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The Java™ EE 5
Tutorial
Jennifer Ball
Debbie Bode Carson
Ian Evans
Kim Haase
Eric Jendrock
Copyright © 2006 Sun Microsystems, Inc., 4150 Network Circle, Santa Clara, California 95054, États-
Unis. Tous droits réservés.
Droits du gouvernement américain, utlisateurs gouvernmentaux - logiciel commercial. Les utilisateurs
gouvernmentaux sont soumis au contrat de licence standard de Sun Microsystems, Inc., ainsi qu aux dis-
positions en vigueur de la FAR [ (Federal Acquisition Regulations) et des suppléments à celles-ci.
Cette distribution peut comprendre des composants développés pardes tierces parties.
Sun, Sun Microsystems, le logo Sun, Java, JavaBeans, JavaServer, JavaServer Pages, Enterprise Java-
Beans, Java Naming and Directory Interface, JavaMail, JDBC, EJB, JSP, J2EE, J2SE, “Write Once, Run
Anywhere”, et le logo Java Coffee Cup sont des marques de fabrique ou des marques déposées de Sun
Microsystems, Inc. aux États-Unis et dans d’autres pays.
A moins qu’autrement autorisé, le code de logiciel en tous les matériaux techniques dans le présent (arti-
cles y compris, FAQs, échantillons) est fourni sous ce permis.
Les produits qui font l’objet de ce manuel d’entretien et les informations qu’il contient sont régis par la
législation américaine en matière de contrôle des exportations et peuvent être soumis au droit d’autres
pays dans le domaine des exportations et importations. Les utilisations finales, ou utilisateurs finaux, pour
des armes nucléaires, des missiles, des armes biologiques et chimiques ou du nucléaire maritime, directe-
ment ou indirectement, sont strictement interdites. Les exportations ou réexportations vers des pays sous
embargo des États-Unis, ou vers des entités figurant sur les listes d’exclusion d’exportation américaines,
y compris, mais de manière non exclusive, la liste de personnes qui font objet d’un ordre de ne pas partic-
iper, d’une façon directe ou indirecte, aux exportations des produits ou des services qui sont régi par la
législation américaine en matière de contrôle des exportations ("U .S. Commerce Department’s Table of
Denial Orders "et la liste de ressortissants spécifiquement désignés ("U.S. Treasury Department of Spe-
cially Designated Nationals and Blocked Persons "),, sont rigoureusement interdites.
Chapter 1: Overview. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1
Java EE Application Model 2
Distributed Multitiered Applications 3
Security 4
Java EE Components 5
Java EE Clients 5
Web Components 7
Business Components 8
Enterprise Information System Tier 9
Java EE Containers 9
Container Services 10
Container Types 11
Web Services Support 12
XML 12
SOAP Transport Protocol 13
WSDL Standard Format 13
UDDI and ebXML Standard Formats 14
Java EE Application Assembly and Deployment 14
Packaging Applications 14
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Development Roles 16
Java EE Product Provider 16
Tool Provider 17
Application Component Provider 17
Application Assembler 18
Application Deployer and Administrator 18
Java EE 5 APIs 19
Enterprise JavaBeans Technology 20
Java Servlet Technology 20
JavaServer Pages Technology 20
JavaServer Pages Standard Tag Library 20
JavaServer Faces 21
Java Message Service API 21
Java Transaction API 22
JavaMail API 22
JavaBeans Activation Framework 22
Java API for XML Processing 22
Java API for XML Web Services (JAX-WS) 23
Java Architecture for XML Binding (JAXB) 23
SOAP with Attachments API for Java 23
Java API for XML Registries 24
J2EE Connector Architecture 24
Java Database Connectivity API 24
Java Persistence API 25
Java Naming and Directory Interface 25
Java Authentication and Authorization Service 26
Simplified Systems Integration 26
Sun Java System Application Server Platform Edition 9 27
Tools 27
Starting and Stopping the Application Server 28
Starting the Admin Console 29
Starting and Stopping the Java DB Database Server 30
Debugging Java EE Applications 30
Accessing a Session 86
Associating Objects with a Session 86
Session Management 87
Session Tracking 88
Finalizing a Servlet 89
Tracking Service Requests 89
Notifying Methods to Shut Down 90
Creating Polite Long-Running Methods 91
Further Information 92
Index . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .1181
About This Tutorial
Prerequisites
Before proceeding with this tutorial you should have a good knowledge of the
Java programming language. A good way to get to that point is to work through
all the basic and some of the specialized trails in The Java™ Tutorial, Mary
Campione et al., (Addison-Wesley, 2000). In particular, you should be familiar
with relational database and security features described in the trails listed in
Table 1.
