T he C astle of the D evil (Fragment) T he C astle of the D evil A rider was singing down the forest trail in the growing twilight, keeping time to his horse's easy jog. He was a tall rangy man, broad of shoulder and deep of chest with keen restless eyes which seemed at once to challenge and mock. “Hola!” he drew his horse to a sudden stop and looked down curiously at the man who rose from his seat on a stone beside the road. This man was even taller than the rider – a lean somber man clad in plain dark garments, his features a dark pallor. “An Englishman? And a Puritan by the cut o' that garb,” commented the man on the horse. “I am glad to see a countryman in this outlandish domain, even such a melancholy fellow as you seem. My name is John Silent and I am bound for Genoa.” “I am Solomon Kane,” the other answered in a deep measured voice. “I am a wanderer on the face of the earth and have no destination.” John Silent frowned down at the Puritan in puzzlement. The deep cold eyes gazed back at him unswerving. “Name of the Devil, man, know you not whither you are bound at the present?” “Wherever the spirit moves me to go,” answered Solomon. “Just now I find myself in this wild and desolate country through which I journey, doubtless hither drawn for some purpose yet unknown to me.” Silent sighed and shook his head. “Mount behind me, man, and we will at least seek some tavern in which to spend the night.” “I would not overtax your steed, good sir, but if you will permit I will walk along by your side and converse with you, for it is many a month since I have heard good English speech.” As they went slowly down the trail, John Silent still gazed down at the man, noting the stride that was long and cat-like in spite of Kane's lank build, and the long rapier which hung at his hip. Silent's hand instinctively touched the long curved hanger in his own belt. “Do you mean to tell me that you journey through the countries of the world with no goal in view, caring not where you may be?” “Sir, what matters it where a man be if he is carrying out God's plan for him?” “By Jove,” swore John Silent, “you are even more wayward than I, for though I rove the world also, I always have some goal in mind. As now I come from the command of a troop of soldiery and am going to Genoa to go on board a ship which sails against the Turkish corsairs. Come with me, friend, and learn to sail the seas.” “I have sailed them and found them to be little to my liking. Many who call themselves honest merchantmen be naught but bloody pirates.” John Silent hid his grin and changed the subject. “Then since the spirit has moved you to traverse this land, 'tis like you have found something to your liking herein.” “No, good sir, I find little here but starving peasants, cruel lords and lawless men. Yet 'tis like that I have done somewhat of good, for only a few hours agone I came upon a wretch who hung on a gallows and cut him down ere his breath had passed from him.” John Silent nearly fell out of his saddle. “What! You cut down a man from Baron Von Staler's gibbet? Name of the Devil, you will have both our necks in a noose!” “You should not curse so hotly,” Solomon reproved mildly. “I know not this Baron Von Staler, but methinks he had hanged a man unjustly. The victim was only a boy and he had a good face.” “And forsooth,” said John Silent angrily, “you must risk our lives by saving his worthless one, which was already doomed.” “What else was there to do?” asked Kane with a touch of impatience. “I beg you, vex me no more on the subject but tell me whose castle it is that I see rising above the trees.” “One which you may come to know much more thoroughly if we make not haste,” Silent answered grimly. “That is the keep of Baron Von Staler, whose gibbet you robbed, and who is the most powerful lord in the Black Forest. There goes the path which leads up the steep to his door; here is the road which we take – the one that leads us quickest and furtherest out of the good Baron's reach.” “Methinks that is the castle which the peasants have spoken to me of,” mused Kane. “They call it an unsavory name – the Castle of the Devil. Come, let us look into the matter.” “You mean go up to the castle?” cried Silent, staring. “Aye, sir. The Baron will scarce refuse two wayfarers a lodging. More, we can ascertain what sort of a man he is. I would like to see this lord who hangs children.” “And if you like him not?” asked Silent sarcastically. Kane sighed. “It has fallen upon me, now and again in my sojourns through the world, to ease various evil men of their lives. I have a feeling that it will prove thus with the Baron.” “Name of two devils!” swore Silent in amazement. “You speak as if you were a judge on a bench and Baron Von Staler bound helpless before you, instead of being as it is – you but one blade and the Baron surrounded by lusty men-at-arms.” “The right is on my side,” said Kane somberly. “And right is mightier than a thousand men-at-arms. But why all this talk? I have not yet seen the Baron, and who am I to pass judgment unseen. Mayhap the Baron is a righteous man.” Silent shook his head in wonder. “You are either an inspired maniac, a fool, or the most courageous man in the world!” he laughed suddenly. “Lead on! 'Tis a wild venture that's like to end in death, but its insanity appeals to me and no man can say that John Silent fails to follow where another man leads!” “Your speech is wild and Godless,” said Kane, “but I begin to like you.” “It has fallen upon me, now and again in my sojourns through the world, to ease various evil men of their lives.” "+//ISBN 0-9673008-1-9//DTD OEB 1.0.1 Document//EN" "http://openebook.org/dtds/oeb-1.0.1/oebdoc101.dtd">