him to double the injury, he meditated, without leaving room for them to avoid the impetuosity of his passions delay might give him time to reflect on the horrid measures he had conceived or produce some circumstance in her favour if she could for that night at least avoid his odious purpose yet where conceal herself how avoid the pursuit he would infallibly make throughout the castle as these thoughts passed rapidly through her mind she recollected a subterraneous passage which led from the vaults of the castle to the church of st nicholas could she reach the altar before she was overtaken she knew even manfred's violence would not dare to profane the sacredness of the place and she determined if no other means of deliverance offered to shut herself up forever among the holy virgins whose convent was contiguous to the cathedral. In this resolution she seized a lamp that burned at the foot of the staircase and hurried towards the secret passage. The lower part of the castle was hollowed into several

intricate cloisters, and it was not easy for one under so much anxiety to find the door that opened into the cavern. An awful silence reigned throughout those subterraneous regions, except now and then some blast of wind that shook the doors as she passed, and which, grating on the rusty hinges were re-echoed through that long labyrinth of darkness. Every murmur struck her with new terror. Yet more she dreaded to hear the wrathful voice of Manfred, urging his domestics to pursue her. She trod as softly as impatience would give her leave, yet frequently stopped and listened to hear if she was followed. In one of those moments she thought she heard a sigh.

She shuddered and recoiled a few paces. In a moment she thought she heard the step of some person. Her blood curdled. She concluded it was Manfred. Every suggestion that horror could inspire rushed into her mind. She condemned her rash flight, which had thus exposed her to his rage in a place where her cries were not likely to draw anybody to her assistance. Yet the sound seemed not to come from behind.

If Manfred knew where she was, he must have followed her. She was still in one of the cloisters, and the steps she had heard were too distinct to proceed from the way she had come. Cheered with this reflection, and hoping to find a friend in whoever was not the prince, she was going to advance when a door that stood ajar at some distance to the left was opened gently. But ere her lamp, which she held up, could discover who opened it, the person retreated precipitately on seeing the light. Isabella, whom every incident was sufficient to dismay, hesitated whether she should proceed. Her dread of Manfred soon outweighed every other terror.

The very circumstance of the person avoiding her gave her a sort of courage. It could only be, she thought, some domestic belonging to the castle. Her just gentleness had never raised her an enemy, and conscious innocence made her hope that, unless sent by the prince's order to seek her, his servants would rather assist than prevent her flight. Fortifying herself with these reflections, and believing by what she could observe that she was near the mouth of the subterraneous cavern, she approached the door that had been opened. But a sudden gust of wind that met her at the door extinguished her lamp, and left her in total darkness. Words cannot paint the horror of the princess's situation. Alone in so dismal a place,

her mind imprinted with all the terrible events of the day, hopeless of escaping, expecting every moment the arrival of Manfred, and, far from tranquil, unknowing she was within reach of somebody, she knew not whom, who for some cause seemed concealed thereabouts. All these thoughts crowded on her distracted mind, and she was ready to sink under her apprehensions. She addressed herself to every saint in heaven, and inwardly implored their assistance. For a considerable time she remained in an agony of despair. At last, as softly as was possible, she felt for the door, and having found it, entered trembling into the vault from when she had heard the sigh and steps.

It gave her a kind of momentary joy to perceive in her. an imperfect array of clouded moonshine gleam from the roof of the vault, which seemed to be fallen in, and from whence hung a fragment of earth, or building, she could not distinguish which, that appeared to have been crushed inwards. She advanced eagerly towards this chasm, when she discerned a human form standing close against the wall. She shrieked, believing at the ghost of her betrothed Conrad. The figure, advancing, said, in a submissive voice, be not alarmed lady i will not injure you isabella a little encouraged by the words antona voice of the stranger and recollecting that this must be the person who had opened the door recovered her spirits enough to reply sir whoever you are take pity on a wretched princess standing on the brink of destruction assist me to escape from this fatal castle or in a few moments i may be made miserable forever alas said the stranger.

What can I do to assist you? I will die on your defence, but I am unacquainted with the castle, and want— Oh, said Isabella, hastily interrupting him, help me but to find a trap-door that must be here about, and it is the greatest service you can do me, for I have not a minute to lose. Saying these words, she felt about on the pavement, and directed the stranger to search likewise for a smooth piece of brass enclosed in one of the stone. "'That, said she, is the lock which opens with a spring, of which I know the secret. "'If we can find that, I may escape.

"'If not, alas, courteous stranger, I fear I shall have involved you in my misfortunes. "'Manfred will suspect you for the accomplice of my flight, "'and you will fall a victim to his resentment. "'I value not my life,' said the stranger, "'and it will be some comfort to lose it in trying to deliver you from his tyranny.' "'Generous youth,' said Isabella. "'How shall I ever requite?' "'As she uttered those words,

"'a ray of moonshine, "'streaming through a cranny of the ruin above, "'shone directly on the lock they sought. "'Oh, transport!' said Isabella. "'Here is the trap-door!' "'And, taking out the key, "'she touched the spring, "'which, starting aside,

"'discovered an iron ring. "'Lift up the door,' said the princess. The stranger obeyed, and beneath appeared some stone steps, descending into a vault, totally dark. "'We must go down here,' said Isabella. "'Follow me, dark and dismal as it is. We cannot miss our way. It leads directly to the Church of St. Nicholas. But perhaps,' added the princess modestly,

"'you have no reason to leave the castle, nor have I farther occasion for your service. In a few minutes I shall be safe for Manfred. rage, only let me know to whom I am so much obliged. I will never quit you, said the stranger eagerly, until I have placed you in safety, nor think me, princess, more generous than I am, though you are my principal care. The stranger was interrupted by a sudden noise of voices that seemed approaching, and they soon distinguished these words. Talk not to me of necromancers, I tell you she must be in the castle.

I will find her, in spite of her. enchantment. Oh, heavens, cried Isabella, it is the voice of Manfred. Make haste, or we are ruined, and shut the trap-door after you. Saying this, she descended the steps precipitately, and as the stranger hastened to follow her, he let the door slip out of his hands. It fell, and the spring closed over it. He tried in vain to open it, not having observed Isabella's method of touching the spring, nor had he many moments to make an assay. the noise of the falling door had been heard by manfred who directed by the sound hastened thither attended by his servants with torches it must be isabella cried manfred before he entered the vault she is escaping by the subterraneous passage but she cannot have got far what was the astonishment of the prince when instead of isabella the light of the torches discovered to him the young peasant whom he thought confined under the fatal helmet

"'Treater!' said Manfred. "'How cameest thou here? "'I thought the endurance above in the court.' "'I am no traitor,' replied the young man boldly, "'nor am I answerable for your thoughts.' "'Presumptuous a villain,' cried Manfred. "'Dust thou provoke my wrath? "'Tell me, how hast thou escaped from above?

"'Thou hast corrupted thy guards, and their lives shall answer it.' "'My poverty,' said the person, peasant calmly will disculpate them though the ministers of a tyrant's wrath to thee they are faithful and but too willing to execute the orders which you unjustly imposed upon them art thou so hardy as to dare my vengeance said the prince the torture shall force the truth from thee tell me i will know thy accomplices there was my accomplice said the youth smiling and pointing to the roof. Manfred ordered the torches to be held up, and perceived that one of the cheeks of the enchanted cask had forced its way through the pavement of the court,

as his servant said let it fall over the peasant, and had broken through into the vault, leaving a gap through which the peasant had pressed himself some minutes before he was found by Isabella. "'Was that the way by which thou didst descend?' said Manfred. "'It was,' said the youth. "'But what noise was that?' said Manfred, which I heard when I entered the cloister. "'A door clapped,' said the peasant.

"'I heard it as well as you.' "'What door?' said Manfred hastily. "'I am not acquainted with your castle,' said the peasant. "'This is the first time I ever entered it, and this vault the only part of it within which I ever was.' "'But I tell thee,' said Manfred, wishing to find out if the youth had discovered the trap-door. It was this way I heard the noise. My servants heard it too. My lord, interrupted one of them, officiously, to be sure it was the trap-door, and he was going to make his escape.

Peace, blockhead, said the prince angrily. If he was going to escape, how should he come on this side? I will know from his own mouth what noise it was I heard. Tell me, truly, thy life depends on thy veracity. My veracity is dearer to me than my my life, said the peasant, nor would I purchase the one by forfeiting the other. Indeed, young philosopher, said Manfred contemptuously. Tell me then, what was the noise I heard? Ask me what I can answer, said he, and put me to death instantly if I tell you a lie. Manfred, growing impatient at the steady valor and indifference of the youth, cried, Well, then, thou man of truth, answer, was it the fall of the trap-door that I heard?

it was said the youth it was said the prince and how didst thou come to know there was a trap-door here i saw the plate of brass by a gleam of moonshine replied he but what told thee it was a lock said manbrid how didst thou discover the secret of opening it providence that delivered me from the helmet was able to direct me to the spring of a lock said he providence should have gone a little farther and have placed thee out of the reach of my resentment said vanford when providence had taught thee to open the lock it abandoned thee for a fool who did not know how to make use of its favours why didst thou not pursue the path pointed out for thy escape why didst thou shut the trap-door before thou hadst descended the steps i might ask you my lord said the peasant how i totally unequainted acquainted with your castle was to know that those steps led to any outlet. But I scorned to evade your questions. Wherever those steps lead to, perhaps I should have explored the way. I could not be in a worse situation than I was, but the truth is, I let the trap-door fall. Your immediate arrival followed.

I had given the alarm what imported it to me whether I was seized a minute sooner or a minute later. "'Now art a resolute villain for thy years,' said Manfred, "'yet on reflection I suspect thou dost but trifle with me. "'Thou hast not yet told me how thou didst open the lock.' "'That I will show you, my lord,' said the peasant, and, taking up a fragment of stone that had fallen from above, he laid himself on the trap-door and began to beat on the piece of brass that covered it, meaning to gain time for the escape of the princess.

This presence of mind joined to the frankness of a youth, staggered Manfred. He even felt a disposition towards pardoning one who had been guilty of no crime. Manfred was not one of those savage tyrants who wanton in cruelty unprovoked. The circumstances of his fortune had given an asperity to his temper, which was naturally humane, and his virtues were always ready to operate when his passions did not obscure his reason. While the prince was in this suspense, a confused noise of voices echoed through the distant vaults. As the sound approached, he distinguished the clamors of some of his domestics, whom he had dispersed through the castle in search of Isabella, calling out,

Where is my lord? Where is the prince? Here I am, said Manfred as they came nearer. Have you found the princess? The first that arrived replied, Oh, my lord, I am glad we have found you. "'Found me,' said Manfred. "'Have you found the princess?' "'We thought we had, my lord,' said the fellow, looking terrified,

"'but what?' cried the prince. "'Has she escaped?' "'Yuckus and I, my lord—' "'Yes, I and Diego,' interrupted the second, "'who came up in still greater consternation. "'Speak one of you at a time,' said Manfred. "'I asked you, where is the princess?' "'We do not know,' said they both together.

"'But we are frightened out of our wits.' "'So I think,' Lockhead,' said Manfred. "'What is it that scared you thus?' "'Oh, my lord,' said Yacchis, "'Digo has seen such a sight. Your Highness would not believe our eyes.' "'What new absurdity is this?' cried Manfred. "'Give me a direct answer, or by heaven.

"'Why, my lord, if it please your highness to hear me,' said the poor fellow, "'Digo and I—' "'Yes, I and Yacchis,' said this comrade. "'Did not I forbid you to speak both at a time?' said the prince. "'You, Yacus, answer.' "'For the other fool seems more to say.' distracted than thou are. What is the matter? My gracious Lord, said Yacchus, if it please your highness to hear me, Diego and I, according to your highness's orders, went to search for the young lady,

but being comprehensive that we might meet the ghost of my young lord, your highness's son, God rest his soul, as he has not received Christian burial, sought, cried Manfred in a rage. Is it only a ghost, then, that thou hast seen? Oh, worse, worse, my lord, cried Diego. I had rather have seen ten whole ghosts. Grant me patience, said Manfred. These blockheads distract me. Out of my sight, Diego! And thou, Yacchus, tell me in one word.

Are thou sober? Are thou raving? Thou wast wont to have some sense. Has the other sought frightened himself, and thee too, speak? What is it he fancies he has seen? Why, my lord, replied Yacchus, trembling, I was going to tell, Your Highness, that since the calamitous misfortune of my young Lord, God rest his precious soul, not one of us, Your Highness's faithful servants, indeed we are, my Lord, though poor men, I say not one of us has dared to set a foot about the castle but two together. So Diego and I, thinking that my young lady might be in the gallery, went up there to look for her and tell her your Highness wanted something to impart to her.

Oh, blundering fools! cried Manfred. and in the meantime she has made her escape because you were afraid of goblins why thou knave she left me in the gallery i came from thence myself for all that she may be there still for all i know said yacchus but the devil shall have me before i seek her there again poor diego i do not believe he will ever recover it recover what said manfred am i never to learn what it is has terrified these rascals but i lose my time Follow me, slave. I will see if she is in the gallery. For heaven's sake! My, my dear good lord, cried Yacchus. Do not go to the gallery. Satan himself, I believe, is in the chamber next to the gallery.

Manfred, who hitherto had treated the terror of his servants as an idle panic, was struck at this new circumstance. He recollected the apparition of the portrait, and the sudden closing of the door at the end of the gallery. his voice faltered and he asked with disorder, What is in the great chamber? My lord, said Yacchis, when Diego and I came into the gallery,

he went first, for he said he had more courage than I. So when we came into the gallery, we found nobody. We looked under every bench and stool, and still we found nobody. Were all the pictures in their places? Said Manfred. Yes, my lord, answered Yadakas, but we did not think of.

looking behind them. Well, well, said Manfred, proceed. When we came to the door of the great chamber, continued Dacchus, we found it shut. And could not you open it? said Manfred. Oh, yes, my lord. Would, to heaven we had not, replied he. Nay, it was not I, neither. It was Diego.

He was grown foolhardy, and would go on, though I advised him not. If ever I open a door that is shut again, Trifle not, said Manfred, shuddering. but tell me what you saw in the great chamber on opening the door. I, my lord, said Yacchus, I was behind Diego, but I heard the noise. Yacquez, said Manfred in a solemn tone of voice, Tell me, I adjure thee by the souls of my ancestors.

What was it thou sawest? What was it thou heardest? It was Diego, saw it, my lord. It was not I, replied Yakes. I only heard the not. noise. Diego had no sooner opened the door than he cried out and ran back. I ran back too and said, Is it the ghost? The ghost? No, no, said Diego, and his hair stood on end. It is a giant, I believe. He is all clad in armor, for I saw his foot and part of his leg, and they are as large as the helmet

below in the court. As he said these words, my lord, we heard a violent motion and the rattling of armor, as if the giant was rising, for Diego has told me since that he believes the giant was lying down, for the foot and leg was stretched at length on the floor. Before we could get to the end of the gallery, we heard the door of the great chamber clap behind us, but we did not dare turn back to see if the giant was following us. Yet, now I think of it, we must have heard him, if he had pursued us, but for heaven's sake could my lord, send for the chaplain, and have the castle exorcised, for for certain it is enchanted. I pray do, my lord, cried all of the servants at once, or we must leave your highness's service.

Peace, daughters, said Manfred, and follow me. I will know what all this means. We, my lord, cried they with one voice, we would not go up to the gallery for your highness's revenue. The young peasant, who had stood silent, now spoke. Will your highness said he permit me to "'try this adventure. My life is of consequence to nobody. I fear no bad angel, and have offended no good one.' "'Your behaviour is above your seeming,' said Manfred, viewing him with surprise and admiration. "'Hereafter I will reward your bravery.' "'But no,' continued he with a sigh, "'I am so circumstance that I dare trust no eyes but my own. "'However I give you leave to accompany me.'

manfred when he first followed isabella from the gallery had gone directly to the apartment of his wife concluding the princess had retired thither hippolita who knew his step rose with anxious fondness to meet her lord whom she had not seen since the death of their son She would have flown in a transport mixed of joy and grief to his bosom, but he pushed her rudely off and said, Where is Isabella? Isabella, my lord, said the astonished Hippolyta. Yes, Isabella, cried Manfred imperiously. I want Isabella. My lord replied Matilda, who perceived how much his behavior had shocked her mother,

she has not been with us since Your Highness summoned her to your apartment. Tell me where she is, said the Prince. I do not know where she has been. My good lord, says Apollita, your daughter tells you the truth. Isabella left us by your command, and has not returned since. But my good lord, compose yourself, retire to your rest. This dismal day has disordered you. Isabella shall wait your orders in the morning.

What then? You know where she is, cried Manfred. Tell me directly, for I will not lose an instant. And you, woman, speaking to his wife, order your chaplain to attend me forthwith. if. Isabella, said Hippala to calmly, is retired, I suppose, to her chamber. She is not accustomed to watch her this late hour. Gracious, my lord, continued, she let me know what has disturbed you. As Isabella offended you? Trouble me not with questions, said Manfred, but tell me where she is. Matilda shall call her, said the princess. Sit down, my lord, and resume your wanted fortitude.

What? Are thou jealous of Isabella? Applied he, that you wish to be present. at our interview. Good heavens, my lord, said Epolita, what is it your highness means? Thou wilt know ere many minutes are past, said the cruel prince, send your chaplain to me and wait my pleasure here.