Trail URL
JDBC http://java.sun.com/docs/books/tutorial/jdbc
Security http://java.sun.com/docs/books/tutorial/security1.2
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After you have become familiar with some of the technology areas, you are
ready to tackle the case studies, which tie together several of the technologies
discussed in the tutorial. The Coffee Break Application (Chapter 37) describes
an application that uses the web application and web services APIs. The Duke’s
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Bank Application (Chapter 38) describes an application that employs web appli-
cation technologies, enterprise beans, and the Java Persistence API.
Finally, the appendix contains auxiliary information helpful to the Java EE 5
application developer:
• Java encoding schemes (Appendix A)
Required Software
The following software is required to run the examples.
Tutorial Bundle
The tutorial example source is contained in the tutorial bundle. If you are view-
ing this online, you need to click on the “Download” link at the top of any page.
After you have installed the tutorial bundle, the example source code is in the
<INSTALL>/javaee5tutorial/examples/ directory, with subdirectories for
each of the technologies discussed in the tutorial.
Application Server
The Sun Java System Application Server Platform Edition 9 is targeted as the
build and runtime environment for the tutorial examples. To build, deploy, and
run the examples, you need a copy of the Application Server and Java 2 Plat-
form, Standard Edition 5.0 (J2SE 5.0). If you already have a copy of the J2SE
SDK, you can download the Application Server from:
http://java.sun.com/javaee/downloads/index.html
You can also download the Java EE 5 SDK—which contains the Application
Server and the J2SE SDK—from the same site.
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Apache Ant
Ant is a Java technology-based build tool developed by the Apache Software
Foundation (http://ant.apache.org), and is used to build, package, and
deploy the tutorial examples. Ant is included with the Application Server. To use
the ant command-line tool add <JAVAEE_HOME>/lib/ant/bin to your PATH
environment variable.
Registry Server
You need a registry server to run the examples discussed in Chapter 19. Instruc-
tions for obtaining and setting up a registry server are provided in Chapter 19.
Note: On Windows, you must escape any backslashes in the javaee.home property
with another backslash or use forward slashes as a path separator. So, if your Appli-
cation Server installation is C:\Sun\AppServer, you must set javaee.home as fol-
lows:
javaee.home = C:\\Sun\\AppServer
or
javaee.home=C:/Sun/AppServer
dist subdirectory, which holds the packaged module file; and a client-jar
directory, which holds the retrieved application client JAR.
Further Information
This tutorial includes the basic information that you need to deploy applications
on and administer the Application Server.
See the Sun Java™ System Application Server Platform Edition 9 Developer’s
Guide at http://docs.sun.com/app/docs/doc/819-3659 for information
about developer features of the Application Server.
See the Sun Java™ System Application Server Platform Edition 9 Administra-
tion Guide at http://docs.sun.com/app/docs/doc/819-3658 for information
about administering the Application Server.
For information about the Java DB database included with the Application
Server see the Apache web site at http://db.apache.org/derby.
Typographical Conventions
Table 2 lists the typographical conventions used in this tutorial.
Feedback
To send comments, broken link reports, errors, suggestions, and questions about
this tutorial to the tutorial team, please use the feedback form at
http://java.sun.com/javaee/5/docs/tutorial/information/sendus-
mail.html.
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Overview
The Java™ Persistence API is new to the Java EE 5 platform. The Java Persis-
tence API provides an object/relational mapping for managing relational data in
enterprise beans, web components, and application clients. It can also be used in
Java SE applications, outside of the Java EE environment.
