the earth, and snorting with impatience. When they had reached the portal, whose deep arehway was dimly lighted by a cresset, the stranger paused, and addressed the baron in a hollow tone of voiee, which the vaulted roof rendered still more sepulchral.
"Now that we are alone," said he, "I will impart to yon the reason of my going. I have a solemn, an indispensable engagement———"
"Why," said the baron, "cannot you send some one in yonr place?"
"It admits of no substitute—I must attend it in person—I must away to Wurtzburg cathedral———"
"Ay," said the baron, plucking up spirit, "but not until to-morrow —to-morrow you shall take your bride there."
"No! no!" replied the stranger, with tenfold solemnity, "my engagement is with no bride—the worms! the worms expect me! I am a dead man—I have been slain by robbers—my body lies at Wurtzburg—at midnight I am to be buried—the grave is waiting for me—I must keep my appointment!"
He sprang on his black charger, dashed over the drawbridge, and the clattering of his horse's hoofs was lost in the whistling of the night-blast.
The baron returned to the hall in the utmost consternation, and related what had passed. Two ladies fainted outright, others sickened at the idea of having banqueted with a spectre. It was the opinion of some, that this might be the wild huntsman, famous in German legend. Some talked of mountain sprites, of wood-demons, and of other supernatural beings, with which the good people of Germany have been so grievously harassed since time immemorial. One of the poor relations ventured to suggest that it might be some sportive evasion of the young cavalier, and that the very gloominess of the caprice seemed to aeeord with so melancholy a personage. This, however, drew on him the indignation of the wholc