At these words he flung out of the room in search of Isabella, leaving the amazed ladies, thunderstruck with his words and frantic deportment, and lost in vain conjectures on what he was meditating. Manfred was now returning from the vault, attended by the peasant and a few of his servants, whom he had obliged to accompany him. He ascended the staircase without stopping, till he arrived at the gallery, at the door of which he met Hippolyta and her chaplain. When Diego had been dismissed by Manfred, he had gone directly to the princess's apartment

with the alarm of what he had seen. That excellent lady, who no more than Manfred, doubted of the reality of the vision, yet affected to treat it as a delirium of the servant. Willing, however, to save her lord from any additional shock, and prepared by a series of griefs not to tremble at any accession to it, she determined to make herself the first sacrifice, if fate had marked the present hour for their destruction. Dismissing the reluctant Matilda to arrest, who in vain sued for leave to accompany her mother, and attended only by her chaplain, Hippolyta had visited. the gallery and great chamber, and now, with more serenity of soul than she had felt for many hours,

she met her lord, and assured him that the vision of the gigantic leg and foot was all a fable, and no doubt an impression made by fear, and the dark and dismal hour of the night on the minds of his servants. She and the chaplain had examined the chamber and found everything in the usual order. Manfred, though persuaded, like his wife, that the vision had been no work of fancy, "'recovered a little from the tempest of mind "'into which so many strange events had thrown him. "'Ashamed, too, of his inhuman treatment "'of a princess who returned every injury

"'with new marks of tenderness and duty, "'he felt returning love, forcing itself into his eyes. "'But not less ashamed of feeling remorse "'towards one against whom he was inwardly meditating, "'a yet more bitter outrage, "'he curbed the yearnings of his heart "'and did not dare to lean even towards pity. The next transition of his soul was to exquisite villainy. Presuming on the unshaken submission

of Ippolita, he flattered himself that she would not only acquiesce with patience to a divorce, but would obey, if it was his pleasure, in endeavouring to persuade Isabella to give him her hand. But ere he could indulge his horrid hope, he reflected that Isabella was not to be found. Coming to himself, he gave orders that every avenue to the castle should be strictly guarded, and charged his domestics on pain of their lives, to suffer nobody to pass out. The young peasant, to whom he spoke favorably, he ordered to remain in a small chamber on the stairs, in which there was a pallet bed, and the key of which he took away himself, telling the youth he would talk with him in the morning. Then, dismissing his attendance and bestowing a sullen kind of half-nodd on Apollita, he retired to his own

chamber. End of Chapter 1. Recording by Thomas Copeland. Chapter 2 of the Castle of O'Otranto by Horace Walpole. This Libre Vox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Thomas Copeland. Chapter 2. Matilda, who, by Apolitus' order, had retired to her apartment, was ill-disposed to

take any rest. The shocking fate of her brother had deeply affected her. She was surprised at not so. seeing Isabella, by the strange words which had fallen from her father and his obscure menace to the princess's wife, accompanied by the most furious behavior, had filled her gentle mind with terror and alarm. She waited anxiously for the return of Bianca, a young damsel that attended her, whom she had sent to learn what it was become of Isabella. Bianca soon appeared and informed her mistress of what she had gathered from the servants that Isabella was nowhere to be found. She

related the adventure of the young peasant who had been discovered in the vault, though with many simple additions from the incoherent accounts of the domestics, and she dwelt principally on the gigantic leg and foot which had been seen in the gallery chamber. This last circumstance had terrified Bianca so much that she was rejoiced when Matilda told her that she would not go to rest but would watch till the princess should rise. The young princess wearied herself in conjectures on the flight of Isabella, and on the threats of Manfred to her mother. But what business could he have so urgent with the chaplain, said Matilda? Does he intend to have my brother's body interred privately in the chapel?

Oh, madam, said Bianca, now I guess. As you become his heiress, he is impatient to have you married. He has always been raving for more sons. I warrant he is now impatient for grandsons. As sure as I live, madam, I shall see you or bride at last. Good, madam, you won't cast off your faithful Bianca. You won't put Don of Rosara over me. Now you are a great princess. My poor Bianca, said Matilda, how fast your thoughts amble. I, a great princess, what hast thou seen in Manfred's behavior since my brother's death

that bespeaks any increase of tenderness to me? No, Bianca, his heart was ever a stranger to me. but he is my father, and I must not complain. Nay, if heaven shuts my father's heart against me, it overpays my little merit in the tenderness of my mother. Oh, that dear mother, yes, Bianca, tis there I feel the rugged temper of Manfred. I can support his harshness to me with patience, but it wounds my soul when I am witness to his causeless severity towards her.

Oh, madam, said Bianca, all men use their wives so when they are weary of them. and yet you congratulated me but now said matilda when you fancied my father intended to dispose of me i would have you a great lady replied bianca come what will i do not wish to see you moped in a convent as you would be if you had your will and if my lady your mother who knows that a bad husband is better than no husband at all to not hinder you bless me what a noise is that st nicholas forgive me i was but in jest "'It is the wind,' said Matilda, whistling through the battlements in the tower above. You have heard it a thousand times. "'Nay,' said Bianca, "'there was no harm either in what I said. "'It is no sin to talk of matrimony.'

"'And so, madam, as I was saying, "'if my Lord Manfred should offer you a handsome young prince for a bright groom, "'you would drop him a curtsey and tell him you would rather take the veil?' "'Thank heaven, I am in no such danger,' said Matilda. You know how many proposals for me he has rejected, and you thank him like a dutiful daughter, do you, madam? But come, madam. Suppose, tomorrow morning he was to send for you to the great council chamber, and there you should find at his elbow a lovely young prince with large black eyes, a smooth white forehead, and manly curling locks like jet. In short, madam, a young

hero resembling the picture of the good Alfonso in the gallery, which you sit and gaze at for hours together. Do not speak lightly of that picture, interrupted Matilda, sighing. I know the adoration with which I look at that picture is uncommon, but I am not in love with a colored panel. The character of that virtuous prince, the veneration with which my mother has inspired me for his memory, the orisons which, I know not why, she has enjoined me to pour. I know not why she has enjoined me to pour forth at his tomb, all have concurred to persuade me that somehow or other my destiny is linked with something relating to him. "'Lord, madam!

How should that be?' said Bianca. "'I have always heard that your family was in no way related to his, and I am sure I cannot conceive why my lady the princess sends you in a cold morning or a damp evening to pray at his tomb. He is no saint by the Amalach.' If you must pray, why does she not bid you address yourself to our great St. Nicholas? I am sure he is the saint I pray to for a husband. Perhaps my mind would be less affected, said Matilda, if my mother would explain her reasons to me. But it is the mystery, she observes, that inspires me with this, I know not what to call it.

As she never acts from Caprice, I am sure there is some fatal secret at bottom. I know there is. In her agony of grief from my brother's death, she dropped some words that intimated as much. Oh, dear madam, cried Bianca, what were they? No, said Matilda. If a parent lets fall a word and wishes it recalled, it is not for a child to utter it. What? Was she sorry for what she had said? asked Bianca. I am sure, madam, you may trust me. With my own secrets when I have any, I may, said Matilda, but never with my mother's. child ought to have no ears or eyes but as a parent directs. Well, to be sure, madam, you were born to be a saint, said Bianca,

and there is no resisting one's vocation. You will end in a convent at last. But there is my lady Isabella would not be so reserved to me. She will let me talk to her of young men. And when a handsome cavalier has come to the castle, she has owned to me that she wished your brother Conrad resembled him. "'Bianca,' said the princess, "'I do not allow you to mention my friend disrespectfully.

"'Isabella is of a cheerful disposition, "'but her soul is as pure as virtue itself. "'She knows your idle, babbling humor, "'and perhaps has now and then encouraged it "'to divert melancholy "'and in life in the solitude in which my father keeps us. "'Blessed Mary,' said Bianca, starting, "'there it is again.

"'Dear madam, do you hear nothing? "'This castle is certainly haunted. "'Peace,' said Matilda. "'And listen, I did think I heard a voice. "'But it must be fancy. "'Your terrors, I suppose, have infected me.' "'Indeed, indeed, madam,' said Bianca, half weeping with agony. "'I am sure I heard a voice.'

"'Does anybody lie in the chamber beneath?' said the princess. "'Nobody has dared to lie there,' answered Bianca, "'since the great astrologer that was your brother's tutor drowned himself. "'For certain, madam, his ghost and the young princes, are now met in the chamber below. For heaven's sake, let us fly to your mother's apartment. I charge you not to stir, said Matilda. If they are spirits in pain, we may ease their sufferings by questioning them. They can mean no hurt to us, for we have not injured them. And if they should, shall we be more safe in one chamber than in another? Reach me my beads.

We will say a prayer, and then speak to them. Oh, dear lady, I would not speak to a ghost for the world, cried Bianca. As she said those words, they heard the casement of the little chamber below Matilda's open. They listened attentively, and in a few minutes thought they heard a person sing, but could not distinguish the words. This can be no evil spirit, said the princess in a low voice. It is undoubtedly one of the family. Open the window, and we shall know the voice.

I dare not indeed, madam. said Bianca. Thou art a very fool, said Matilda, opening the window gently herself. The noise the princess made was, however, heard by the person beneath, who stopped, and, they concluded, had heard the casement open.

Is anybody below? Said the princess. If there he is, speak. Yes, said an unknown voice. Who is it? said Matilda. A stranger, replied the voice. What stranger?

said she and how didst thou come there at this unusual hour when all the gates of the castle are locked i am not here willingly answered the voice but pardon me lady if i have disturbed your rest i knew not that i was overheard sleep has forsaken me i left a restless couch and came to waste the irksome hours but gazing on the fair approach of mourning impatient to be dismissed from this castle thy words and accents said matilda are of none uncommon cast if thou art unhappy i pity thee if poverty afflicts thee let me know it i will mention thee to the princess whose beneficent soul ever melts for the distressed and she will relieve thee i am indeed unhappy said the stranger and i know not what wealth is but i do not complain of the lot which heaven has cast for me i am young and healthy and am not ashamed of owning my support to myself yet think me not proud or that i disdain your generous offers i will remember you in my orisons and will pray for blessings on your gracious self and your noble mistress if i sigh lady it is for others Not for myself. Now I have it, madam, said Bianca, whispering to the princess, This is certainly the young peasant, and by my conscience he is in love.

Well, this is a charming adventure. Do, madam, let us sift him. He does not know you, but takes you for one of my lady Hippolyta's women. Are thou not ashamed, Bianca, said the princess, what right have we to pry into the secrets of this young man's heart? He seems virtuous and frank and tells us he is unhappy. Are those circumstances that authorize us to make a property of him? How are we entitled to his confidence?

Lord, madam, how little you know of love, replied Bianca, why lovers have no pleasure equal to talking of their mistress. And would you have me become a peasant's confidant? said the princess. Well, then let me talk to him, said Bianca. though I have the honour of being your highnesses made of honour, I was not always so great. Besides, if love levels ranks, it raises them too.

I have a respect for any young man in love. Peace, simpleton, said the princess. Though he said he was unhappy, it does not follow that he must be in love. Think of all that has happened today and tell me if there are no misfortunes but what love causes. stranger presumed the princess if thy misfortunes have not been occasioned by their own fault and are within the compass of the princess apolit's power to redress i will take upon me to answer that she will be thy protectress when thou art dismissed from this castle repair to holy father jerome at the convent adjoining to the church of st nicholas and make thy story known to him as far as thou thinkest meet he will not fail to inform the princess who is the mother of all that want her assistance farewell it is not seemly for me to hold further converse with a man at this unwonted hour may the saints guard thee gracious lady replied the peasant but oh if a poor and worthless stranger might presume to beg a minute's audience farther am i so happy the casement is not shut might i venture to ask speak quickly said matilda the morning dawns apace should the labour come into the fields and perceive us,

what wouldst thou ask? I know not how. I know not if I dare, said the young stranger, faltering. Yet the humanity with which you have spoken to me emboldened, Lady, dare I trust you? Heavens, said Matilda. What dost thou mean?

With what wouldst thou trust me? Speak boldly, if thy secret is fit to be entrusted to a virtuous breast. I would ask, said the peasant, recollecting. himself, whether what I have heard from the domestics is true that the princess is missing from the castle. What imports it to thee to know? replied Matilda. Thy first words bespoke a prudent and becoming gravity. Dost thou come hither to pride to the secrets of Manfred?

Adieu. I have been mistaken in thee. Saying these words, she shut the casement hastily without giving the young man time to reply. I had acted more wisely, said the princess to Bianca, with some sharpness, if I had let thee converse with this peasant. His inquisitiveness seems of a peace with thy own. It is not fit for me to argue with Your Highness, replied Bianca, but perhaps the questions I should have put to him would have been more to the purpose than those you have been pleased to ask him. Oh, no doubt, said Matilda, you are a very discreet personage. May I know what you would have asked him? A bystander often sees more of the game than those that play, answered Bianca.

Does your highness think, madam, that this question about my lady Isabella was the result of mere curiosity? No, no, madam, there is more in it than you great folks are aware of. Lopez told me that all the servants believe this young fellow contrived my lady Isabella's escape. Now pray, madam, observe, you and I both. know that my lady isabella never much fancied the prince your brother well he is killed just in a critical minute i accuse nobody a helmet falls from the moon so my lord your father says but lopez and all the servants say that this young spark is a magician and stole it from alfonso's tomb have done with this rhapsody of impertinence said matilda nay madam as you please cried bianca Yet it is, very particular, though, that my lady Isabella should be missing the very same day, and that this young sorcerer should be found at the mouth of the trap-door.

I accuse nobody, but if my young lord came honestly by his death, dare not on thy duty, said Matilda, to breathe a suspicion on the purity of my dear Isabella's fame. Purity or not purity, said Bianca, gone she is. A stranger is found that nobody knows. You question him yourself. He tells you he is in love or unhappy. It is the same thing. Nay, he owned he was unhappy about others.

And is anybody unhappy about another unless they are in love with them? And at the very next word, he asks, innocently, poor soul, if my lady Isabella is missing. To be sure, said Matilda, thy observations are not totally without foundation. Isabella's flight amazes me. The curiosity of the stranger is very particular. Yet Isabella never concealed a thought from me. So she told you, said Bianca, to fish out your secrets. But who knows, madam, but this stranger may be some prince in disguise.

Do, madam, let me open the window and ask him a few questions. No, replied Matilda, I will ask him myself, if he knows. ought of Isabella. He is not worthy, I should converse farther with them. She was going to open the casement when they heard the bell ring at the postern gate of the castle, which is on the right hand of the tower, where Matilda lay. This prevented the princess from renewing the conversation with a stranger. After continuing silent for some time, I am persuaded, said she to Bianca, that whatever be the cause of Isabella's flight, it had no unworthy motive. If this stranger was accessory to it, she must be satisfied with his fidelity and worth.

I observed, did not you, Bianca, that his words were tinctured with an uncommon infusion of piety. It was no ruffian speech. His phrases were becoming a man of gentle birth. I told you, madam, said Bianca, that I was sure he was some prince in disguise. And yet, said Matilda, if he was privy to her as. escape, how do you account for his not accompanying her in her flight? Why expose himself unnecessarily and rashly to my father's resentment? As for that, madam, replied she, if he could get from under the helmet, he will find ways of eluding your father's anger. I do not doubt, but he has some talisman or other about him. You resolve everything into magic,

said Matilda, but a man who has any intercourse with infernal spirits does not dare to make use of those tremendous and holy words which he uttered. Didst thou not observe, with what fervor he vowed to remember me to heaven in his prayers? Yes, Isabella was undoubtedly convinced of his piety. Commend me to the piety of a young fellow and a damsel that consult to elope, said Bianca. No, no matter. A lady Isabella is of another guess mold than you take her for. She used indeed to sigh and lift up her eyes in your company because she knows you are a saint.

But when your back was turned, you wrong her, said Matilda. Isabella is no hypocrite. She has a due sense of devotion, but never affected a call she has not. On the contrary, she always combated my inclination for the cloister. And though I own the mystery she has made to me of her flight confounds me, though it seems inconsistent with the friendship between us, I cannot forget the disinterested warmth with which she always opposed my taking the veil. She wished to see me married, though my dower would have been a loss to her and my brother's children.

For her sake, I will believe well of this young peasant. Then you do think there is some liking between them, said Bianca. While she was speaking, a servant came hastily into the chamber, and told the princess that the lady Isabella was found. Where? said Matilda. She has taken sanctuary in St. Nicholas's church, replied the servant. Father Jerome has brought the news himself. He is below with his highness.

Where is my mother? said Matilda. She is in her own chamber, madam, and has asked for you. Manfred had risen at the first dawn of light, and gone to Hippolyta's apartment to inquire if she knew ought of Isabella. While he was questioning her, word was brought that Jerome demanded to speak with him. Manfred, little suspecting the cause of the friar's arrival, and knowing he was employed by Hippolyta in her charities, ordered him to be admitted, intending to leave them together while he pursued his search after Isabella.

"'Is your business with me?' or the princess,' said Manfred. "'With both,' replied the holy man. "'The lady Isabella—' "'What other?' interrupted Manfred eagerly. "'He set St. Nicholas's altar,' replied Jerome. "'That is no business of Hippolyta,' said Manfred, with confusion. "'Let us retire to my chamber, father, and inform me how she came thither.' "'No, my lord,' replied the good man, with an air of firmness and authority that daunted even the resident Manfred,

who could not help revering the saint-like virtues of Jerome. "'My commission is to both. And with your highness's good-liking, in the presence of both, I shall deliver it. But first, my lord, I must interrogate the princess, whether she is acquainted with the cause of the Lady Isabella's retirement from your castle. No, on my soul, said Apollita, does Isabella charge me with being privy to it? Father, interrupted Manfred, I paid you reverence to your holy profession, but I am sovereign here and will allow no meddling priest to interfere in the affairs of my domestic. If you have ought to say, attend me to my chamber.

I do not use to let my wife be acquainted with the secret affairs of my state. They are not within a woman's province. My lord, said the holy man, I am no intruder into the secrets of families. My office is to promote peace, to heal divisions, to preach repentance, and teach mankind to curb their headstrong passions. I forgive your highness's uncharitable apostrophe. I know my duty, and am the minister of a mightier prince than Manfred. Harken to him who speaks through my organs.