This tutorial uses examples to describe the features and functionalities available
in the Java EE 5 platform for developing enterprise applications. Whether you
are a new or experienced Enterprise developer, you should find the examples and
accompanying text a valuable and accessible knowledge base for creating your
own solutions.
If you are new to Java EE enterprise application development, this chapter is a
good place to start. Here you will review development basics, learn about the
Java EE architecture and APIs, become acquainted with important terms and
concepts, and find out how to approach Java EE application programming,
assembly, and deployment.
Security
While other enterprise application models require platform-specific security
measures in each application, the Java EE security environment enables security
constraints to be defined at deployment time. The Java EE platform makes appli-
cations portable to a wide variety of security implementations by shielding appli-
cation developers from the complexity of implementing security features.
The Java EE platform provides standard declarative access control rules that are
defined by the developer and interpreted when the application is deployed on the
server. Java EE also provides standard login mechanisms so application develop-
ers do not have to implement these mechanisms in their applications. The same
application works in a variety of different security environments without chang-
ing the source code.
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The hours went slowly, and to those who were shut up in the forest hut,
compelled to be idle, they seemed interminable. They talked over the
possibilities at which Otto Engel had hinted so confidently, but in the slow
passing of the hours they began to grow hopeless over Tyndale's affairs.
They speculated as to what the forester might be able to do, but their own
memory of the drawbridge and portcullis, and the armed men on the walls,
drove them to the conclusion that his scheme was a wild and impossible
one.
Again and again Herman went to the window, and looked out to the
forest, hoping to see the forester, but there was no sign of his coming. He
saw the giant trees rearing their proud heads to the sun, which at some spots
found its way on the pathways and undergrowth. Some wild boars rushed
by at odd intervals, and a dark-grey, grizzled lynx chased a poor creature
among the branches, or dropped to the earth on an unsuspecting victim. It
served to pass the time to watch from the window all that went on in the
forest—the wolves that passed, or a bear that shambled along, but halted at
an ant-hill to scrape out the nests and lap up the eggs.
The hours went on—the longest he had ever spent. The morning passed.
The sun changed his position, and cast long, slanting shadows, and
presently the afternoon began to grow old. Then evening came, and the
forester had not returned.
They began to be anxious for his safety, and fears of many sorts were
talked about. Had he shot some wild creature, and in the brute's agony had
he been mauled and torn? The anxiety became so great, when the shadows
grew dense and night was falling, that Herman drew the bolt, intending to
go out and search for the absent man; but Roye, as much distressed, but
cautious, dissuaded him.
At last they heard the heavy stamp of feet on the path outside, and then
the scratch of a dog's paws on the door. Herman's hand went to the bolt, but
he waited for another sign, and when Engel spoke quietly and lifted the
latch he opened the door.
"I put the horse back in the meadow!" the forester exclaimed, lowering
himself stiffly on a stool, but he had barely done so when he straightened
himself and went to the cupboard to get food for himself and the dog.
"I've got to the bottom of my scheme," said the tired man, glad to be
seated. "I'll tell you all about it as soon as I find myself in front of food. But
we'll see to the dog first," he added, the moment Herman set the meat on the
table.
"I've found a way for getting William Tyndale out of that robber's den,
so that we shall surprise both Schouts and Cochlaeus, and spoil their plans!"
Otto Engel exclaimed, his mouth full. He was eating ravenously, for he and
the dog had gone all the day without food. In his wanderings he had
threshed out that difficult problem of deliverance. "I can see my way, and
we'll have him out of it before I'm very much older," he added, when he had
swallowed a draught of water and had given the dog another great helping.
"You can?" the others cried, startled by the forester's words, and
impressed with his confidence.
"And what's your plan?" asked Roye, drawing his stool up to the table,
where he leant forward and gazed at the ranger. "Is it sure?" he went on,
laying his hand on the other's arm. "Or is it possible that you may fail and
leave us to our disappointment, and my master to his death?"
His face was pale and his voice eager and tremulous, while his eyes
gleamed as though they were not far from tears.
The ranger swallowed his mouthful, and then he answered as earnestly
as Roye:
Engel's meal was ended now, and, getting up from the table, he carried
his stool with him and sat before the fire, and sprawled his crossed feet to
catch the warmth of the burning logs.
