The Castle of Otranto | Page 8

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 whence she had heard
the sigh and steps. It gave her a kind of momentary joy to perceive an
imperfect ray 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 it 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 and tone of 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 for ever."
"Alas!" said the stranger, "what can I do to assist you? I will die in 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 hereabout, and it is the greatest service you can
do me, for I have not a minute to lose."
Saying a 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 stones.
"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 from Manfred's 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 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 essay. 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!

"Traitor!" said Manfred; "how camest thou here? I thought thee in
durance above in the court."
"I am no traitor," replied the young man boldly, "nor am I answerable
for your thoughts."
"Presumptuous villain!" cried Manfred; "dost thou provoke my