Manfred trembled with rage and shame. Apolitous countenance declared her astonishment and impatience to know where this would end. Her silence more strongly spoke her observance of Manfred. The Lady Isabella, resumed Jerome, commends. herself to both your highnesses. She thanks both for the kindness with which she has been treated in your castle. She deplores the loss of your son and her own misfortune in not becoming the daughter of such wise and noble princes, whom she shall always respect as parents. She prays for uninterrupted union and felicity between you. Mansford's color changed. But as it is no

longer possible for her to be allied to you, she entreats your consent to remain in sanctuary, till she can learn news of her father, or, by the certainty of his death, be at liberty with the approbation of her guardians to dispose of herself in suitable marriage. I shall give no such consent, said the prince, but insist on her return to the castle without delay. I am answerable for her person to her guardians, and will not brook her being in any hands but my own. Your Highness will recollect whether that can any longer be proper, replied the friar. I want no monitor, said Manfred, coloring. Isabella's conduct leaves room for strange suspicions, and that young villain, who was at least the accomplice of her flight,

if not the cause of it, the cause, interrupted Jerome, was a young man, the cause. This is not to be born, cried Manfred. Am I to bearded in my own palace by an insolent monk? Thou are privy, I guess, to their amours. I would pray to heaven to clear up your uncharitable surmises, said Jerome, if your highness were not satisfied in your conscience, how unjustly you accuse me. I do pray to heaven to pardon that uncharitableness, and I implore your highness to leave the princess at the princess, peace in that holy place, where she is not liable to be disturbed by such vain and worldly fantasies

as discourses of love from any man. "'Can't not to me,' said Manfred, "'but return, and bring the princess to her duty.' "'It is my duty to prevent her return hither,' said Jerome. "'She is where orphans and virgins are safest from the snares and wiles of this world. and nothing but a parent's authority shall take her thence. I am her parent, cried Manfred, and demand her. She wished to have you for her parent, said the friar,

but heaven that forbade that connection has forever dissolved all ties betwixt you, and I announced, dear highness, Stop, audacious man, said Manfred, and dread my displeasure. Holy Father, said Hippolyta, it is your office to be no respecter of persons. You must speak as your duty prescribes, but it is my duty to hear nothing

that it pleases not my lord I should hear. Attend the prince to his chamber. I will retire to my oratory and pray to the Blessed Virgin to inspire you with her holy counsels and to restore the heart of my gracious Lord, to its wanted peace and gentleness. Excellent woman, said the friar. My lord, I attend your pleasure.

Manfred, accompanied by the friar, passed to his own apartment, where, shutting the door, I perceive, father, said he, that Isabella has acquainted you with my purpose. Now hear my resolve and obey. Reasons of state, most urgent reasons, my own and the safety of my people,

demand that I should have a son. It is in vain to expect an heir from Hippolyta. I have made choice of Isabella. You must bring her back, and you must do more. I know the influence you have with Apolliter. Her conscience is in your hands. She is, I allow, a faultless woman. Her soul is set on heaven,

and scorns the little grandeur of this world. you can withdraw her from it entirely. Persuade her to consent to the dissolution of our marriage, and to retire into a monastery. She shall endow one, if she will, and she shall have the means of being as liberal to your order as she or you can wish. Thus you will divert the calamities that are hanging over our heads, and have the merit of saving the principality of Otranto from destruction. you are a prudent man and though the warmth of my temper betrayed me into some unbecoming expressions i honour your virtue and wish to be indebted to you for the repose of my life and the preservation of my family the will of heaven be done said the friar i am but its worthless instrument it makes use of my tongue to tell thee prince of thy unwarrantable designs the injuries of the virtuous and Apollita have mounted to the throne of pity.

By me thou art reprimanded for thy adulterous intention of repudiating her. By me thou art warned not to pursue the incestuous design on thy contracted daughter. Heaven that delivered her from thy fury when the judgments so recently fallen on thy house ought to have inspired thee with other thoughts will continue to watch over her. Even I, a poor and despised friar, am able to protect her from thy violence. I, sinners, I am, and uncharitably reviled by Your Highness, as an accomplice of a no-not-what amours, scorn the allurements with which it has pleased thee to tempt mine honesty. I love my order.

I honour devout souls. I respect the piety of thy princess, but I will not betray the confidence she reposes in. me, nor serve even the cause of religion by foul and sinful compliances. But forsooth, the welfare of the state depends on your highness having a son? Heaven mocks the short-sighted views of man. But yester morn, whose house was so great, so flourishing as Manfred's. Where is young Conrad now? My lord, I respect your tears, but I mean not to check them.

Let them flow, Prince. They will weigh more with heaven toward the welfare of thy subjects than a marriage which founded on lust or policy could never prosper. The sceptre which passed from the race of Alphonseo to thine

cannot be preserved by a match which the church will never allow. If it is the will of the most high that Manfred's name must perish, resign yourself, my lord, to its decrees, and thus deserve a a crown that can never pass away. Come, my lord, I like this sorrow.

Let us return to the princess. She is not apprised of your cruel intentions, nor did I mean more than to alarm you. You saw with what gentle patience, with what efforts of love she heard, she rejected hearing the extent of your guilt. I know she longs to fold you in her arms and assure you of her unalterable affection. Father, said the prince, you mistake my compunction. True, I honor Hippolyta's virtues.

I think her a saint, and wish it were for my soul's health to tie faster than not that has united us. But alas, father, you know not the bitterest of my pangs. It is some time that I have had scruples on the legality of our union. Hippolyta is related to me in the fourth degree. It is true we had a displeasure. but I have been informed that she had also been contracted to another. This it is that sits heavy at my heart. To this state of unlawful wedlock I impute the visitation that has fallen on me in the death of Conrad.

Ease my conscience of this burden, dissolve our marriage, and accomplish the work of godliness, which your divine exhortations have commenced in my soul. How cutting was the anguish which the good man felt when he perceived this turn in the wily prince? He trembled for Apollita, whose ruin he saw was determined, and he feared if Manfred had no hope of recovering Isabella, that his impatience for a son would direct him to some other object who might not be equally proof against the temptation of Manfred's rank. For some time the Holy Man remained absorbed in thought. At length, conceiving some hopes from delay, he thought the wisest conduct would be to prevent the prince from despairing of recovering Isabella. Her, the friar, knew he could dispose, from her affection to Apolliter, and from the aversion she had expressed to informant's addresses, to second his views, till the censures of the church could be fulminated against a divorce.

with this intention, as if struck with the prince's scruples, he at length said, My lord, I have been pondering on what Your Highness has said, And if in truth it is delicacy of conscience that is the real motive of your repugnance to your virtuous lady, Far be it from me to endeavour to harden your heart, The church is an indulgent, mother, unfold your griefs to her. She alone can administer comfort to your, your soul, either by satisfying your conscience, or, upon examination of your scruples, by setting you at liberty and indulging you in the lawful means of continuing your lineage.

In the latter case, if the Lady Isabella can be brought to consent, Manfred, who concluded that he had either overreached the good man, or that his first warmth had been but a tribute paid to appearance, was overjoyed at this sudden turn, and repeated that. the most magnificent promises if he should succeed by the friar's mediation. The well-meaning priest suffered him to deceive himself, fully determined to traverse his views instead of seconding them. Since we now understand one another, resumed the prince, I expect, father, that you satisfy me in one point.

Who is the youth that I found in the vault? He must have been privy to Isabella's flight. Tell me truly. Is he her lover? Or is he an agent for another's passion? I have often suspected Isabella's indifference to my son. A thousand circumstances crowd on my mind that confirm that suspicion. She herself was so conscious of it that while I discoursed her in the gallery,

she outran my suspicions, and endeavored to justify herself from coolness to Conrad. The friar who knew nothing of the youth but what he had learned occasionally from the principal, says, ignorant, what was become of him, and not sufficiently reflecting on the impetuosity of Manfred's temper, conceived that it might not be amiss to sow the seeds of jealousy in his mind. They might be turned to some use hereafter, neither by prejudicing the prince against Ilebella, if he persisted in that union, or by diverting his attention to the wrong scent, and employing his thoughts on a visionary intrigue, prevent his engaging in every single. any new pursuit. With this unhappy policy, he answered in a manner to confirm Manfred

in the belief of some connection between Isabella and the youth. The prince, whose passions wanted little fuel to throw them into a blaze, fell into a rage at the idea of what the friar suggested. "'I will fathom to the bottom of this intrigue,' cried he, and quitting Jerome abruptly with a command to remain there till his return, he hastened to the great hall of the castle, and ordered the peasant to be brought before him thou hardened young impostor said the prince as soon as he saw the youth what becomes of thy boasted veracity now it was providence was it and the light of the moon that discovered the lock of the trap-door to thee tell me audacious boy who thou art and how long thou hast been acquainted with the princess and take care to answer with less equivocation than thou didst last night or tortures shall ring the truth from thee the young man perceiving that his share in the flight of the princess was discovered and concluding that anything he should say could no longer be of any service or detriment to her replied i am no impostor my lord nor have i deserved a probrious language i answered to every question your highness put to me last night with the same veracity that i shall speak now and that will not be from fear of your torture

but because my soul abhors a falsehood. Please to repeat your questions, my lord, I am ready to give you all the satisfaction in my power. You know my questions, replied the prince, and only want time to prepare an evasion. Speak directly, who art thou? And how long hast thou been known to the princess? I am a laborer at the next village, said the peasant.

My name is Theodore. The princess found me in the vault last night. before that hour I never was in her presence. I may believe as much or as little as I please of this, said Manfred, but I will hear thy own story before I examine to the truth of it. Tell me, What reason did the princess give thee for making her escape? Thy life depends on thy answer. She told me, replied Theodore, that she was on the brink of destruction,

and that if she could not escape from the castle, she was indomings. she was in danger in a few moments of being made miserable forever. And on this slight foundation, on a silly girl's report, said Manfred, thou didst hazard my displeasure? I fear no man's displeasure, said Theodore, when a woman, in distress, puts herself under my protection. During this examination, Matilda was going to the apartment of Apollita. At the upper end of the hall where Manfred sat was a boarded gallery with latticed wind

knows, through which Matilda and Bianca were to pass. Hearing her father's voice, and seeing the servants assembled round him, she stopped to learn the occasion. The prisoner soon drew her attention, the steady and composed manner in which he answered, and the gallantry of his last reply, which were the first word she heard distinctly, interested her in his favour. His person was noble, handsome, and commanding, even in his. that situation, but his countenance soon engrossed her whole care.

"'Heavens, Bianca,' said the princess softly, "'do I dream, or is not that youth the exact resemblance of Alfonso's picture in the gallery?' She could say no more, for her father's voice grew louder at every word. "'This bravado,' said he, "'s surpasses all thy former insolence. "'Thou shalt experience the wrath with which thou darest to trifle. Seize him, continued Manfred, and bind him. The first news the princess hears of her champion shall be that he has lost his head for her sake. The injustice of which thou are guilty towards me, said Theodore, convinces me that I have done a good deed in delivering the princess

from thy tyranny. May she be happy, whatever becomes of me. This is a lover, cried Manfred in a rage, a peasant within sight of death is not animated by such sentiments tell me tell me rash boy who thou art or the wrath shall force thy secret from thee thou hast threatened me with death already said the youth for the truth i have told thee if that is all the encouragement i am to expect for sincerity i am not tempted to indulge thy vain curiosity further then thou wilt not speak said manfred i will not replied he bear him away into the courtyard said manfred i will see his head this instant severed to his body matilda fainted at hearing those words bianca shrieked and cried help help the princess is dead manfred started at this ejaculation and demanded what was the matter the young peasant who heard it too, was struck with horror, and asked eagerly the same question. But Manfred ordered him to be hurried into the court, and kept there for execution, till he had informed himself of the cause of Bianca's shrieks.

When he learned the meaning, he treated it as a womanish panic, and, ordering Matilda to be carried to her apartment, he rushed into the court, and calling for one of his guards, bad Theodore kneeled down and prepared to receive the fatal blow. The undaunted youth received the bitter sentence with a resignation that touched every heart but Manfred's. He wished earnestly to know the meaning of the words he had heard relating to the princess, but fearing to exasperate the tyrant more against her, he desisted. The only boon he dained to ask was that he might be permitted to have a confessor and make his peace with heaven. Manfred, who hoped by the confessor's means to come at the youth's history,

readily granted his request, and being convinced that Father Jerome was now in his interest, he ordered him to be called and shrive the prisoner. The holy man, who had little foreseen the catastrophe that is in prudence occasioned, fell on his knees to the prince, and adjured him in the most solemn manner not to shed innocent blood. He accused himself in the bitterest terms for his indiscretion, endeavored to disculpate the youth, and left no method untried to soften the tyrant's rage. Manfred, more incensed than appeased by Jerome's intercession,

whose retraction now made him suspect he had been imposed upon by both, commanded the friar to do his duty, telling him he would not allow the prisoner many minutes for confession. "'Nor do I ask many, my lord,' said the unhappy young man. "'My sins, thank heaven, have not been numerous, nor exceed what might be expected at my years.' "'Dry your tears, good father, and let us dispatch. "'This is a bad world, nor have I had cause to leave it with regret.' "'Oh, wretched youth,' said Jerome,

"'how canst thou bear the sight of me with patience? "'I am thy murderer, it is I have brought this dismal out. power upon thee. I forgive thee from my soul, said the youth, as I hope heaven will pardon me. Hear my confession, father, and give me thy blessing. How can I prepare thee for thy passage as I ought, said Jerome? Thou canst not be saved without pardoning thy foes,

and canst thou forgive that impious man there? I can, said Theodore. I do. And does not this touch the cruel prince? said the friar. I sent for thee to confess him, said Manfred sternly, not to plead for him. Thou didst first incense me against him.

His blood be upon thy head. It will, it will, said the good man, in an agony of sorrow. thou and I must never hope to go where this blessed youth is going. Dispatch, said Manfred, I am no more to be moved by the whining of priests than by the shrieks of women. What, said the youth, is it possible that my fate could have occasioned what I heard? Is the princess then again in thy power? Thou dost but remember me of my wrath, said Manfred. "'Prepare thee, for this moment is thy last.'

The youth, who felt his indignation rise, and who was touched with the sorrow, which he saw he had infused into all the spectators, as well as into the fire, suppressed his emotions, and putting off his doublet, and unbuttoning his collar, knelt down to his prayers. As he stooped, his shirt slipped down below his shoulder, and discovered the mark of a bloody assail. arrow. Gracious heaven, cried the holy man, starting, What do I see? It is my child, my Theodore. The passions that ensued must be conceived. They cannot be painted.

The tears of the assistance were suspended by wonder, rather than stopped by joy. They seemed to inquire in the eyes of their lord what they ought to feel. Surprise? eyes, doubt, tenderness, respect, succeeded each other in the countenance of a youth. He received with modest submission the effusion of the old man's tears and embraces. Yet, afraid of giving a loose to hope, and suspecting from what had passed the inflexibility of Manfred's temper, he cast a glance towards the prince as if to say,

Canst thou be unmoved at such a scene as this? Manfred's heart was capable of being touched. He forgot his anger in his astonishment. Yet his pride forbade his owning himself affected. He even doubted whether this discovery was not a contrivance of the fire to save the youth. What may this mean? said he. How can he be thy son? Is it consistent with thy profession, or reputed sanctity to avow a peasant's offspring for the fruit of thy irregular amours?

"'Oh, God,' said the Holy Man, "'dest thou question his being mine? "'Could I feel the anguish I do if I were not his father? "'Spare him, good prince, spare him, and revile me as thou pleasest.' "'Spare him! Spare him!' cried the attendants. "'For this good man's sake!' "'Piece,' said Manfred sternly. "'I must know more, ere I am disposed to pardon,

a saint's bastard may be no saint himself. Injurious Lord, said Theodore, add not insult to cruelty. If I am this venerable man's son, though no prince as thou art, know the blood that flows in my veins, yes, said the friar interrupting him, his blood is noble, nor is he that abject thing, my lord, you speak him. He is my lawful son, and Sicily can boast a few houses, more ancient than that of Falconara. But alas, my lord, what is blood?

What is nobility? We are all reptiles, miserable, sinful creatures. It is piety alone that can distinguish us from the dust once we sprung, and whither we must return. Truce to your sermon, said Manfred. You forget you are no longer friar Jerome, but the count of falconara. Let me know your history.

You will have time to moralize hereafter, if you should not happen to obtain the grace of that sturdy criminal here. Mother God, said the friar, Is it possible, my lord, can refuse a father the life of his only, his long, lost child? Trample me, my lord, scorn, afflict me, accept my life for his, but spare my son. Thou canst feel, then, said Manfred, what it is to lose. an only son. A little hour ago thou didst preach up resignation to me.

My house, if fate so pleased, must perish, but the Count of Alcanar. Alas, my lord, said Jerome, I confess I have offended. But aggravate not an old man's sufferings. I boast not of my family, nor think of such vanities. It is nature that pleads for this boy. It is the memory of the dear woman that bore him. is she theodore is she dead her soul has long been with the blessed said theodore oh how cried jerome tell me no she is happy thou art all my care now

most dread lord will you will you grant me my poor boy's life return to thy convent answered manfred conduct the princess hither obey me and what else thou knowest "'And I promise thee the life of thy son.' "'Oh, my lord,' said Jerome, "'is my honesty the price I must pay for this dear youth safety?' "'For me,' cried Theodore, "'let me die a thousand deaths rather than stain thy conscience. "'What is it, the tyrant, what exact of thee? "'Is the princess still safe from his power?

"'Protect her, thou venerable old man, "'and let all the weight of his wrath fall on me.' jerome endeavoured to check the impetuosity of the youth and ere manfred could reply the trampling of horses was heard in a brazen trumpet which hung without the gate of the castle was suddenly sounded at the same instant the sable plumes on the enchanted helmet which still remained at the other end of the court were tempestuously agitated and nodded thrice as if bowed by some invisible wearer end of chapter two recording by Thomas Copeland Chapter 3 of the Castle of O'Tranto by Horace Walpole This Librevox recording is in the public domain Recording by Thomas Copeland

Chapter 3 Manfred's heart misgave him when he beheld the plumage On the miraculous cask shaken in concert with the sounding of the brazen trumpet Father, said he to Jerome, whom he now ceased to treat his Count Falconara What mean these portents? If I have offended, the plumes were shaken with greater violence than before. Unhappy prince that I am, cried Manfred,

Holy Father, will you not assist me with your prayers? My lord, replied Jerome, Heaven is no doubt displeased with your mockery of its servants. Submit yourself to the church, and cease to persecute her ministers, dismiss this innocent youth, and learn to respect the holy character I wear. Heaven will not be trifled with. You see, the trumpet sounded again.

