CHAPTER V.
THE FRIGHTFUL CATASTROPHE.
The trial was at hand.All the great lords and barons of Brandenburgh were assembled in the Hall of Justice in the ducal palace.No space was left unoccupied where there was room for a spectator to stand or sit.
Conrad,clad in purple and ermine,sat in the premier's chair,and on either side sat the great judges of the realm.The old Duke had sternly commanded that the trial of his daughter should proceed,without favor,and then had taken to his bed broken-hearted.His days were numbered.
Poor Conrad had begged,as for his very life,that he might be spared the misery of sitting in judgment upon his cousin's crime,but it did not avail.
The saddest heart in all that great assemblage was in Conrad's breast.
The gladdest was in his father's.For,unknown to his daughter "Conrad,"
the old Baron Klugenstein was come,and was among the crowd of nobles,triumphant in the swelling fortunes of his house.
After the heralds had made due proclamation and the other preliminaries had followed,the venerable Lord Chief justice said:
"Prisoner,stand forth!"
The unhappy princess rose and stood unveiled before the vast multitude.
The Lord Chief Justice continued:
"Most noble lady,before the great judges of this realm it hath been charged and proven that out of holy wedlock your Grace hath given birth unto a child,;and by our ancient law the penalty is death,excepting in one sole contingency,whereof his Grace the acting Duke,our good Lord Conrad,will advertise you in his solemn sentence now;wherefore,give heed."