Carmilla eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 83 pages of information about Carmilla.

XV

Ordeal and Execution

As he spoke one of the strangest looking men I ever beheld entered the chapel at the door through which Carmilla had made her entrance and her exit.  He was tall, narrow-chested, stooping, with high shoulders, and dressed in black.  His face was brown and dried in with deep furrows; he wore an oddly-shaped hat with a broad leaf.  His hair, long and grizzled, hung on his shoulders.  He wore a pair of gold spectacles, and walked slowly, with an odd shambling gait, with his face sometimes turned up to the sky, and sometimes bowed down towards the ground, seemed to wear a perpetual smile; his long thin arms were swinging, and his lank hands, in old black gloves ever so much too wide for them, waving and gesticulating in utter abstraction.

“The very man!” exclaimed the General, advancing with manifest delight.  “My dear Baron, how happy I am to see you, I had no hope of meeting you so soon.”  He signed to my father, who had by this time returned, and leading the fantastic old gentleman, whom he called the Baron to meet him.  He introduced him formally, and they at once entered into earnest conversation.  The stranger took a roll of paper from his pocket, and spread it on the worn surface of a tomb that stood by.  He had a pencil case in his fingers, with which he traced imaginary lines from point to point on the paper, which from their often glancing from it, together, at certain points of the building, I concluded to be a plan of the chapel.  He accompanied, what I may term, his lecture, with occasional readings from a dirty little book, whose yellow leaves were closely written over.

They sauntered together down the side aisle, opposite to the spot where I was standing, conversing as they went; then they began measuring distances by paces, and finally they all stood together, facing a piece of the sidewall, which they began to examine with great minuteness; pulling off the ivy that clung over it, and rapping the plaster with the ends of their sticks, scraping here, and knocking there.  At length they ascertained the existence of a broad marble tablet, with letters carved in relief upon it.

With the assistance of the woodman, who soon returned, a monumental inscription, and carved escutcheon, were disclosed.  They proved to be those of the long lost monument of Mircalla, Countess Karnstein.

The old General, though not I fear given to the praying mood, raised his hands and eyes to heaven, in mute thanksgiving for some moments.

“Tomorrow,” I heard him say; “the commissioner will be here, and the Inquisition will be held according to law.”

Then turning to the old man with the gold spectacles, whom I have described, he shook him warmly by both hands and said: 

“Baron, how can I thank you?  How can we all thank you?  You will have delivered this region from a plague that has scourged its inhabitants for more than a century.  The horrible enemy, thank God, is at last tracked.”

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