I acknowledge I have been too hasty, said Manfred. Father, do you go to the wicket and demand who is at the gate? Do you grant me the life of Theodore, replied the friar? I do, said Manfred, but inquire who is without? Jerome, falling on the neck of his son, discharged a flood of tears that spoke the fullness of his soul. He promised to go to the gate, said Manfred. I thought, replied the friar, Your Highness would excuse my thanking you first in this tribute of my heart.

Go, dearest, sir, said Theodore. Obey the Prince. I do not deserve that you should delay his satisfaction for me. Jerome, inquiring who was without, was answered, A herald! From whom? said he. "'From the knight of the gigantic saber,' said the herald. "'And I must speak with the usurper of Otranto.' Jerome returned to the prince and did not fail to repeat the message in the very words it had been uttered. The first sounds struck Manfred with terror,

but when he heard himself styled usurper, his rage rekindled and all his courage revived. "'Eusurper! Insolent villain!' cried he. dares to question my title. Retire, father, this is no business for monks. I will meet this presumptuous man myself. Go to your convent and prepare the princess's return. Your son shall be a hostage for your fidelity.

His life depends on your obedience. Good heaven, my lord, cried Jerome. Your highness did but this instant freely pardoned, my child. Have you so soon forgot the interposition of heaven? "'Heaven,' replied Manfred, "'does not send heralds to question the title of a lawful prince. "'I doubt whether it even notifies its will through friars, "'but that is your affair, not mine.

"'At present, you know my pleasure, "'and it is not a saucy herald that shall save your son "'if you do not return with the princess.' "'It was in vain for the Holy Man to reply. "'Manfred commanded him to be conducted to the postern gate "'and shut out from the count. castle. And he ordered some of his attendants to carry Theodore to the top of the black tower and guard him strictly, scarce permitting the father and son to exchange a hasty embrace at parting.

He then withdrew to the hall, and, seating himself in princely state, ordered the herald to be admitted to his presence. "'Well, thou insolent,' said the prince, "'what wouldst thou with me?' "'I come,' replied he, to thee Manfred, usurper of the principality of Otranto, from the renowned and invincible knight the knight of the gigantic sabre. In the name of his Lord Frederick Marquess of Vicenza, he demands the Lady Isabella, daughter of that prince whom thou hast basely and traitorously got into thy power by bribing her false guardians during his absence. And he requires thee to resign the principality of O'Tronto,

which thou hast usurped from the said Lord Frederick, the nearest, is to blood to the last rightful Lord, Alfonso the good. If thou dost not instantly comply with these just demands, he defies thee to single combat to the last extremity. And so saying the herald cast down his water. And where is this braggard who sends thee? said Manfred. At the distance of a league, said the herald. He comes to make good his lord's claim against thee

as he is a true knight, and thou an usurper and rhaps. A travisher. Injurious as this challenge was, Manfred reflected that it was not his interest to provoke the Marquess. He knew how well-founded the claim of Frederick was, nor was this the first time he had heard of it. Frederick's ancestors had assumed the style of Princes of Otranto from the death of Afonso the good without his shoe. But Manfred, his father and grandfather, had been too powerful for the House of Vincenza to dispossess them. Frederick, the marshal and amorous young prince, had married a beautiful young lady of whom he was enamored, and who had died in childbed of Isabella. Her death affected him so much that he had taken the cross and gone to the Holy Land, where he was wounded in an engagement against the invidels, made prisoner, and reported to be dead. When the news reached Manfred's ears, he bribed the guardians of the Lady Isabella to deliver her up to him as a bride for his son Conrad.

by which alliance he had proposed to unite the claims of the two houses. This motive, on Conrad's death, had cooperated to make him so suddenly resolve on espousing her himself, and the same reflection determined him now to endeavor at obtaining the consent of Frederick to this marriage. A like policy inspired him with the thought of inviting Frederick's champion into the castle, lest he should be informed of Isabella's flight, which he strictly enjoined. his domestics not to disclose to any of the knight's retinue. Harold, said Manfred, as soon as he had digested these reflections, Return to thy master and tell him,

ere we liquidate our differences by the sword, Manfred would hold some converse with him. Bid him welcome to my castle, where, by my faith, as I am a true knight, he shall have courteous reception, and full security for himself and followers. if we cannot adjust our quarrel by amicable means i swear he shall depart in safety and shall have full satisfaction according to the loss of arms so help me god and his holy trinity the herald made three obeisances and retired during this interview jerome's mind was agitated by a thousand contrary passions he trembled for the life of his son and his first thought was to persuade isabel to return to the castle. Yet he was scarce less alarmed at the thought of her union with Manfred. He dreaded Hippolytus unbounded submission to the will of her lord, and though he did not doubt

but he could alarm her piety not to consent to a divorce, if he could get access to her, yet should Manfred discover that the obstruction came from him, it might be equally fatal to Theodore. He was impatient to know whence came the herald, who with so little little. management had questioned the title of Manfred. Yet he did not dare absent himself from the convent, lest Isabella should leave it, and her flight be imputed to him. He returned disconsolately to the monastery, uncertain on what conduct to resolve. A monk who met him on the porch, and observed his melancholy air, said, alas, brother, is it then true that we have lost our excellent Princess apolita. The holy man started and cried,

What meanest thou, brother? I come this instant from the castle and left her in perfect health. Martelli, replied the other fire, passed by the convent, but a quarter of an hour ago on his way from the castle and reported that Her Highness was dead. All our brethren have gone to the chapel to pray for her happy transit to a better life, and willed me to wait thy arrival they know thy holy attachment to that good lady and are anxious for the affliction it will cause in thee indeed we have all reason to weep she was a mother to our house but this life is a pilgrimage we must not murmur we shall all follow her may our end be like hers good brother thou dreamest said jerome i tell thee i come from the castle and left the princess well where is the lady isabella poor gentlewoman replied the friar. I told her the sad news and offered her spiritual comfort. I reminded her of the transitory condition of mortality, and advised her to take the veil. I quoted the example of the

Holy Princess Sancho of Aragon. Thy zeal was laudable, said Jerome, impatiently, but at present it was unnecessary. Hippolyta is well. At least I trust in the Lord she is. I heard nothing to the contrary. Yet methinks the prince's earnestness. Well, brother, where is? Where is? is the lady Isabella. I know not, said the friar. She wept much and said she would retire to her chamber. Jerome left his comrade abruptly and hastened to the princess, but she was not in her chamber. He inquired of the domestics of the convent but could learn no news of her.

He searched in vain throughout the monastery and the church, and dispatched messengers round the neighborhood to get intelligence if she had been seen, but to no purpose. nothing could equal the good man's perplexity. He judged that Isabella, suspecting Manfred of having precipitated his wife's death, had taken the alarm and withdrawn herself to some more secret place of concealment. This new flight would probably carry the prince's fury to the height. The report of Apolit's death, though it seemed almost incredible, increased his consternation, and though Isabella's escape bespoke her aversion of Manfred for a husband,

Jerome could feel no comfort from it while it endangered the life of his son. He determined to return to the castle and made several of his brethren accompany him to attest his innocence to Manfred, and, if necessary, join their intercession with his for Theodore. The prince, in the meantime, had passed into the court, and ordered the gates of the castle to be flung open for the reception of the stranger knight and his train. In a few minutes the cavalcade arrived, first came two harbingers with wands next a herald followed by two pages and two trumpets then a hundred foot guards these were attended by as many horse after them fifty footmen clothed in scotlet and black the colours of the night then a lead horse two heralds on each side of a gentleman on horseback bearing a banner with the arms of echinza and o tronto quarterly a circumstance that much offended manfred

but he stifled his resentment. Two more pages. The knight's confessor, telling his beads. Fifty more footmen, clad as before. Two knights habited in complete armor their beavers down, comrades to the principal knight. The squires of the two knights carrying their shields and devices. The knight's own squire. A hundred gentlemen bearing an enormous sword and seeming to faint under the weight of it.

The knight himself, on a chestnut steed in complete armor. his lance in the rest, his face entirely concealed by his visor, which was surmounted by a large plume of scarlet and black feathers. Fifty-foot guards, with drums and trumpets, closed the procession, which wheeled off to the right and left to make room for the principal night. As soon as he approached the gate, he stopped. And the herald advancing? Read again the words of the challenge. Manfred's eyes were fixed on the gigantic sword, and he scarcely, seemed to attend to the cartel. But his attention was soon diverted by a tempest of wind that rose behind him.

He turned, and beheld the plumes of the enchanted helmet, agitated in the same extraordinary manner as before. It required intrepidity like Manfred's not to sink under a concurrence of circumstances that seemed to announce his fate. Yet, scorning in the presence of strangers to betray the courage he had always manifested, he said boldly. Sir knight, whoever thou art, I bid thee welcome. If thou art a mortal mould, thy valour shall meet its equal. And if thou art a true knight, thou wilt scorn to employ sorcery to carry thy point. Be these omens from heaven or hell, Manfred trusts to the righteousness

of his cause, and to the aid of St. Nicholas, who has ever protected his house. Alight, sir knight, and repose thyself. Tomorrow thou shalt have a great, thou shalt have a bare field and heaven befriended the jester side. The knight made no reply, but dismounting was conducted by Manfred to the great hall of the castle. As they traversed the court, the knight stopped to gaze on the miraculous cask, and kneeling down seemed to pray inwardly for some minutes. Rising, he made a sign to the prince to lead on. As soon as they entered the hall, Manfred "'Purred proposed to the stranger to disarm, "'but the knight shook his head in token of refusal.

"'Sir Knight,' said Manfred, "'this is not courteous, "'but by my good faith I will not cross thee, "'nor shalt thou have caused a complaint "'of the Prince of Otranto. "'No treachery is designed on my part, "'I hope none is intended on thine. "'Here, take my gauge, giving him his ring.

"'Your friends and you shall enjoy the laws of hospitality. "'Rest here until refreshments are brought. i will but give orders for the accommodation of your train and return to you the three knights bowed as accepting his courtesy manfred directed the stranger's retinue to be conducted to an adjacent hospital founded by the princess apollita for the reception of pilgrims as they made the circuit of the court to return towards the gate the gigantic sword burst from the supporters and falling to the ground opposite to the helmet remained immovable manfred almost hardened to preternatural appearances surmounted the shock of this new prodigy and returning to the hall where by this time the feast was ready he invited his silent guests to take their places manfred however ill his heart was at ease endeavored to inspire the company with mirth he put several questions to them but was answered only by signs they raised their visors but sufficiently to feed themselves and that sparingly sirs said the prince ye are the first guests i ever treated within these walls who scorned to hold any intercourse with me nor has it oft been customary i ween for princes to hazard their state and dignity against strangers and mutes you say you come in the name of frederick of ycenza i have ever heard that he was a gallant and courteous knight nor would he i am bold to say think it beneath him to mix in social converse with a prince that is his equal and not unknown by deeds in arms still ye are silent

well be it as it may by the laws of hospitality and chivalry ye are masters under this roof he shall do your pleasure but come give me a goblet of wine he will not refuse to pledge me to the healths of your fair mistresses the principal knight sighed and crossed himself and was rising from the board sir knight said manfred what i said was but in sport i shall constrain you in nothing use your good light since mirth is not your mood let us be sad business may hit your fancies better let us withdraw and hear if what i have to unfold may be better relished than the vain efforts i have made for your pastime manfred then conducting the three knights into an inner chamber shut the door and inviting them to be seated began thus addressing himself to the chief personage you comes her knight as i understand in the name of the marquis of a chenzo to redemand the Lady Isabella, his daughter, who has been contracted in the face of Holy Church to my son by the consent of her illegal guardians, and to require me to resign my dominions to your Lord,

who gives himself for the nearest blood to Prince Alfonso, who so God rest. I shall speak to the latter article of your demands first. You must know, your Lord knows, that I enjoy the principality of Otranto from my father, Don Manuel. as he received it from his father, Don Ricardo. Alfonso, their predecessor, dying childless in the Holy Land,

bequeathed his estates to my grandfather, Don Ricardo, in consideration of his faithful services. The stranger shook his head. Sir Knight, said Manfred warmly, Ricardo was a valiant and upright man. He was a pious man, witness his munificent foundation of the adjoining church and two convents.

He was peculiarly patronized by St. Nicholas, my grandfather was incapable. I say, Sir, Dernicardo was incapable. Excuse me, your interruption has disordered me. I venerate the memory of my grandfather. Well, sirs, he held this estate. He held it by his good sword and by the favor of St. Nicholas. So did my father. And so, sirs, will I, come what come will. But Frederick, your lord, is nearest in blood.

I have consented to put my title to the issue of the sword. Does that imply a vicious title? I might have asked where is Frederick, your lord? Report speaks him dead in captivity. You say, your actions say, he lives. I question it not. I might, sirs, I might, but I do not. Other princes would bid Frederick take his inheritance by force, if he can.

They would not stake their dignity on a single combat. they would not submit it to the decision of unknown mutes pardon me gentlemen i am too warm but suppose yourselves in my situation as ye are stout knights would it not move your collar to have your own and the honour of your ancestors called in question but to the point ye require me to deliver up the lady isabella sirs i must ask if ye are authorized to receive her the knight nodded receive her continued manfred well you are authorized to receive her but gentle knight may i ask if you have full powers the knight nodded it is well said manfred then hear what i have to offer ye see gentlemen before you the most unhappy of men he began to weep afford me your compassion i am entitled to it indeed i am no i have lost my own only hope my joy the support of my house. Conrad died yester morning. The knight's discovered signs of surprise. Yes, sirs, fate has disposed of my son. Isabella is at liberty. Do you then restore her? cried the chief knight, breaking silence. Afford me your patience, said Manfred. I rejoice to find

by this testimony of your goodwill that this matter may be adjusted without blood. it is no interest of mine dictates what little i have farther to say ye behold in me a man disgusted with the world the loss of my son has weaned me from earthly cares power and greatness have no longer any charms in my eyes i wished to transmit the sceptre i had received from my ancestors with honour to my son but that is over life itself is so indifferent to me that i accepted your defiance with joy a good knight cannot go to the grave with more satisfaction than when falling in his vocation whatever is the will of heaven i submit for alas sirs i am a man of many sorrows manfred is no object of envy but no doubt you are acquainted with my story the knight made signs of ignorance and seemed curious to have manfred proceed is it possible sirs continued the prince that my story should be a secret to you have you heard nothing relating to me in the princess epiliter they shook their heads no thus then sirs it is you think me ambitious ambition alas is composed of more rugged material If I were ambitious, I should not for so many years have been a prey to all the hell of conscientious scruples. But I weary your patience. I will be brief.

Know, then, that I have long been troubled in mind on my union with the Princess Apolliter. Oh, sirs, if ye were acquainted with that excellent woman, if ye knew that I adore her like a mistress and cherish her as a friend. But man was not born for perfect happiness. she shares my scruples and with her consent i have brought this matter before the church for we are related within the forbidden degrees i expect every hour the definitive sentence that must separate us forever i am sure you feel for me i see you do pardon these tears the nights gazed on each other wondering where this would end manfred continued the death of my son betiding while my soul was under this anxiety i thought of nothing but resigning my dominions and retiring for ever from the sight of mankind my only difficulty was to fix on a successor who would be tender to my people and to dispose of the lady isabella who is dear to me as my own blood i was willing to restore the line of alfonso even in his most distant kindred and though pardon me i am satisfied it was he was he his will that Ricardo's lineage should take place of his own relations, yet where was I to search

for those relations? I knew of none but Frederick, your lord. He was a captive to the infidels, or dead, and were he living, and at home, would he quit the flourishing state of Vicenza for the inconsiderable principality of Otranto? If he would not, could I bear the thought of seeing a hard, unfeeling viceroy set over my poor, faithful people? For, sirs, I love my people, and thank heaven, I am beloved by them. But ye will ask whither tends this long discourse. Briefly then, thus, sirs, heaven in your arrival seems to point out a remedy for these difficulties and my misfortunes.

The Lady Isabella is at liberty. I shall soon be so. I would submit to anything for the good of my people. Were it not the best? The only way to extinguish the fuse between our families if I was to take the Lady Isabella to wife? You start. But though Hippolyta's virtues will ever be dear to me,

a prince must not consider himself. He is born for his people. A servant at that instant entering the chamber a prized Manfred that Jerome and several of his brethren demanded immediate access to him. The prince, provoked at this interruption and fearing that the friar would discover to the strangers that Isabella had taken sanctuary,

was going to forbid Jerome's entrance. But, recollecting that he was certainly arrived to notify the princess's return, Manfred began to excuse himself to the knights for leaving them for a few moments, but was prevented by the arrival of the friars. Manfred angrily reprimanded them for their initials, intrusion, and would have forced them back from the chamber, but Jerome was too much agitated

to be repulsed. He declared aloud the flight of Isabella, with protestations of his own innocence. Manfred distracted at the news, and not less it is coming to the knowledge of the strangers, uttered nothing but incoherent sentences, now abrading the fire, now apologizing to the knights, earnest to know what was become of Isabella, yet equally afraid of their knowing. impatient to pursue her, yet dreading to have them join in the pursuit. He offered to dispatch messengers in quest of her, but the chief knight, no longer keeping silence, reproached Manfred in bitter terms for his dark and ambiguous dealing, and demanded the cause of Isabella's first absence from the castle.