"I suppose nine out of ten, not knowing what I know, would say it was a
madman's venture, but I'll tell you exactly what is at the back of my mind,
and you shall say 'yes' or 'no,' according to what you think, when I have had
my say."
The others pulled their stools to the fireside and listened; but while he
unfolded his plan they thought he must be mad. Yet when they looked at his
face they felt they were mistaken. He had evidently planned the whole thing
out, basing this desperate scheme on his knowledge of the castle and not on
mere supposition.
They shrank from the venture which the forester proposed, for there
could be but one ending to it, without benefiting William Tyndale in the
slightest degree. On the very face of it, it was doomed to failure, and it
might end in death for them all.
The ranger swung round on his stool and faced Herman, but did not
speak until he once more turned to gaze into the midst of the burning logs,
leaning forward as though he saw pictures among them.
"I am telling you of something more than possibilities," he said
presently. "I count what I propose as a certainty, and I mean to try my plan.
I shall be glad to have you with me, but if you are afraid—and it's not to be
wondered at if you are—I will do the thing alone; only the task will be so
much the harder, and the risks will be greater because it will take so much
longer time. God helping me, the man on whom so much depends shall be
freed!"
Engel sprang to his feet, overturning the stool, and paced the floor,
walking round by the wall and past the door and window like a caged beast,
back and forth again, as though to walk off his excitement.
"I mean to try it!" he exclaimed. "I've been kneeling a lot to-day in the
forest to pray about it, and I believe God has shown me the way. It would
be woe to me if I did not do my best for the good man after that."
"I can't imagine how you mean to get inside the castle," Herman said,
incredulous. The scheme was such a preposterous one.
Engel went to a cupboard on the farther side of the room, and, feeling
about in the darkness, he brought out a sheet of paper, which he smoothed
out on the table.
"I'll get a light," he said, and when the candle was burning he spoke
again. "You are both able to lay some claim to scholarship, I suppose; so
you will understand this plan with a bit of explanation. It's a plan of
Schouts' castle, but he doesn't know I've got it, or he might hang me over
his gate."
He bent over the sheet when he had covered the window, so that none
might look in from outside. Then, with his forefinger, while the others bent
over, he opened out the scheme more fully. He showed them the point
where he would go in, where he would go when he was once inside, and
how he meant to get out with William Tyndale, and the others, with the plan
so plainly before them, saw that the scheme was possible, provided there
were no accidents to mar it.
But it was a desperate venture, to say the least, for three men to pit
themselves against the robber lord, and expect to snatch their friend from
the clutches of one who had scores of servitors, every one a trained fighting
man who had no fear of God or man, and, like the Norse warriors who had
in them the Berserker spirit, would go to the battle when the call came, and
fight with frenzied and merciless fury. The bare suggestion was little less
than madness.
After bending over the table so long, the forester straightened himself
and gazed down at the crumpled sheet of paper which was resting on the
table among the crumbs and broken bread which had not been swept away.
Herman and Roye glanced up at him, and saw the resolute look on his face
and the total absence of fear. The first to speak was Herman.
"Otto Engel."
"Well?"
"So will I!" Roye exclaimed. His pale face showed that he did not speak
lightly.
The ranger put out his hands and gripped those which were stretched
out to him.
"Now."
Roye turned his back on the others and gazed into the fire, but a few
moments later he swung round again.
"I said I would go, and so I will. But 'tis too great a venture without
asking God's help before we start," he said, dropping on his knees at the
table. The others did the same, and buried their faces in their hands while
the elder man prayed concerning this dangerous enterprise, and asked that
William Tyndale might have a safe deliverance.
"Now I can go in double strength," cried the ranger, still on his knees;
and there was something exalted in his tone and a look on his face that is
rare with men. "Please God, we'll have that dear man here before the dawn
comes!"
He rose to his feet, and, looking to his weapons, bade the others do the
same. Telling the dog to keep safe watch, however long they were away,
giving him a big bone to wile away the hours and placing food within his
reach in case the creature should grow hungry, he blew out the light, threw
open the door, and walked into the night.
