The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-06-20
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here is more gold for you."
81 have heard It sung in the
castle of Triefels, near which oftel
feed my sheep"
90 Godn exclaimed the min.
strel, bursting ii,to tears, as he kllel,
on the ground, /" how wolldrous are
Thy ways"
His companions approached him
with alHazement, To hear him ex-
claim: We have found him! On
to I'rietclsw
After the excitement Of tfnirsnp-
passed discovery had somewhat
abated, they decided, first, to get a
view Of the fortress and then ma
ture their pans for getting within
it The shepherd by. who was to
guide them hither, told them no
strangers were allowed TO cross the
draw-bridge; and the keeper was
imperions and unaciahle Soon
the towers Of Triete's glitterel in
tile sun, and after a careful survey
ot its surroundings, they moved
away for further delilnra,ion
My friends" said the knight,
in my millstrel'~ dress, | must try
alone to gain admittance to the
caste. Meantime, this boy will
show you lodgings ii the hamlet
below. If our noble king is impris-
osed here, we must release him"
Thus saying, and with one servant
to bear his shield and harr. he rode
to tie bridge and demanded food
and shelter for himself and servant.
After much parley, he was received,
but very nngraciously. However,
within those dreary walls he found
a beautiful woman, the keepers
niece, whose smile was like the
warm sunlight on a WRITER'S day.
After dinner, the minstrel sang
to the dnwsy uncle aud The charm
ing niece. AS the former after a
while, seemed to sleep soundly, the
knight began:
" You seem to love music, tsir
lady! But, surely, you do not often
hear it iU this lonely castle" "
/" No, only myself and one poor
prisoner sing"
I" A prisoner ?''
!" Yes! and lle must he ofgentle
birth! But ! dare not say more lest
my urcle wake. He will be angry
il | talk Of him." '
"1'ell me one thing, dear maiden;
can ! hear the song Of this lonely
one, who si' g for freedom ?"
!" Yes, If you listen tonight!
Ills melancholy songs bring the
tears tony eyes often enough!''
Just now the old keeper awoke,
and, giving orders to lead the
stranger to his apartment, he him.
self went out. When our knight
entered his chamber, he went to the
window and vainly strove, through
the deepening twilight, to find the
tower in which he supposed his dear
king to be. Soon a melancholy
voice was heard singing these words:
/" The golden stars wander iover
hill and valley, messengers Of my
longings and my grief. In this
gloomy prison | pass my life and
can only conide my woes to heav-
en."
aOR, my king!" sobbcd the
knight, as a'pale face appeared AZ
q lower window! 81" How can i
tell You how near your friends are?
+" "The harp ~ he cried suddenly,
and snatching itInp with trembling
fingers, he played . romance which
he had composed for the king.
No sooner had he finished 4 few
bars, than the voice in the tower
canght up the air and finished it.
" Blondel2" exclaimed the king,
For answer, the Minstrel again
seized his harp aid sang; 4,.1 III
"Ohl Richard. Oh! my King,
The world abandOns thee, f5,g
And no one now Is seeking /,
Thy tlelIsefance, but me.
I'll save thy precious person, N al
Twill break thy cruel chain,
Ipledge nlyaSlfIntOng lF gli iaf5
q Thy fEsedom to raan. ss'