Manfred, casting a stern look at Jerome, implying a command of silence, pretended that on Conrad's death he had placed her in sanctuary until he could determine how to dispose of her. Jerome, who trembled for his son's life, did not dare contradict this falsehood, but one of his brethren, not under the same anxiety, declared frankly that she had fled to their church in the preceding night. The prince, in vain, had never to stop this discovery which overwhelmed him with shame and confusion. The principal's stranger, amazed at the contradictions he heard, and more than half persuaded that Manfred had secreted the princess, notwithstanding the concern he expressed at her flight, rushing to the door said, The traitor prince! Isabella shall be found. Manfred endeavored to hold him, but the other knights assisting their comrade, he broke from the prince and hastened into the court, demanding his attendance.

manfred finding it vain to divert him from the pursuit offered to accompany him and summoning his attendants and taking jerome and some of the friars to guide them they issued from the castle manfred privately giving orders to have the knight's company secured while to the knight he affected to dispatch a messenger to require their assistance the company had no sooner quitted the castle than matilda who felt herself deeply interested for the young peasants since she had seen him condemned to death in the hall, and whose thoughts had been taken up with concerting measures to save him, was informed by some of the female attendants that Manfred had dispatched all his men various ways in pursuit of Isabella. He had in his hurry given this order in general terms, not meaning to extend it to the guard he had set upon Theodore,

but forgetting it. The domestics, officious to obey so peremptory a prince, and, urged by their own curiosity and love of novelty to join in any precipitate chase, had to a man left the castle. Matilda disengaged herself from her women, stole up to the black tower, and, unbolting the door, presented herself to the astonished Theodore. Young man, said she, though filial duty and womanly modesty condemn the step I am taking, yet holy charity, surmounting all other ties, justifies this act? Fly! The doors of thy prison are open.

My father and his domestics are absent, but they may soon return. Be gone in safety, and may the angels of heaven direct thy course. Thou art surely one of those angels, said the enraptured Theodore. None but a blessed saint could speak, could act, could look like thee. May I not know the name of my divine protectress? We thought thou namest thy father. Is it possible? Can Manfred's blood feel holy pity?

Lovely lady, thou answerest not. But how art thou here thyself? Why dost thou neglect thy own safety and waste a thought on a wretch like Theodore? Let us fly together. The life thou bestowest shall be dedicated to thy defence. Alas, thou mistakeest, said Matilda, I am Manfred's daughter, but no dangers await me. Amazement, said Theodore, but last night I blessed myself for yielding thee the service

thy gracious compassion so charitably returns me now. Still thou art in error, said the princess, but this is no time for explanation. Fly, virtuous youth, while it is in my power to save thee. Should my father return, thou and I both should indeed have cause to tremble? How, said Theodore? "'Thinkest thou, charming maid, that I will accept of life at the hazard of odd calamitous to thee? Better I endured a thousand deaths.' "'I run no risk,' said Matilda, but by thy delay.

"'Depart! It cannot be known that I have assisted thy flight.' "'Swear by the saints above,' said Theodore, that thou canst not be suspected, "'else here I vow to await whatever can befall me.' "'Oh, thou are too generous,' said Matilda, but rest assured that no suspicion can alight on me. Give me thy beauteous hand in token that thou dost not deceive me, said Theodore, and let me bathe it with the warm tears of gratitude. Forbear, said the princess, this must not be.

Alas, said Theodore, I have never known by calamity until this hour. Perhaps shall never know other fortune again. Suffer the chaste raptures of holy gratitude? Tis my soul would print its a few. on thy hand. Forbear and begone, said Matilda. How would Isabella approve of seeing thee at my feet? Who is Isabella? said the young man with surprise. Oh, me, I fear, said the princess, I am serving a deceitful one. Has thou forgot thy curiosity this morning? Thy looks, thy actions, all thy beauty "'seal seem an emanation of divinity,' said Theodore,

"'but thy words are dark and mysterious. "'Speak, lady, speak to thy servant's comprehension.' "'Thou understandest but too well,' said Matilda. "'But once more I command thee to be gone. "'Thy blood which I may preserve will be on my head "'if I waste the time in vain discourse.' "'I go, lady,' said Theodore, "'because it is thy will,

"'and because I would not bring the grey hairs "'of my father with sorrow to the grave. "'Say, but adored lady.' that I have thy gentle pity? Stay, said Matilda, I will conduct thee to the subterraneous vault, by which Isabella escaped. It will lead thee to the Church of St. Nicholas,

where thou mayst take sanctuary. What, said Theodore, was it another, and not thy lovely self that I assisted to find the subterraneous passage? It was, said Matilda, but asked no more, I trembled to see thee still abide here,

fly to the sanctuary. To sanctuary. said Theodore. No, Princess, sanctuaries are for helpless damsels, or for criminals. Theodore's soul is free from guilt, nor will wear the appearance of it. Give me a sword, lady, and thy father shall learn that Theodore scorns an ignominious flight. Rash, youth, said Matilda. Thou wouldst not dare to lift thy presumptuous arm against the prince of Otranto? Not against thy father. Indeed, I dare not, said Theodore.

"'Excuse me, lady, I had forgotten. "'But could I gaze on thee and remember thou art sprung from the tyrant Manfred?' "'But he is thy father, and from this moment my injuries are buried in oblivion.' A deep and hollow groan, which seemed to come from above, startled the princess and Theodore. "'Good heaven, we are overheard,' said the princess. They listened, but, perceiving no further noise, they both concluded it was the effect of pent-up vapors. And the princess, preceding Theodore softly, carried him to her father's armoury, where, equipping him with a complete suit, he was conducted by Matilda to the postern gate.

"'Avoy the town,' said the princess, and all the western side of the castle. Tis there the search must be making by Manfred and the strangers, but hie thee to the opposite quarter. Yonder behind that forest to the east is a chain of rocks, hollowed into a labyrinth of caverns that reached into the sea-coast. There thou mayst lie concealed, till thou canst make signs to some vessel to put on shore and take thee off. Go, heaven be thy guide, and sometimes in thy prayers remember, Matilda. Theodore flung himself at her feet, and, ceasing her lily hand, which with struggles she suffered him to kiss, he vowed on the earliest opportunity to get himself knighted and fervently entreated her permission to swear himself eternally her knight.

Ether princess could reply, a clap of thunder was suddenly heard that shook the battlements. Theodore, regardless of the tempest, would have urged his suit, but the princess, dismayed, retreated hastily into the castle, and commanded the youth to be gone with an air that would not be disobeyed. he sighed and retired but with eyes fixed on the gate until matilda closing it put an end to an interview in which the hearts of both had drunk so deeply of a passion which both now tasted for the first time theodore went pensively to the convent to acquaint his father with his deliverance there he learned the absence of jerome and the pursuit that was making after the lady isabella with some particulars of whose story he now first became acquainted the generous gallantry of his nature prompted him to wish to assist her but the monks could lend him no lights to guess at the route she had taken he was not tempted to wander far in search of her for the idea of matilda had imprinted itself so strongly on his heart that he could not bear to absent himself at much distance from

her abode. The tenderness Jerome had expressed for him concurred to confirm this reluctance, and he even persuaded himself that filial affection was the chief cause of his hovering between the castle and monastery. Until Jerome should return at night, Theodore at length determined to repair to the forest that Matilda had ported out to him. Arriving there, he sought the gloomiest shades as best suited to the pleasing melancholy that reigned in his mind. In this mood he roved insensibly to the caves, which had formerly served as a retreat to hermits, and were now reported round the country to be haunted by evil spirits. He recollected to have heard this tradition, and being of a brave and adventurous disposition,

he willingly indulged his curiosity in exploring the secret recesses of this labyrinth. He had not penetrated far before he thought he heard. the steps of some person who seemed to retreat before him. Theodore, though firmly grounded in all our holy faith enjoins to be believed, had no apprehension that good men were abandoned without cause to the malice of the powers of darkness. He thought the place more likely to be infested by robbers than by those infernal agents who were reported to molest and bewildered travelers. He had long burned with impatience to approve his valor, drawing his sake,

he marched sedately onward, still directing his steps as the imperfect rustling sound before him led the way. The armour he wore was a like indication to the person who avoided him. Theodore now convinced that he was not mistaken, redoubled his pace, and evidently gained on the person that fled, whose haste increasing, Theodore came up just as a woman fell breathless before him. He hasted to raise her, but her terror was so great that he apprehended she would faint in his arms. He used every gentle word to dispel her alarms, and assured her that, far from injuring, he would defend her at the peril of his life. The lady, recovering her spirits from his courteous demeanour, and gazing on a protector, said,

Sure, I have heard that voice before. Not to my knowledge, replied Theodore, unless, as I conjecture, thou art the lady Isabella. "'Merciful heaven!' cried she. "'Thou art not sent in question, me art thou?' And saying those words she threw herself at his feet, and besought him not to deliver her up to Manfred. To Manfred, cried Theodore, "'No, lady, I have once already delivered thee from his tyranny,

and it shall fare hard with me now, but I will place thee out of the reach of his daring.' "'Is it possible?' said she, "'that thou shouldst be the generous unknown whom I met last night in the vault of the castle. Sure thou were not a mortal, but my guardian angel. On my knees let me thank, Hold, gentle princess, said Theodore,

nor demean thyself before a poor and friendless young man. If heaven has selected me for thy deliverer, I will accomplish its work, and strengthen my arm in thy cause. But come, lady, we are too near the mouth of the cavern. Let us seek its inmost recesses. I can have no tranquillity till I have peop. place they beyond the reach of danger.

Alas, what mean you, sir, said she, though all your actions are noble, though your sentiments speak the purity of your soul, is it fitting that I should accompany you alone into these perplexed retreats? Should we be found together, what would a censorious world think of my conduct? I respect your virtuous delicacy, said Theodore,

nor do you harbor a suspicion that wounds my honour. I meant to conduct. you into the most private cavity of these rocks, and then at the hazard of my life to guard their entrance against every living thing. Besides, Lady, continued he, drawing a deep sigh, beauteous and all perfect as your form is, and though my wishes are not guiltless of aspiring, no, my soul is dedicated to another, and although a sudden noise prevented Theodore from proceeding, they soon distinguished these sounds. Isabella! Isabella!

The trembling princess relapsed into her former agony of fear. Theodore endeavored to encourage her, but in vain. He assured her he would die rather than suffer her to return under Manfred's power, and begging her to remain concealed, he went forth to prevent the person in search of her from approaching. At the mouth of the cavern he found an armid knight, discoursing with a peasant, who assured him that he had, had seen a lady enter the passes of the rock.

The knight was preparing to seek her when Theodore, placing himself in his way, with his sword drawn, sternly forbade him at his peril to advance. And who art thou who darest to cross my way, said the knight, haughtily. One who does not dare more than he will perform, said Theodore. I seek the lady Isabella, said the knight, and understand she has taken refuge among these rocks. impede me not, or thou wilt repent having provoked my resentment. Thy purpose is as odious as thy resentment is contemptible, said Theodore. Return whence thou camest, or we shall soon know whose resentment is most terrible.

The stranger, who was the principal knight that had arrived from the Marquis of Vicenza, had galloped from Manfred as he was busied in getting information of the princess, and giving various orders to prevent her falling into the power of the three-nights. nights. Their chief had suspected Manfred of being privy to the princesses absconding, and this insult from a man, who he concluded was stationed by that prince to secrete her, confirming his suspicions, he made no reply, but discharging a blow with his sabre at Theodore would soon have removed all obstruction if Theodore, who took him for one of Manfred's captains, and who had no sooner given the provocation than prepared to support it,

had not received the stroke on his shield. The valor that had so long been smothered in his breast broke forth at once. He rushed impetuously on the knight, whose pride and wrath were not less powerful incentives to hardy deeds. The combat was furious, but not long. Theodore wounded the night in three several places, and at last disarmed him as he fainted by the loss of blood. The peasant, who had fled on the first onset, had given the along. arm to some of Manfred's domestics, who by his orders were dispersed through the forest in pursuit of Isabella. They came up as the night fell, whom they soon discovered to be the noble stranger. Theodore, notwithstanding his hatred to Manfred, could not behold the victory

he had gained without emotions of pity and generosity. But he was more touched when he learned the quality of his adversary, and was informed that he was no retainer but an enemy of Manfred. He assisted the servants of the latter in disarming the knight, and in endeavoring to staunch the blood that flowed from his wounds. The knight, recovering his speech, said in a faint and faltering voice, generous foe, we have both been in an error. I took thee for an instrument of the tyrant. I perceived thou hast made the like mistake. It is too late for excuses. I faint. If Isabella is at hand, call her. I have important secrets to— He is dying, said. said one of the attendants, has nobody a crucifix about them.

Andrea, do thou pray over him? Fetch some water, said Theodore, and pour it down his throat while I hasten to the princess. Saying this, he flew to Isabella, and in a few words told her modestly that he had been so unfortunate by mistake as to wound a gentleman from her father's court, who wished ere he died to impart something of consequence to her. The princess, who had been transported at hearing the voice of Theodore, as he called, to her to come forth was astonished at what she heard. Suffering herself to be conducted by Theodore, the new proof of whose valor recalled her dispersed spirits, she came where the bleeding night

lay speechless on the ground. But her fears returned when she beheld the domestics of Manfred. She would again have fled if Theodore had not made her observe that they were unarmed, and had not threatened them with instant death if they should dare to seize the princess. The stranger, opening his eyes, and beholding a woman, said, Art thou? Pray tell me truly. Art thou, Isabella of Vicenza? I am, said she. Good heaven, restore thee.

Then thou, then thou, said the knight, struggling for utterance, ceased. Thy father, give me one. Oh, amazement, horror, what do I hear, what do I see? cried Isabella. My father? you my father how came you here sir for heaven's sake speak oh run for help where he will expire tis most true said the wounded knight exerting all his force i am frederick thy father yes i came to deliver thee it will not be give me a parting kiss and take sir said theodore do not exhaust yourself suffer as to convey you to the castle to the castle said isabella is there no help nearer than the castle? Would you expose my father to the tyrant? If he goes thither, I dare not

accompany him, and yet, can I leave him? My child, said Frederick, it matters not for me whither I am carried. A few minutes will place me beyond danger. But while I have eyes to dote on thee, forsake me not, dear Isabella, this brave knight, I know not who he is, will protect thy innocence. Sir, you will not abandon my child, will you? Theodore, shedding tears over his victim and vowing to guard the princess at the expense of his life, persuaded Frederick to suffer himself to be conducted to the castle. They placed him on a horse belonging to one of the domestics, after binding up his wounds as well as they were able.

Theodore marched by his side, and the afflicted Isabella, who could not bear to quit him, followed mournfully. behind. End of chapter three. Recording by Thomas Copeland. Chapter 4 of the Castle of O'Tronto by Horace Walpole. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Thomas Copeland.

Chapter 4. The sorrowful troop no sooner arrived at the castle than they were met by Hippolyta and Matilda, whom Isabella had sent one of the domestics before to advertise of their approach. The ladies, causing Frederick to be able to be. conveyed into the nearest chamber retired, while the surgeons examined his wounds. Matilda blushed at seeing Theodore and Isabella together, but endeavored to conceal it by embracing the latter and condoling with her on her father's mischance. The surgeon soon came to acquaint Apollita that none of the Marquis's wounds were dangerous and that he was

desirous of seeing his daughter and the princesses. Theodore, under pretence of expressing his joy at being freed from his apprehensions of the combat being fatal to Frederick, could not resist the impulse of following Matilda. Her eyes were so often cast down on meeting his that Isabella, who regarded Theodore as attentively as he gazed on Matilda, soon divined who the object was that he had told her in the cave engaged his affections. While this mute scene passed, Hippolyta demanded of Frederick the cause of his having taken that mysterious course

for reclaiming his daughter, and threw in various apologies to excuse her lord for the match contracted between their children. Frederick, however incensed against Manfred, was not insensible to the courtesy and benevolence of Ippolyta, but he was still more struck with the lovely form of Matilda. Wishing to detain them by his bedside, he informed Hippolyta of his story. He told her that while prisoner to the infidels he had dreamed that his daughter of whom he had learned no news since his captivity was detained in a castle where she was in danger of the most dreadful misfortunes and that if he obtained his liberty and repaired to a wood near choppa he would learn more alarmed at this dream and incapable of obeying the direction given by it his chains became more grievous than ever but while his thoughts were occupied on the means of obtaining his liberty he received the agreeable news that the confederate princes who were warring in palestine had paid his ransom he instantly set out for the wood that had been marked in his dream for three days he and his attendants had wandered in the forest without seeing a human form but on the evening of the third they came to a cell in which they found a venerable hermit in the agonies of death applying rich cordials they brought the fainting man to his speech my sons said he i am bounden to your charity but it is in vain i am going to my eternal rest yet i die with the satisfaction of performing the will of heaven

when i first repaired to this solitude after seeing my country become a prey to unbelievers it is alas above fifty years since i was witness to that dreadful scene St. Nicholas appeared to me, and revealed a secret, which he bade me never disclosed to mortal man but on my deathbed. This is that tremendous hour, and ye are no doubt the chosen warriors to whom I was ordered to reveal my trust. As soon as ye have done the last offices to this wretched course, dig under the seventh tree on the left hand of this poor cave, and your pains will— "'Oh, good heaven, receive my soul!' "'With those words, the devout man breathed his last. "'By break of day,' continued Frederick, "'when we had committed the holy relics to earth,

"'we dug according to direction. "'But what was our astonishment "'when about the depth of six feet "'we discovered an enormous sabre, "'the very weapon yonder in the court? "'On the blade, which was then partly out of the scabbard, though since closed by our efforts in removing it, were written the following lines. No, excuse me, madam, added the Marquis, turning to Apolita, if I were bare to repeat them.