The moon was already showing her face in fitful gleams where the leafy
canopy of the forest was broken here and there; but even thus it seemed
dark at first. They moved in stealth, not knowing who might be abroad.
Once they saw a pair of shining eyes in the thicket, but at a sharp word from
the ranger and a menacing movement on his part, the beast moved off,
snarling, yet frightened, for three men were too many to meet in fight.
"'Twas a wolf, and he's a desperate coward when you get him in a
corner," Engel said carelessly.
The slow going in the forest took more than half an hour of their time,
but at last they reached the open, where the green slope swept, up which
William Tyndale had been taken, as a prisoner.
All was silent now, and the moonlit sweep of grass had neither man nor
beast on it.
Away to the left were the silver-shining waters of the river, but it was
clear. No craft moved up or down, and nothing tempted the bandit lord from
his warm banquet-hall. Presently, however, Herman and his companions
caught the glint of steel, and then they saw a soldier come from behind a
bush and pace the bank, doubtless on the look out for any vessel that gave
promise of plunder.
"Were it not for the trouble that would come, I would go on my knees
here and pray that some craft might pass which would bring Schouts and his
cut-throat soldiers out to-night," the ranger muttered. "'Twould go some
way towards lessening our own danger."
"Many a poor man would lose his life to-night if we prayed like that,"
said Roye seriously.
"Yes. That's the worst part of it. One benefits so often at the price of
another's irremediable loss," came the ranger's grave response. "Ah, well!
We'll take it as God sends it!"
He led the way along the edge of the ascending slope, but well within
the shadows of the trees.
The castle stood on the brow of the hill, and those who were on this
desperate errand saw the massive towers and wondered how an enemy
could hope to scale the walls and capture the place. Standing for a while,
since there was ample time, Engel told his companions what the castle was
like inside, so that they might not be altogether unprepared for what they
would see during their venture.
"You pass the gateway which those two towers defend. Then you are in
the first or lower ward, which is defended by as many as eight strong
towers, and separated from the second ward by another gateway with a
portcullis.
"In the second ward is a dungeon tower and a prison chapel, but
William Tyndale is not in that part of the castle. I found out so much when I
was abroad to-day. You go out of the second ward by a long flight of steps
to the third and fourth wards, which are surrounded by a steep rampart and
a wall, I know not how many feet thick, nor how many high. Then you
come to the very heart of things. There is the King's Tower, where Schouts
is lodged. There's the Queen's Tower, where his lady has her quarters. The
kitchen and the chapel and other places are near. Well, it's in the King's
Tower we have to go, for Master Tyndale is lodged there, and because I
have a friend in court, I know just where."
The ranger stopped talking abruptly. They were approaching a broad
and open path which ran through the forest, and they caught the sound of
men's voices.
Standing back where none could see them, they waited, wondering at
the meaning of these unexpected sounds. A minute or two later the lights of
lanterns appeared on their right in a dense part of the forest. These came
nearer and nearer, and not only were there the sounds of men's voices, but
of horses' hoofs, their snortings, and the jingle of their trappings.
Before long a dozen horsemen moved past those who were standing in
the shelter of the bushes—two men, fully armed, going first, their drawn
swords glancing as they rode out to the grassy slope. Then two others at
whose sides swords hung in their scabbards, and behind them a number of
well-armed men.
None of the watchers could tell who they were, for the heavy foliage hid
their faces; but when the cavalcade swept round towards the castle, Herman
gripped Roye's arm.
CHAPTER XVI
"Tell my lord of Schouts that the Deacon of the Church of the Blessed
Virgin wishes to confer with him on a matter of the first importance. Say
that I have ridden out from the city for that purpose."
"My lord says that the Deacon of the Church of the Blessed Virgin may
enter," said the warden surlily.
Berndorff, hearing what the soldier said, gave an order, and the
horsemen moved forward. Already the feet of the first two horses were on
the bridge, but the soldier caught at the bridles.
"Nay!" he cried. "I told you that my lord said that the Deacon might
enter. I ought to have said, 'and no other'! All else must stay outside and
cool their toes, or ride away, just as they please. But as for going in, no!"
the soldier exclaimed roughly.
