'Halt!' cried the Monk, and signalled with a peculiar whistle, to which
he seemed breathlessly awaiting an answer. They were immediately
surrounded by longrobed veiled figures.
'Not too late?' the Monk hoarsely asked of them.
'Yet an hour!' was the reply, in soft clear tones of a woman's voice.
'Great strength and valour more than human be mine,' exclaimed the Monk,
dismounting.
He passed apart from them; and they drew in a circle, while he prayed,
kneeling.
Presently he returned, and led Farina to a bank, drawing from some
hiding-place a book and a bell, which he gave into the hands of the
youth.
'For thy soul, no word!' said the Monk, speaking down his throat as he
took in breath. 'Nay! not in answer to me! Be faithful, and more than
earthly fortune is thine; for I say unto thee, I shall not fail, having
grace to sustain this combat.'
Thereupon he commenced the ascent of Drachenfels.
Farina followed. He had no hint of the Monk's mission, nor of the part
himself was to play in it. Such a load of silence gathered on his
questioning spirit, that the outcry of the rageing elements alone
prevented him from arresting the Monk and demanding the end of his
service there.
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