I respect your sex and rank, and would not be guilty of offending your ear with sounds injurious to ought that is dear to you. He paused. Apolliter trembled. She did not doubt, but Frederick was destined by heaven to accomplish the fate that seemed to threaten her house. looking with anxious fondness at matilda a silent tear stole down her cheek but recollecting herself she said proceed my lord heaven does nothing in vain mortals must receive its divine behests with loneliness and submission it is our part to deprecate its wrath or bow to its decrees repeat the sentence my lord we listen resigned frederick was grieved that he had proceeded so far the dignity and patient firmness of apollita penetrated him with respect and the tender silent affection with which the princess and her daughter regarded each other melted him almost to tears yet apprehensive that his forbearance to obey would be more alarming he repeated in a faltering and low voice the following lines

where'er a cask that suits this sword is found with perils is thy daughter compassed round alfonso's blood alone can save the maid and quiet a long restless prince's shade what is there in these lines said theodore impatiently that affects the princesses why were they to be shocked by a mysterious delicacy that has so little foundation your word so are rude young man said the marquis and though fortune has favoured you once my honoured lord said isabella who resented theodore's warmth which he perceived was dictated by his sentiments for matilda discompose not yourself for the glozing of a peasant son he forgets the reverence he owes you but he is not accustomed hippolita concerned at the heat that had arisen checked theodore for his boldness but with an air acknowledging his zeal, and, changing the conversation, demanded of Frederick where he had left her lord. As the Marquis was going to reply, they heard a noise without, and, rising to inquire the cause, Manfred, Jerome, and part of the troop who had met an imperfect rumor of what had happened, entered the chamber. Manfred advanced hastily towards Frederick's bed to condole with him on his

misfortune, and to learn the circumstances of the combat, when, starting in an agony of terror and amazement, he cried, ah, what art thou, thou dreadful spectre? Is my hour come? My dearest, gracious Lord, cried Hippolyta, clasping him in her arms, what is it, you see? Why do you fix your eyeballs thus? What? cried Manfred, breathless, dost thou see nothing, Apollita? is this ghastly phantom sent to me alone to me who did not for mercy's sweetest self my lord said hippolyta resume your soul command your reason there is none here but us your friends what is it not that alfonso cried manfred dost thou not see him can it be my brain's delirium this my lord said epaulita this is theodore the youth who has been so unfortunate "'Theodore,' said Manfred mournfully, and striking his forehead.

"'Theodore, or a phantom, he has unhinged the soul of Manfred. "'But how comes he here, and how comes he in armour?' "'I believe he went in search of Isabella,' said LeBoliter. "'Of Isabella?' said Manfred, relapsing into rage. "'Yes, yes, that is not doubtful. "'But how did he escape from Durance, in which I left him. Was it Isabella, or this hypocritical old friar that procured his enlargement? And would a parent be criminal, my lord, said Theodore, if he meditated the deliverance of his child?

Jerome, amazed to hear himself in a manner accused by his son and without foundation, knew not what to think. He could not comprehend how Theodore had escaped, how he came to be armed, and to encounter Frederick. Still, he would not venture to ask any questions that might tend to inflame Manfred's wrath against his son. Jerome's silence convinced Manfred that he had contrived Theodore's release. And is it thus thou ungrateful old man, said the prince, addressing himself to the friar, that thou repayest mine and Nepolit's bounties, and not content with traversing my heart's nearest wishes,

thou armest thy bastard, and bringest him into my own castle to insult me? My lord, said Theodore, you wrong my father. Neither he nor I are capable of harboring a thought against your peace. Is it insolence thus to surrender myself to your highness's displeasure? Added he, laying his sword respectfully at Manfred's feet? Behold, my bosom, strike, my lord, if you suspect that a disloyal thought is lodged there. there is not a sentiment engraven on my heart that does not venerate you and yours the grace and fervor with which theodore uttered these words interested every person present in his favour even manfred was touched yet still possessed with his resemblance to alfonso his admiration was dashed with secret horror rise said he thy life is not my present purpose but tell me thy history and how

how thou camest connected with this old traitor here. My lord, said Jerome eagerly. Peace, impostor, said Manfred. I will not have him prompted. My lord, said Theodore, I want no assistance. My story is very brief. I was carried at five years of age to Algiers with my mother, who had been taken by Corsairs from the coast of Sicily.

She died of grief in less than a twelve-month. The tears gushed from Jerome's eyes, on whose countenance a thousand anxious passion stood expressed. Before she died, continued Theodore, she bound a writing about my arm under my garments, which told me I was the son of Count Falconara. It is most true, said Jerome. I am that wretched father. Again I enjoined thee, silence, said Manfred. Proceed.

I remained in slavery. said Theodore, until within these two years, when attending on my master in his cruises, I was delivered by a Christian vessel which overpowered the pirate. And discovering myself to the captain, he generously put me on shore in Sicily. But alas, instead of finding a father, I learned that his estate, which was situated on the coast, had during his absence been laid waste by the rover who had carried my mother and me into captivity. That his castle had been been burnt to the ground, and that my father, on his return, had sold what remained and was retired into religion in the kingdom of Naples. But where, no man could inform me.

Destitute and friendless, hopeless almost of attaining the transport of a parent's embrace, I took the first opportunity of setting sail for Naples. From whence, within these six days, I wandered into this province, still supporting myself by the labour of my hands, nor until yester morn did I believe that heaven had reserved any lot for me but peace of mind and contented poverty. This, my lord, is Theodore's story. I am blessed beyond my hope in finding a father. I am unfortunate beyond my dessert in having incurred Your Highness's displeasure. He ceased. A murmur of approbation gently arose from the audience. This is not all, said Frederick. I am bound in honor to add.

what he suppresses. Though he is modest, I must be generous. He is one of the bravest youths on Christian ground. He is warm, too, and from the short knowledge I have of him I will pledge myself for his veracity. If what he reports of himself were not true, he would not utter it. And for me, youth, I honour a frankness which becomes thy birth. But now, and thou didst offend me, yet the noble blood which flows in thy veins may well be allowed to boil out when it has so recently traced itself to its source. Come, my lord, turning to Manfred, if I can pardon him, surely you may. It is not the youth's fault if you took him for a specter. This bitter taunt galled the soul of Manfred. If beings from another world, replied he haughtily, have power to impress my mind with all,

it is more than living man can do, nor could a stripling's arm. My lord, interrupted Epolita, your guest has occasion for repose. Shall we not leave him to his rest? Saying this, and taking Manfred by the hand, she took leave of Frederick and led the company forth. The prince, not sorry to quit a conversation which recalled to mind the discovery he had made of his most secret sensations, suffered himself. to be conducted to his own apartment.

After permitting Theodore, though under engagement to return to the castle on the morrow, a condition the young man gladly accepted, to retire with his father to the convent. Matilda and Isabella were too much occupied with their own reflections, and too little content with each other, to wish for farther converse that night. They separated each to her chamber, with more expressions of ceremony and fewer of affection, that had passed between them since their childhood. If they parted with small cordiality, they did but meet with greater impatience,

as soon as the sun was risen. Their minds were in a situation that excluded sleep, and each recollected a thousand questions which she wished she had put to the other overnight. Matilda reflected that Isabella had been twice delivered by Theodore in very critical situations which she could not believe accidental. His eyes, it was true, had been fixed on her in Frederick's chamber, but that might have been to disguise his passion for Isabella from the father's both.

It were better to clear this up. She wished to know the truth, lest she should wrong her friend by entertaining a passion for Isabella's lover. Thus jealousy prompted and, at the same time, borrowed an excuse from friendship to justify its curiosity. Isabella, not less restless, had better foundation for her suspicions. Both Theodore's tongue and eyes had told her his heart was engaged, it was true, yet perhaps Matilda might not correspond to his passion. She had ever appeared insensible to love.

All her thoughts were set on heaven. Why did I dissuade her, said Isabella to herself, I am punished for my generosity. but when did they meet? Where? It cannot be. I have deceived myself. Perhaps last night was the first time they ever beheld each other. It must be some other object that has prepossessed his affections. If it is, I am not so unhappy as I thought. If it is not my friend Matilda, how? Can I stoop to wish for the affection of a man who rudely and unnecessarily acquainted me with his indifference? and that at the very moment in which common courtesy demanded at least expressions of civility i will go to my dear matilda who will confirm me in this becoming pride man is false i will advise with her on taking the veil she will rejoice to find me in this disposition and i will acquaint her that i no longer oppose her inclination for the cloister in this frame of mind and determined to open her heart entirely to matilda she went to that princess's chamber whom she found already dressed and leaning pensively on her arm this attitude so corresponded to what she felt herself revived isabella's suspicions and destroyed the confidence she had purposed to place in her friend they blushed at meeting and were too much novices to disguise their sensations with a dress After some unmeaning questions and replies, Matilda demanded of Isabella the cause of her fight.

The latter, who had almost forgotten Manfred's passion, so entirely was she occupied by her own, concluding that Matilda referred to her last escape from a convent, which had occasioned the events of the preceding evening, replied, "'A Martelli brought word to the convent that your mother was dead.' "'Oh,' said Matilda, interrupting her, "'Bionga has explained that. mistake to me. On seeing me faint, she cried out, the princess is dead, and Martelli, who had come for the usual dole to the castle, and what made you faint, said Isabella, indifferent to the rest. Matilda blushed and stammered. My father, he was sitting in judgment on a criminal. What criminal? said Isabella eagerly. A young man, said Matilda, I believe, I think it was that young man that,

what? Theodore, said Isabella. Yes. And, answered she. I never saw him before. I do not know how he had offended my father, but as he has been of service to you, I am glad my lord has pardoned him. Served me? replied Isabella. Do you determine it serving me to wound my father, and almost occasion is death? Though it is but since yesterday that I am blessed with knowing a parent, I hope Matilda does not think I am such a stranger to filial tenderness as not to resent the boldness of that audacious youth, and that it is, impossible for me ever to feel any affection for one who dared to lift his arm against the author of my being. No, Matilda, my heart abhors him, and if you still retain the friendship for me that you have vowed from your infancy, you will detest a man who has been on the point of making me miserable for ever. Matilda held down her head and replied, I hope my dearest Isabella does not doubt

her Matilda's friendship. I never beheld that youth until yesterday. He is almost a stranger to me. But as the surgeons have pronounced your father out of danger, you ought not to harbor uncharitable resentments against one who I am persuaded did not know the Marquis was related to you. You plead his cause very pathetically, said Isabella, considering he is so much a stranger to you. I am mistaken, or he returns your charity.

What mean you? said Matilda. Nothing, said Isabella, repenting that she had given Matilda a hint of Theodore's inclination for her. Then, changing the discourse, she asked Matilda what occasioned Vanford to take Theodore for a specter. "'Bless me,' said Matilda, "'did not you observe his extreme resemblance to the portrait of Alfonso in the gallery?' "'I took notice of it to Bianca, even before I saw him in armour. But with the helmet on he is the very image of that picture.'

"'I do not much observe pictures,' said that. Isabella, much less have I examined this young man so attentively as you seem to have done. Ah, Matilda, your heart is in danger, but let me warn you as a friend. He has owned to me that he is in love. It cannot be with you, for yesterday was the first time you ever met, was it not? Certainly, replied Matilda, but why does my dearest Isabella conclude from anything I have said that, she paused, then continuing, He saw you first, and I am far from having the vanity to think that my little portion of charms could engage a heart devoted to you. May you be happy, Isabella, whatever is the fate of Matilda. My lovely friend, said Isabella, whose art was too honest to resist a kind expression.

It is you that Theodore admires. I saw it. I am persuaded of it. Nor shall have thought of my own happiness suffer me to interfere with yours. This frankness due tears from the gentle Matilda, and jealousy that for a moment had raised a coolness between these amiable maidens, soon gave way to the natural sincerity and candour of their souls. Each confessed to the other the impression that Theodore had made on her, and this confidence was followed by a struggle of generosity, each insisting on yielding her claim to her friend. at length the dignity of Isabella's virtue reminding her of the preference which Theodore had almost declared for her rival made her determine to conquer her passion and cede the beloved object to her friend. During this contest of amity, Hippolyta entered her daughter's chamber. Madam, said she to Isabella, you have so much tenderness for Matilda and interest yourself so kindly in whatever affects our wretched house that I can have no.

no secrets with my child which are not proper for you to hear. The princesses were all attention and anxiety. And know then, madam, continued Apolit, and you, my dearest Matilda, that being convinced by all the events of these two last ominous days that heaven purposes the Scepter of O'Otranto should pass from Manfred's hands into those of the Marquis Frederick, I have been perhaps inspired with the thought of averting our total destruction by the union of our arrival houses. With this view, I have been proposing to Manford, my lord, to tender this dear, dear child, to Frederick, your father.

Me, to Lord Frederick, cried Matilda. Good heavens, my gracious mother. And have you named it to my father? I have, said Epiliter. He listened benignly to my proposal, and has gone to break it to the Marquess. Oh, wretched princess, cried Isabella, what hast thou done? What ruin has thy inadvertent goodness been preparing for thyself, for me, and for Matilda? Ruin for me to you and to my child, said Apolliter, what can this mean? Alas, said Isabella, the purity of your own heart prevents you from seeing the depravity

of others. Manfred, your lord, that impious man, hold, said Ipulter, you must not in my presence young lady mention Manfred with disrespect. He is my lord and husband, and will not long be so, said Isabella, if his wicked purposes can be carried into execution. This language amazes me, said Epolita. You're feeling Isabella is warm, but until this hour I never knew it betray you into intemperance. What deed of Manfred authorizes you to treat him as a murderer, an assassin. Thou, virtuous and too credulous princess,

replied Isabella, it is not thy life he aims at. It is to separate himself from thee. To divorce thee. To divorce me? My mother? cried Apolita and Matilda at once. Yes, said Isabella,

and to complete his crime, he meditates. I cannot speak it. What can surpass what thou hast already uttered, said Matilda. Hipolita was silent. Grief choked her speech, and the recollection of Manfred's late ambiguous discourses confirmed what she heard.

Excellent, dear lady, madam, mother, cried Isabella, flinging herself at Hippolyta's feet in a transport of passion. Trust me, believe me, I will die a thousand deaths sooner than consent to injure you than yield so odious. Oh, this is too much. "'Watch,' cried Apolliter,

"'what crimes does one crime suggest? "'Rise, dear Isabella, I do not doubt your virtue.' "'Oh, Matilda, this stroke is too heavy for thee. "'Weep not my child, and not a murmur, I charge thee. "'Remember, he is thy father still.' "'But you are my mother, too,' said Matilda fervently, "'and you are virtuous. You are guiltless. "'Oh, must not I, must not I complain?'

"'You must not not.' said Hippolyta. Come, all will yet be well. Manfred, in the agony for the loss of thy brother, knew not what he said. Perhaps Isabella misunderstood him. His heart is good, and my child thou knowest not all. There is a destiny hangs over us. The hand of Providence is stretched out.

Oh, could I but save thee from the wreck? Yes, continued she in a firmer tone, perhaps the sacrifice of myself may atone for all. I will go and offer myself to this divorce. It boots not what becomes of me. I will withdraw into the neighboring monastery and waste the remainder of life in prayers and tears for my child and the prince.

Thou art as much too good for this world, said Isabella, as Manfred is execrable. But think not, Lady, that thy weakness shall determine for me. I swear, "'Hear me all ye angels. "'Stop! I assure thee,' cried Ippolyta. "'Remember thou dost not depend on thyself. "'Thou hast a father.'

"'My father is too pious, too noble,' interrupted Isabella, "'to command an impious deed. "'But should he command it? "'Can a father and join a cursed act? "'I was contracted to the son. "'Can I wed the father?' "'No, madam, no, force should not drag me to Manfred's hated. bed. I loathe him, I abhor him. Divine and human laws forbid, and my friend, my dearest Matilda,

would I wound her tender soul by injuring her adored mother? My own mother. I never have known another. Oh, she is the mother of both, cried Matilda. Can we? Can we, Isabella, adore her too much? My lovely children, said the touch, Apolliter. Your tenderness overpowers me. But I must must not give way to it it is not ours to make election for ourselves heaven our fathers and our husbands must decide for us have patience until you hear what manfred and frederick have determined if the marquis accepts matilda's hand i know she will readily obey heaven may interpose and prevent the rest what means my child continued she seeing matilda fall at her feet with a flood of speechless tears But no, answer me not, my daughter, I must not hear a word against the pleasure of thy father. Oh, doubt not my obedience, my dreadful obedience to him and to you, said Matilda, but can I, most respected of women, can I experience all this tenderness, this world of goodness, and conceal a thought from the best of mothers?

What art thou going to utter, said Isabella, trembling. Recollect thyself, Matilda. No, Isabella, said the princess. I should not deserve this incomparable parent If the inmost recesses of my soul harbored a thought without a permission Nay, I have offended her, I have suffered a passion to enter my heart without her avowal. But here I disclaim it, here I vow to heaven and her, my child, my child, said Hippolyta, What words are these? What new calamities is fate in store for us?

Thou? A passion? Thou, in this hour of destruction? "'Oh, I see all my guilt,' said Matilda. "'I abhor myself, if I cost my mother a pain. "'She is the dearest thing I have on earth. "'Oh, I will never, never behold him more.' "'Isabella?' said Apollita. "'Thou art conscious to this unhappy secret, whatever it is.

"'Speak.' "'What?' cried Matilda. "'Have I so forfeited my mother's love "'that she will not permit me even to speak my own guilt? "'Oh, wretched, wretched, Matilda!' "'Thou art too cruel,' said Isabella to Hippolta. "'Cast thou behold this anguish of a virtuous mind, and not commiserate it?' "'Not pity, my child,' said Apolliter, catching Matilda in her arms.

"'Oh, I know she is good. She is all virtue, all tenderness, and duty. "'I do forgive thee, my excellent, my only hope.' The princess is then revealed to Apolliter their mutual inclination for Theodore, and the purpose of Isabella to resign him to Matilda. Hippolyta blamed their imprudence, and showed them the improbability that either father would consent to bestow his heiress on so poor a man, though nobly born. Some comfort it gave her to find their passion of so recent a date, and that Theodore had had but little cause to suspect it in either.

She strictly enjoined them to avoid all correspondence with him. this matilda fervently promised but isabella who flattered herself that she meant no more than to promote his union with her friend could not determine to avoid him and make no reply i will go to the convent said apollita and order new masses to be said for a deliverance from these calamities oh my mother said matilda you mean to quit us you mean to take sanctuary and to give my father an opportunity of pursuing his fatal intention Alas, on my knees I supplicate you to forbear. Will you leave me a prey to Frederick? I will follow you to the convent.

Be at peace, my child, said I will return instantly. I will never abandon thee until I know it is the will of heaven and for thy benefit. Do not deceive me, said Matilda. I will not marry Frederick until thou commandest it.