"An insolent varlet!" cried Cochlaeus, riding forward. "Is that how you
speak to a dignitary of the Church?" he asked angrily.
Cochlaeus was irresolute. In his own mind there was the fear that he
might be detained by the bandit lord, and held for heavy ransom, since it
was known that the treasure coffer of the Church of the Blessed Virgin was
a full one. Schouts was known among the Churchmen to care nothing for
the maledictions of the Church; and while he may have thought seriously of
armed men standing at his gate in considerable numbers, he had no fear
from such as were in the community to which Cochlaeus belonged.
"That's for my lord to say, not for me," the soldier answered, with
indifference.
"Where lies the lack of hospitality?" came the curt rejoinder. "You come
hither at your own suggestion, and not as my master's guest. Would you
suppose that he would suffer any to enter his stronghold who chose to pass
this way? He can surely say whom he will see, and refuse if he cares?"
The soldiers behind Cochlaeus sat grimly in their saddles, but they
understood. Schouts was not likely to admit any armed men who might
prove awkward if once they got across the bridge and held the gate, keeping
it wide open for hundreds to come who might be lurking in the forest for
surprise. And as for Cochlaeus, were it not for their own honour as soldiers
in the service of the Burgomaster of the city, they would have been well
content to see this heretic hunter lying stark and still on this same bridge to
which he had come to parley with the robber lord.
"What must you do?" the warden responded in surprise at the question.
"Come in alone, or go away again, just as you may please. I have my lord's
orders, and I won't go from them. Nor dare I. None of these soldiers,
therefore, may enter. My lord will have none of them inside of his castle.
He said so when I took your message to him."
The soldiers on the drawbridge moved their horses back, and stood with
the others, while Cochlaeus, going forward in an ill-humour, rode in at the
dark gateway. Then his temper gave place to fear, for it dawned upon him
that he was placing himself in the power of a man who might retort on the
Church to which he was an inveterate enemy, and hold this heretic hunter
for ransom. His face paled, and his hand trembled on the rein when the
drawbridge began to rise and the portcullis rushed down, the sound of the
loud rattle of chains coming as a reminder of the helplessness of his
position, and how completely he was in the power of the bandit lord.
"Caught like a rat in a trap, I'll be bound," muttered Otto Engel, who,
like his companions, was watching all that passed, and trying to gauge how
far this night visit of Cochlaeus was likely to affect the prisoner in the
castle. "Ay, like a rat in a trap! God grant he may never come out alive!" he
said, when the gates clanged together. "But come, friends. Let us be on the
move, lest that Inquisitor has come to buy William Tyndale, and will pay
Schouts' price. Then there is no saving the poor man."
The ranger moved away at a run, winding in and out among the bushes,
leaping over little runlets and brushing through thick undergrowth; but his
comrades kept pace with him, so that when he halted under a gnarled oak,
whose great branches hung so heavily that he had to stoop to pass beneath
them, the others were but a little way behind.
"Is this the place?" Herman asked, bending low to look for Engel, who
was completely hidden.
"Yes. We'll waste no time now we are here," said the ranger. "Stand
there awhile and get your breath," he said to Roye, who was panting with
his run. "I will go first, and what I do you must copy."
"Art coming?" Engel asked presently, in a tone which warned the others
to be cautious.
"I'm coming," Herman whispered back, but he turned to Roye. "You had
better go next, then I shall know that you are safe. I am used to climbing
trees, but possibly you are not."
"'Tis true," said the elder man, but he followed Engel, and before long
word came in the darkness that he was safe.
When Herman stood with the others in the great fork, which formed a
natural platform, the ranger dropped on his knees, and felt about in the
darkness with his hand.
When he had found what he wanted, he began to descend into the body
of the tree, the trunk proving to be hollow. The others could hear the sound
of his feet, as though he stepped on iron. The fancy became reality when
Engel produced a light, and while he held a lantern in his hand, they saw
him below, waiting for them to follow.
"Put your feet on those irons, and hold tight with your hands, or you
may get a nasty fall," he whispered, pointing to some iron loops which had
been driven into the inside of the tree, forming what was equivalent to a
ladder. Herman descended, feeling with his feet for footing as he went,
Roye following closely.