Alas, what will become of me? "'Why that exclamation?' said Hippolyta. "'I have promised thee to return. "'Ah, my mother,' replied Matilda, "'Stay and save me from myself. "'A frown from thee can do more than all my father's severity. "'I have given away my heart,

"'and you alone can make me recall it.' "'No more,' said Hippolita. "'Thou must not relapse, Matilda.' "'I can quit, Theodore,' said she. "'But must I wed another?' let me attend thee to the altar and shut myself from the world for ever thy fate depends on thy father said apolitah i have ill bestowed my tenderness if it has taught thee to revere aught beyond him adieu my child i go to pray for thee apolit's real purpose was to demand of jerome whether in conscience she might not consent to the divorce she had oft urged manfred to resign the principality which the delicacy of her conscience rendered an hourly burthen to her these scruples concurred to make the separation from her husband appear less dreadful to her than it would have seemed in any other situation jerome at quitting the castle over night had questioned theodore severely why

he had accused him to Manfred of being privy to his escape. Theodore owned it had been with design to prevent Manfred's suspicion from alighting on Matilda, and added, the holiness of Jerome's life and character secured him from the tyrant's wrath. Jerome was heartily grieved to discover his son's inclination for that princess, and, leaving him to his rest, promised in the morning to acquaint him with important reasons for conquering his passion. Theodore, like Isabella, was too recently acquainted with parental authority to submit to its decisions against the impulse of his heart. He had little curiosity to learn the friar's reasons, and less disposition to obey them.

The lovely Matilda had made stronger impressions on him than filial affection. All night he pleased himself with visions of love, and it was not till late after the morning office that he recollected the friar's commands to attend him at Alfonso's tomb. Young man, said Jerome, when he saw him, this tardiness does not please me. Have a father's commands already so little weight? Theodore made awkward excuses and attributed his delay to having overslept himself.

And on whom were thy dreams employed, said the friar sternly. His son blushed. Come, come, resumed the friar. Inconsiderate youth, this must not be. eradicate this guilty passion from thy breast guilty passion cried theodore can guilt dwell with innocent beauty and virtuous modesty it is sinful replied the prior to cherish those whom heaven has doomed to destruction a tyrant's race must be swept from the earth to the third and fourth generation will heaven visit the innocent for the crimes of the guilty said theodore the fair matilda has virtues enough to undo thee, interrupted Jerome. Hasth thou so soon forgotten that twice the savage Manfred has pronounced

thy sentence? Nor have I forgotten, sir, said Theodore, that the charity of his daughter delivered me from his power. I can forget injuries, but never benefits. The injuries thou hast received from Manfred's race, said the friar, are beyond what thou canst conceive. reply not, but view this holy image. Beneath this marble monument rest the ashes of the good Alfonso. A prince adorned with every virtue, the father of his people, the delight of mankind. Neil, headstrong boy, enlist, while a father unfolds a tale of horror that will expel every sentiment from thy soul but sensations of sacred vengeance.

alfonso much injured prince let thy unsatisfied shade sit awful on the troubled air while these trembling lips ah who comes there the most wretched of women said hippolita entering the choir good father are thou at leisure but why this kneeling youth what means the horror imprinted on each countenance why at this venerable tomb alas "'Has thou seen aught?' "'We were pouring forth our orisons to heaven,' replied the friar, "'with some confusion, to put an end to the woes of this deplorable province. "'Join with us, lady. "'Thys spotless soul may obtain an exemption from the judgments "'which the portents of these days but too speakingly denounce against thy house.'

"'I pray fervently to heaven to divert them,' said the pious princess. "'Thou knowest it has been the occupation of my life to rest a blessing for my lord and my harmless children. One, alas, is taken from me. Would heaven but hear me for my poor Matilda? Father, intercede for her. Every heart will bless her, cried Theodore with rapture. Be dumb, rash youth, said Jerome, and thou, fond princess, contend not with the powers above. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. Bless his holy name and submit to his decrees. i do most devoutly said hippolyta but will he not spare my only comfort must matilda perish too ah father i came

but dismiss thy son no ear but thine must hear what i have to utter may heaven grant thy every wish most excellent princess said theodore retiring jerome frowned hippolita then acquainted the friar with the proposal she had suggested to manfred his approbation of it and the tender of Matilda that he was gone to make to Frederick. Jerome could not conceal his dislike of the notion, which he covered under pretence of the improbability, that Frederick, the nearest of blood to Alfonso, and who was come to claim his succession, would yield to an alliance with the usurper of his right. But nothing could equal the perplexity of the friar

when Apolliter confessed her readiness not to oppose the separation, and demanded his opinion on the legality of her acquiescence. The friar caught eagerly at a request of his advice, and without explaining his aversion to the proposed marriage of Manfred and Isabella, he painted to Apolliter in the most alarming colors the sinfulness of her consent, denounced judgments against her if she complied, and enjoined her in the severest terms to treat any such proposition with every mark of indignation and refusal. Manfred, in the meantime, had broken his purpose. Manfred, in the meantime, had broken his purpose to Frederick, and proposed the double marriage.

That weak prince, who had been struck with the charms of Matilda, listened but too eagerly to the offer. He forgot his enmity to Manfred, whom he saw but little hope of dispossessing by force, and flattering himself that no issue might succeed from the union of his daughter with the tyrant, he looked upon his own succession to the principality as facilitated by wedding Matilda. He made faint opposition to the proposal, affecting for form only, not to acquiesce unless Hippolyta should consent to the divorce. Manfred took that upon himself. Transported with his success and impatient to see himself in a situation to expect sons,

he hastened to his wife's apartment determined to extort her compliance. He learned, with indignation, that she was absent at the convent. His guilt suggested to him that she had probably been informed by Isabella of his purpose. He doubted whether her retirement of the convent did not import an intention of remaining there until she could raise obstacles to their divorce, and the suspicions he had already entertained of Jerome made him apprehend that the friar would not only traverse his views, but might have inspired Apollito with the resolution of taking sanctuary.

impatient to unravel this clue and to defeat its success manfred hastened to the convent and arrived there as the friar was earnestly exhorting the princess never to yield to the divorce madam said manfred what business drew you hither why did you not await my return from the marquis i came to implore a blessing on your counsels replied hippolyte my counsels do not need a friar's intervention said manfred And of all men living is that hoary traitor, the only one whom you delight to confer with? Profane, Prince, said Jerome, is it at the altar that thou choosest to insult the servants of the altar? But, Manfred, thy impious schemes are known. Heaven and this virtuous lady know them. Nay, frown not, prince, the church despises thy menaces. Her thunders will be heard above thy wrath. "'dare to proceed in thy cursed purpose of a divorce "'until her sentence be known,

"'and here I lance her anathema at thy head.' "'Odacious rebel,' said Manfred, "'endevering to conceal the awe, "'with which the friar's words inspired him, "'dust thou presume to threaten thy lawful prince?' "'Thou art no lawful prince,' said Jerome. "'Thou art no prince. "'Go discuss thy claim with Frederick,

"'and when that is done, it is done,' said Manfred. Frederick accepts Matilda's hand, and is content to wave his claim, unless I have no male issue. As he spoke these words, three drops of blood fell from the nose of Alfonso's statue. Manfred turned pale, and the princess sank on her knees. Behold, said the friar, mark this miraculous indication that the blood of Alfonso will never mix with that of Manfred. My gracious Lord, said Hippolyta, let us submit ourselves to heaven.

Think not thy ever-obedient wife rebels against thy authority. I have no will but that of my lord and the church. To that revered tribunal let us appeal. It does not depend on us to burst the bonds that unite us. If the church shall approve the dissolution of our marriage, be it so. I have but few years and those. of sorrow to pass? Where can't they be worn away so well

as at the foot of this altar in prayers for thine and Matilda's safety? But thou shalt not remain here until then, said Manfred, repair with me to the castle, and there I will advise on the proper measures for a divorce. But this meddling friar

comes not thither. My hospital will-roof shall never more harbour a traitor. And for thy reverences offspring? Continued he, I banish him from my dominions. He, I wean, is no sacred personage,

nor under the protection of the church. Whoever weds Isabella, it shall not be Father Falconara's started-up son. They start up, said the friar, who are suddenly beheld in the seat of lawful princes. But they wither away like grass, and their place knows them no more. Manfred, casting a look of scorn at the friar,

led Hippolyta forth. But at the door of the church whispered one of his attendants to remain concealed about the convent and bring him instant notice if anyone from the castle should repair thither. End of Chapter 4. Recording by Thomas Copeland. Chapter 5 of the Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole.

This Libre Vox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Thomas Copeland. Chapter 5. Every reflection which Manfred made on the friar's behavior conspired to persuade him that Jerome was privyed to an amour between Isabella and Theodore. But Jerome's new presumption, so dissonant from his former meekness, suggested still deeper apprehensions. The prince even suspected that the friar depended on some secret support from Frederick, whose arrival, coinciding with the novel appearance of Theodore, seemed to bespeak a correspondence. Still more was he troubled with the resemblance of Theodore to Alfonso's portrait.

The latter he knew had unquestionably died without issue. Frederick had consented to bestow Isabella on him. These contradictions agitated his mind with numberless pangs. He saw but two methods of extricating himself. from his difficulties. The one was to resign his dominions to the Marquis. Pride, ambition, and his reliance on ancient prophecies, which had pointed out a possibility of his preserving them to his posterity, combated that thought. The other was to press his marriage with Isabella. After long ruminating on these anxious thoughts, as he marched silently with the apology to the castle, he at last

discoursed with that princess on the subject of his disquiet, and used every insinuating and plausible argument to extract her consent to, even her promise, of promoting the divorce. Empoliton needed little persuasions to bend her to his pleasure. She endeavored to win him over to the measure of resigning his dominions, but finding her exhortations fruitless, she assured him that, as far as her conscience would allow,

she would raise no opposition to a separation. though without better-founded scruples than what he yet alleged, she would not engage to be active in demanding it. This compliance, though inadequate, was sufficient to raise Manfred's hopes. He trusted that his power and wealth would easily advance his suit at the Court of Rome, whether he resolved to engage Frederick to take a journey on purpose. That prince had discovered so much passion for Matilda that Manfred hoped to obtain all he, he wished by holding out or withdrawing his daughter's charms according as the marquis should appear more or less disposed to co-operate in his views even the absence of frederick would be a material point gained until he could take further measures for his security dismissing apolliter to her apartment he repaired to that of the marquis but crossing the great hall through which he was to pass he met bianca the damsel he knew was in the confidence of both the young ladies. It immediately occurred to him to sift her

on the subject of Isabella and Theodore. Calling her aside into the recess of the oriel window of the hall, and soothing her with many fair words and promises, he demanded of her whether she knew ought of the state of Isabella's affections. Aye, my lord? No, my lord. Yes, my lord.

Poor lady, she is wonderfully alarmed about her father's wounds, but I tell her he will do well. don't your highness think so i do not ask you replied manfred what she thinks about her father but you are in her secrets come be a good girl and tell me is there any young man ha you understand me lord bless me understand your highness no not i i told her a few vulnary herbs and repose i am not talking replied the prince impatiently about her father i know he will do well well bless me i rejoiced to hear your highness say so for though i thought it not right to let my young lady despond methought his greatness had a wan look and a something i remember when young ferdinand was wounded by the venetian thou answerest from the point interrupted manfred but here take this jewel perhaps that may fix thy attention nay no reverences my favour shall not stop here come tell me truly. How stands Isabella's heart? Well, Your Highness has such a way, said Bianca, to be sure.

But can Your Highness keep a secret? If it should ever come out of your lips, It shall not, it shall not, cried Manfred. Nay, but swear, Your Highness, by my Hallidum, if it should ever be known that I said it. Why, truth is truth. I do not think my Lady Isabella ever ever much affectioned, my young lord, your son. Yet he was a sweet youth as one should see. I am sure if I had been a princess. But bless me, I must attend my lady Matilda. She will marvel what has become of me.

Stay, cried Manfred. Thou hast not satisfied my question. Has thou ever carried any message, any letter? I, good gracious, cried Bianca. I carry a letter. I would not to be a queen. I hope your highness thinks, though I am poor, I am honest. Did your highness never hear what Count Morsili offered me when he came a wooing to my lady

Matilda? I have not leisure, said Manfred, to listen to thy tale. I do not question thy honesty, but it is thy duty to conceal nothing from me. How long has Isabella been acquainted with Theodore? Nay, there is nothing can escape your highness, said Bianca. Not that I know anything of the matter. Theodore, to be sure, is a proper young man, and, as my lady Matilda says, the very image of good Alfonso, has not your highness remarked it? Yes, yes. No, thou torturest me, said Manfred. Where did they meet? When?

Who, my lady Matilda? said Bianca. No, no, not Matilda. Isabella. When did Isabella first become acquainted with this Theodore. Virgin Mary, said Bianca, how should I know? Thou dost know, said Manfred, and I must know. I will. Lord, Your Highness, is not jealous of young

Theodore, said Bianca. Jealous? No. No, why should I be jealous? Perhaps I mean to unite them, if I was sure Isabella would have no repugnance. Repugnance, no while warrant her,

said Bianca. He is as, comely a youth as ever trod on Christian ground. We are all in love with him. There is not a soul in the castle, but would be rejoiced to have him for our prince. I mean, when it shall please heaven to call your highness to itself. Indeed, said Manfred, has it gone so far?

Oh, this cursed friar. But I must not lose time. Go, Bianca, attend Isabella. But I charge thee, not a word of what has passed. asked, find out how she is affected towards Theodore. Bring me good news, and that ring has a companion. Wait at the foot of the winding staircase, I am going to visit the Marquists, and will talk further with thee at my return. Manfred, after some general conversation, desired Frederick to dismiss the two knights, his companions, having to talk with him on urgent affairs. As soon as they

were alone, he began in artful guise to sound the Marquess on the subject of Matilda, and finding him disposed to his wish, he let drop hints on the difficulties that would attend the celebration of their marriage, unless, at that instant Bianca burst into the room with a wildness in her look and gestures that spoke the utmost terror. "'Oh, my lord, my lord!' cried she. "'We are all undone. It is come again, it is come again!' what has come again cried manfred amazed oh the hand the giant the hand support me i am terrified out of my senses cried bianca i will not sleep in the castle to-night where shall i go my things may come after me to-morrow would i have been content to wed francesco this comes of ambition what has terrified thee thus young woman said the marquis thou art safe here be not alarmed

oh your greatness is wonderfully good said bianca but i dare not know pray let me go i had rather leave everything behind me than stay another hour under this roof go too thou hast lost thy senses said manfred interrupt us not we were communing on important matters my lord this wench is subject to fits come with me bianca oh the saints no said bianca for certain it comes to warn your highness why should it appear to me else i say my prayers morning and evening oh if your highness had believed diego tis the same hand that he saw the foot to in the gallery chamber father jerome has often told us the prophecy would be out one of these days bianca said he mark my words thou ravest said manfred in a rage begone and keep these fooleries to frighten thy companions what my lord cried bianca do you think i have seen nothing go to the foot of the great stairs yourself as i live i saw it saw what tell us fair maid what thou hast seen said frederick can your highness listen said manfred to the delirium of a silly wench who has heard stories of apparitions until she believes them this is more than fancy said the marquis her terror is too natural and too strongly impressed to be the work of imagination. Tell us, fair maiden, what it is has moved thee thus.

Yes, my lord, thank your greatness, said Bianca. I believe I look very pale. I shall be better when I have recovered myself. I was going to my lady Isabella's chamber, by His Highness's order. We do not want the circumstances, interrupted Manfred, since His Highness will have it so, proceed, but be brief. Lord, Your Highness thwarts one so, replied, i fear my hair i am sure i never in my life well as i was telling her greatness i was going by his highness's order to my lady isabella's chamber she lies in the watchet-coloured chamber on the right hand one pair of stairs so when i came to the great stairs i was looking on his highness's present here

grant me patience said manfred will this wench never come to the point what imports it to the marquis that i gave thee a babel for thy faith attendance on my daughter. We want to know what thou sawest. I was going to tell your highness, said Bianca, if you would permit me. So, as I was rubbing the ring, I am sure I had not gone up three steps, but I heard the rattling of armor. For all the world, such a clatter as Diego says he heard when the giant turned him about in the gallery chamber. What giant is this, my lord? said the Marquis. Is your castle haunted by giants and goblins? Lord, what has not your greatness heard the story of the giant in the gallery chamber? cried Bianca. I marvel as Highness has not told you. Mayhap you do not know there is a prophecy.

This trifling is intolerable, interrupted Manfred. Let us dismiss this silly wench, my lord. We have more important affairs to discuss. By your favor, said Frederick. These are no trifles. The enormous saber I was directed to in the wood, yon cask, its fellow, are these visions of this poor maiden's brain? So Yacchus thinks, may it please your greatness, said Bianca. He says this moon will not be out without our seeing some strange revolution. For my part, I should not be surprised if it was to happen tomorrow. For as I was saying, when I heard the clattering of armor, I was all in a cold sweat. I looked up, and, if your greatness will believe me, I saw upon the uppermost banister of the

great stairs a hand, in armor, as big, as big, I thought I should have swooned. I never stopped until I came hither. Would I were well out of this castle? My lady Matilda told me but yester morning that Her Highness Ippolyta knows something. Thou art an insolent, cried Manfred. "'Lord Marquess, it much misgives me that this scene is concerted to affront me. "'Are my own domestics suborned, to spread tales injurious to my honour? "'Pursue your claim by manly daring. "'Or let us bury our feuds, as was proposed, by the intermarriage of our children. "'But trust me, it ill becomes a prince of your bearing to practice on mercenary wenches.

"'I scorn your imputation,' said Frederick, until this hour I never set eyes on this damsel. I have given her no jewel. My lord, my lord, your conscience, your guilt accuses you, and would throw the suspicion on me. But keep your daughter, and think no more of Isabella. The judgment's already fallen on your house forbid me matching into it. manfred alarmed at the resolute tone in which frederick delivered these words endeavored to pacify him dismissing bianca he made such submissions to the marquis and threw in such artful encomiums on matilda that frederick was once more staggered however as his passion was of so recent a date it could not at once surmount the scruples he had conceived he had gathered enough from bianca's discourse to persuade him that heaven declared itself against manfred the proposed marriages too removed his claim to a distance and the principality of o'ranto was a stronger temptation than the contingent reversion of it with matilda still he would not absolutely recede from his engagements but purposing to gain time he demanded of manfred if it was true in fact that hippolyta consented to the divorce the prince transported to find no other obstacle and depending on his influence over his wife

assured the marquis it was so and that he might satisfy himself of the truth from her own mouth as they were thus discoursing word was brought that the banquet was prepared manfred conducted frederick to the great hall where they were received by apollita and the young princesses manfred placed the marquis next to matilda and seated himself between his wife and isabella apolliter comported herself with an easy gravity but the young ladies were silent and melancholy. Manfred, who was determined to pursue his point with the Marquis in the remainder of the evening, pushed on the feast until it waxed late, affecting unrestrained gaiety and plying Frederick with repeated goblets of wine. The latter, more upon his guard than Manfred wished, declined his frequent challenges on pretence of his late loss of blood, while the prince, to raise his own disordered spirits, and to counterfeit unconcern, indulged himself in plentiful drafts, though not to the intoxication of his senses. The evening being far advanced, the banquet concluded.

Manfred would have withdrawn with Frederick, but the latter pleading weakness and want of repose retired to his chamber, gallantly telling the prince that his daughter should amuse his highness until himself could attend him. manfred accepted the party and to the no small grief of isabella accompanied her to her apartment matilda waited on her mother to enjoy the freshness of the evening on the ramparts of the castle soon as the company were dispersed there several ways frederick quitting his chamber inquired if epipolita was alone and was told by one of her attendants who had not noticed her going forth that at that hour she generally withdrew to her oratory where he probably would find her The Marquess, during the repast, had beheld Matilda with the increase of passion. He now wished to find Hippolyta in the disposition her lord had promised. The portents that had alarmed him were forgotten in his desires. Stealing softly and unobserved to the apartment of Ippolyta, he entered it with a resolution to encourage her acquiescence to the divorce,

having perceived that Manfred was resolved to make the possession of Isabella an unalterable condition before he would grant Matilda to his wishes. The Marquis was not surprised at the silence that reigned in the princess's apartment. Concluding her, as he had been advertised in her oratory, he passed on. The door was ajar, the evening, gloomy and overcast. Pushing open the door gently, he saw a person kneeling before the altar. As he approached nearer, it seemed not a woman, but one in a long woollen weed whose back was towards him. The person seemed absorbed in prayer. The Marquis was about to return when the figure,

rising, stood some moments fixed in meditation without regarding him. The Marquis, expecting the holy person to come forth, and meaning to excuse his uncivil interruption, said, Reverend Father, I sought the Lady Hippolyta. "'Hipolita,' replied a hollow voice, "'Cameest thou to this castle to seek Hippolita?' And then the figure, turning slowly round, discovered to Frederick the fleshless jaws and empty sockets of a skeleton wrapped in a hermit's cowl. Angels of grace protect me, cried Frederick, recoiling. Deserve their protection, said the specter.

Frederick, falling on his knees, adjured the phantom to take pity on him. Dost thou not remember me? said the apparition. Remember the wood of Joppa. Are thou that holy hermit? cried Frederick, trembling. Can I do art for thy eternal peace? Was thou delivered from bondage?

said the specter, to pursue carnal delights. Hast thou forgotten the buried saber and the behest of heaven and graven on it? I have not, I have not, said Frederick. But say, blessed spirit, what is thy errand to me? What remains to be done? To forget Matilda, said the apparition, and vanished. Frederick's blood froze in his veins. For some minutes he remained motionless.

Then, falling prostrate on his face before the altar, he besought the intercession of every saint for pardon. A flood of tears succeeded to this transport, and the image of the beauteous Matilda rushing, in spite of him on his thoughts, he lay on the ground in a conflict of penitence and passion. Ere he could recover from this agony of his spirits, the Princess Apollita, with a taper in her hand, entered the oratory alone. Seeing a man without motion on the floor, she gave a shriek, concluding him dead. Her fright brought Frederick to himself. Rising suddenly, his face bedewed with tears, he would have rushed from her presence, but Ippolita stopping him, conjured him in the most plaintive accents to explain the cause of his

disorder, and by what strange chance she had found him there in that posture. Ah, virtuous princess, said the Marquis, penetrated with grief, and stopped. For the love of heaven, my lord, said Apollita, disclose the cause of this transport. What mean these doleful sounds, this alarming exclamation on my name? What woes has heaven still in store for the rest? "'Eachate Apolliter. "'Yet silent. "'By every pitying angel,

"'I adjure the noble prince,' "'continued she, "'falling at his feet, "'to disclose the purport "'of what lies at thy heart. "'I see thou feelest for me. "'Thou feelest the sharp pangs "'that thou inflictest.

"'Speak for pity. "'Does aught thou knowest concern my child?' "'I cannot speak,' cried Frederick, "'bursting from her. "'Oh, Matilda!' Quitting the princess thus abruptly, he hastened to his own apartment. At the door of it he was accosted by Manfred,

who, flushed by wine and love, had come to seek him, and to propose to waste some hours of the night in music and reveling. Frederick, offended at an invitation so dissonant from the mood of his soul, pushed him rudely aside, and entering his chamber, flung the door intemperately against him.

Manfred, and bolted it inwards. The haughty prince, enraged at this unaccountable behavior, withdrew in a frame of mind capable of the most fatal excesses. As he crossed the court, he was met by the domestic whom he had planted at the

convent as a spy on Jerome and Theodore. This man, almost breathless with the haste he had made, informed his lord that Theodore and some lady from the castle were, at that instant in private conference, at the tomb of Alfonso in St. Nicholas's church. He had dogged Theodore thither, but the gloominess of the

night had prevented his discovering who the woman was. Manfred, whose spirits were inflamed and whom Isabella had driven from her on his urging his passion with too little reserve, did not doubt but the inquietude she had expressed had been occasioned by her impatience to meet Theodore. Provoked by this conjecture and enraged her father, he hastened secretly to the the great church. Gliding softly between the aisles and guided by an imperfect gleam of moonshine that shone faintly through the illuminated windows, he stole towards the tomb of Alfonso, to which he was directed by indistinct whispers of the persons he saw it. The first sounds he could distinguish were, Does it alas, depend on me? Manfred will never permit our union.

No, this shall prevent it, cried the tyrant. drawing his dagger and plunging it over her shoulder into the bosom of the person that spoke ah me i am slain cried matilda sinking good heaven receive my soul savage inhuman monster what hast thou done cried theodore rushing on him and wrenching his dagger from him stop stop thy impious hand cried matilda it is my father manfred waking as from a trance beat his breast, twisted his hands in his locks, and endeavored to recover his dagger from Theodore to dispatch himself. Theodore, scarce less distracted and only mastering the transports of his grief to assist Matilda, had now, by his cries, drawn some of the monks to his aid. While part of them endeavored in concert with the afflicted Theodore to stop the blood of the dying princess, the rest prevented Manfred from laying violent hands on himself.

matilda resigning herself patiently to her fate acknowledged with looks of grateful love the zeal of theodore yet oft as her faintness would permit her speech its way she begged the assistance to comfort her father jerome by this time had learnt the fatal news and reached the church his looks seemed to reproach theodore but turning to manfred he said now tyrant behold the completion of woe fulfilled on thy impious and devoted head the blood of alfonso cried to heaven for vengeance and heaven has permitted its altar to be polluted by assassination that thou mightest shed thy own blood at the foot of that prince's sepulchre "'Cruel man!' cried Matilda, to aggravate the woes of a parent. "'May heaven bless my father, and forgive him as I do. "'My lord, my gracious sire, dost thou forgive thy child? "'Indeed I came not hither to meet Theodore. "'I found him praying at this tomb, whither my mother sent me to intercede for thee, for her.

"'Dearest father, bless your child, and say you forgive her.' "'Forgive thee! "'Murderous monster!' cried Manfred. Can assassins forgive? I took thee for Isabella. But heaven directed my bloody hand to the heart of my child. Oh, Matilda, I cannot utter it. Canst thou forgive the blindness of my rage? I can. I do. And may heaven confirm it, said Matilda, but while I have life to ask it, oh my mother what will she feel will you comfort her my lord will you not put her away indeed she loves you oh i am faint bear me to the castle can i live to have her close my eyes Theodore and the monks besought her earnestly to suffer herself to be born into the convent,

but her instances were so pressing to be carried to the castle that placing her on a litter, they conveyed her thither as she requested. Theodore, supporting her head with his arm and hanging over her in an agony of despairing love, still endeavored to inspire her with hopes of life. Jerome, on the other side, comforted her with discourses of heaven, and holding a crucifix before her, which she bathed with innocent tears, prepared her for her passage to immortality. Manfred, plunged in the deepest affliction, followed the litter in despair. Ere they reached the castle, Hippolyta, informed of the dreadful catastrophe, had flown to meet her murdered child,

but when she saw the afflicted procession, the mightiness of her grief deprived her of her senses, and she fell lifeless to the earth in a swoon. Isabella and Frederick, who attended her, were overwhelmed in almost equal sorrow. Matilda alone seemed insensible of her own situation. Every thought was lost in tenderness for her mother. Ordering the litter to stop, as soon as Apollita was brought to herself, she asked for her father. He approached, unable to speak.

Matilda, seizing his hand and her mother's, locked them in her own and then clasped them to her heart. Manfred could not support this act of pathetic piety. He dashed himself on the ground and cursed the day he was born. Isabella, apprehensive that these struggles of passion were more than Matilda could support, took upon herself to order Manfred to be born to his apartment, while she caused Matilda to be conveyed to the nearest chamber. Hibolita, scarce more alive than her daughter, was regardless of everything but her. But when the tender Isabella's care would have likewise removed her, while the surgeons examined Matilda's wound, she cried, "'Remove me? Never, never! I lived but in her, and will expire with her.

Matilda raised her eyes at her mother's voice, but closed them again without speaking. Her sinking pulse and the damp coldness of her hand soon dispelled all hopes of recovery. Theodore followed the surgeons into the outer chamber, and heard them pronounce the fatal sentence with a transport equal to frenzy. "'Since she cannot live mine,' cried he. "'At least she shall be mine in death. "'Father, Jerome, will you not join our hands?' cried he to the friar, who with the Marquess had accompanied the surgeons.

"'What means thy to-de-lawful? distracted rashness, said Jerome. Is this an hour for marriage? It is, it is, cried Theodore. Alas, there is no other. Young man, thou are too unadvised, said Frederick. Dost thou think we ought to listen to thy fond transports in this hour of fate?

What pretensions hast thou to the princess? Those of a prince, said Theodore, of the sovereign of Otranto. This reverend man my father has informed me who I am. "'Oh, ravest,' said the Marquess, "'there is no Prince of Otranto but myself.' Now Manfred, by murder, by sacrilegious murder, has forfeited all pretensions.

"'My lord,' said Jerome, assuming an error command, "'he tells you true. "'It was not my purpose the secret should have been divulged so soon, "'but fate presses onward to its work. "'What this hot-headed passion has revealed, "'my tongue confirms. "'No, prince, that when Alphonseo set sail for the Holy Land. Is this a season for explanations? cried Theodore. Father, come and unite me to the princess.

She shall be mine. In every other thing I will dutifully obey you. My life, my adore Matilda. Continued Theodore, rushing back into the inner chamber. Will you not be mine? Will you not bless? Sure. Isabella made signs to him to be silent, apprehending the princess was near her end. What? Is she dead? cried Theodore. Is it possible? The violence of his exclamations brought Matilda to herself. Lifting up her eyes, she looked round for her mother. Life of my soul I am here, cried Hippolyta. Think not I will quit thee. Oh, you are too good, said Matilda, but weep not for me, my mother. I am going where

sorrow never dwells. Isabella, thou hast loved me. Wouldst thou not supply my fondness to this dear, dear woman. Indeed I am faint. Oh, my child, my child, said Apolliter, in a flood of tears. Can I not withhold thee a moment? It will not be, said Matilda. Commend me to heaven. Where is my father?

Forgive him, dearest mother. Forgive him my death. It was an error. Oh, I had forgotten. "'Dearest mother, I vowed never to see Theodore more. "'Perhaps that has drawn down this calamity. "'But it was not intentional. "'Can you pardon me?'

"'Oh, wound not my agonizing soul,' said Ippolita. "'Thou never couldst offend me. "'Alas, she feigns. "'Help! Help!' "'I would say something more,' said Matilda, struggling, "'but it cannot be, Isabella. "'Theodore?' for my sake oh she expired isabella and her women tore the polita from the course but theodore threatened destruction to all who attempted to remove him from it

he printed a thousand kisses on her clay-cold hands and uttered every expression that despairing love could dictate isabella in the meantime was accompanying the afflicted apolliter to her apartment but in the middle of the court they were met by manfred who distracted with his own thoughts and anxious once more to behold his daughter was advancing to the chamber where she lay as the moon was now at its height he read in the countenances of this unhappy company the event he dreaded. "'What? Is she dead?' cried he in wild confusion. A clap of thunder at that instant shook the castle to its foundations. The earth rocked, and the clank of more than mortal armor was heard behind. Frederick and Jerome thought the last day was at hand. The latter, forcing Theodore along with them, rushed into the court.

The moment Theodore appeared, the walls of the castle behind man-frews, were thrown down with a mighty force, and the form of Alfonso, Delated to an immense magnitude, appeared in the center of the ruins. Behold in Theodore the true air of Alfonso, said the vision. And having pronounced those words, accompanied by a clap of thunder, it ascended solemnly towards heaven, where the clouds parting asunder, the form of St. Nicholas was seen, and receiving Alphonseau's shade, they were soon wrapped from mortal eyes in a blaze of glory.

The beholders fell prostrate on their faces, acknowledging the divine will. The first that broke silence was Epiliter. My lord, she said to the desponding Manfred, Behold the vanity of human greatness. Conrad is gone. The Tilda is no more. In Theodore, we view the true, Prince of O'Tranto. By what miracle it is, though, I know not. Suffice it to us, our doom is pronounced.

Shall we not? Can we but dedicate the few deplorable hours we have to live in deprecating the further wrath of heaven? Heaven ejects us. Whither can we fly but to yon holy cells that yet offer us a retreat. Thou guiltless but unhappy, woman. Unhappy by my crimes, replied Manfred. My heart at last is open to thy devout admonitions. Oh, could, but it cannot be. Ye are lost in wonder.

Let me at last do justice on myself. To heap shame on my own head is all the satisfaction I have left to offer to offended heaven. my story has drawn down these judgments let my confession atone but ah what can atone for usurpation and a murdered child a child murdered in a consecrated place list sirs and may this bloody record be a warning to future tyrants alfonso ye all know died in the holy land you would interrupt me you would say he came not fairly to his end. It is most true. Why else this bitter cup which Manfred must drink to the dregs?

Ricardo, my grandfather, was his chamberlain. I would draw a veil over my ancestors' crimes, but it is in vain. Alfonso died by poison. A fictitious will declared Ricardo his heir. His crimes pursued him. Yet he lost no Conrad, no Matilda. I pay the price of usurpation for all.

A storm over to him. him. Haunted by his guilt, he vowed to St. Nicholas to found a church in two convents, if he lived to reach Atranto. The sacrifice was accepted. The saint appeared to him in a dream, and promised that Ricardo's posterity should reign in O'Tronto until the rightful owner should be grown too large to inhabit the castle, and as long as issue male from Ricardo's loins should remain to enjoy it, alas, alas, nor male nor female except myself remained. of all his wretched race. I have done.

The woes of these three days speak the rest. How this young man can be Alfonso's heir I know not, yet I do not doubt it. His are these dominions? I resign them. Yet I knew not Alphonseo had an heir. I question not the will of heaven. Poverty and prayer must fill up the woeful space until Manfred shall be summoned to Ricardo. "'What remains is my part to declare,' said Jerome.

"'When Alfonso set sail for the Holy Land, "'he was driven by a storm to the coast of Sicily. "'The other vessel, which bore Ricardo and his train, "'as your lordship must have heard, was separated from him. "'It is most true,' said Manfred, "'and the title you give me is more than an outcast can claim. "'Well, be it so. Proceed.' jerome blushed and continued for three months lord alfonso was wind-bound in sicily there he became enamoured of a fair virgin named victoria he was too pious to tempt her to forbidden pleasures they were married

yet deeming the samour incongruous with the holy vow of arms by which he was bound he determined to conceal their nuptials until his return from the crusade when he purposed to seek and acknowledge her for his own his lawful wife. He left her pregnant. During his absence she was delivered of a daughter, but scarce had she fell to mother's pangs ere she heard the fatal rumour of her lord's death, and the succession of Ricardo. What could a friendless, helpless woman do? Would her testimony avail? Yet, my lord, I have an authentic writing. It needs not, said Manfred, the horrors of these days, the vision we have but now seen all corroborate thy evidence beyond a thousand parchments. Matilda's death and my expulsion. Be composed, my lord, said Hippolyta.

This holy man did not mean to recall your griefs. Jerome proceeded. I shall not dwell on what is needless. The daughter of which Victoria was delivered was at her maturity bestowed in marriage on me. Victoria died, and the secret remained long. locked in my breast. Theodore's narrative has told the rest. The friar ceased. The disconsolate company retired to the remaining part of the castle. In the morning, Manfred signed his abdication of the principality, with the approbation of Hippolyta,

and each took on them the habit of religion in the neighboring convents. Frederick offered his daughter to the new prince, which Hippolyta's tenderness for Isabella concurred to promote. but theodore's grief was too fresh to admit the thought of another love and it was not until after frequent discourses with isabella of his dear matilda that he was persuaded he could know no happiness but in the society of one with whom he could for ever indulge the melancholy that had taken possession of his soul end of chapter votranto by horace walpo