Looking around them curiously when they stood in a group, they saw all
manner of insects crawling about, startled by the light and this unwonted
invasion of their domain. Many of them left shiny tracks behind them,
while some insects, attracted by the lantern, flew against its horny sides.
It was an unpleasant sight, but they had other business on hand, and
they went about it with that quick glance at their surroundings.
Handing the lantern to Herman, the ranger bent down and prodded the
floor with his hunting-knife. At every prod there was an answering metallic
sound.
He had driven his knife into a crevice, and, scraping the earth away, as
he moved along, with the point, he marked out a square space. Driving in
the point of the tempered steel, he raised an iron plate which worked on
hinges, and, getting his hands to it when it had come a little way, he threw it
back against the tree's side, and looked into a hole, the bottom of which was
lost in blackness.
Here, again, were iron clamps by which Engel descended carefully, for
some distance, until his foot touched solid ground. Herman followed and
found himself in a cavernous space.
Gazing around, they found that it was what they expected according to
the plan. Here was a great chamber, low-roofed, and narrowing down on
one side to a passage whose walls gleamed in the light of the lantern.
The walls were veined in all directions, and the yellow colour suggested
gold; but this was no time for close examination. The matter in hand was
the finding of William Tyndale, to wrest him from Schouts' harsh keeping
before he had time to sell him into the hands of those for whom Cochlaeus
was acting.
"Yonder is the passage," said the ranger, walking the next moment
across the floor with the others so close at his heels that, when he halted
unexpectedly, they bundled against him.
For some distance the passage ran level, narrowing down occasionally,
so that Engel had to turn his burly form sideways and squeeze himself
through; but after a time the floor sloped downwards, and so steeply at
some points that the footing was treacherous. It was made more so by the
moisture which oozed through the rocky ceiling and trickled down the walls
to the ground on which they trod.
"We are under the moat," whispered the ranger, who stumbled while he
carelessly turned to speak, and barely saved himself from a heavy fall.
Having passed this slimy, moss-covered floor, they found themselves on
an ascending path, and there they paused; for at this point the real danger of
their daring venture began.
"We are inside the castle," whispered Engel. "What say you? Shall we
all go forward, or will you both stay here while I go forward to see how the
land lies?"
"It's true enough, so far," said Engel, "and why not be correct all the
way through? I've heard my father say so, and he knew, for he had tried it
more than once."
The ranger was moving forward while he spoke, throwing light on the
treacherous path with the lantern.
For more than fifty yards they went their way, touching the slimy walls
at times, and treading on softness they would have shuddered at, but for this
matter on their minds, and of such supreme importance.
Suddenly they came to a full stop, for a wall was in front of them, to all
appearance solid rock, and impassable. But instead of dismay there was a
stifled sound of satisfaction. It was what the plan had marked.
Herman began to look about this rocky face, smoothing his hand over it
lightly, but for a time he failed to find what he was searching for. Then he
exclaimed in a tone of satisfaction, just as the fear was coming that they had
been misled:
He felt a tiny knob of rock, and, pressing on it, the wall began to move
away slowly and heavily, but without a sound. The moment he took his
hand away, the rocky door stood still, leaving a crevice sufficiently wide for
them to peep through.
Hiding the lantern's light so that it should not betray them, they saw a
long passage, three or four feet wide, but almost in darkness. The only light
it contained was that of a smoking lamp hanging on the wall far down the
corridor.
"What use was it to come so far, and not go farther?" Roye asked almost
testily. "We have to get my master out of this."
While he spoke he put out his hand and pressed the door farther open.
Then, brushing past the others, he stood in the passage. Engel and Herman
followed. Thrusting the door back into its place, careful not to send it too
far, for the latch to catch, they looked at it in such dim light as there was,
and saw that it fitted into the roughly built wall so well that none would
suspect the presence of a door when thrust back completely. It was clear to
them that it was a secret entrance and exit, the existence of which had
probably been forgotten.
"Now for the next thing," said the ranger, glancing up and down the
passage anxiously. "Put your minds on that plan in my home, and you will
remember we had to take the first turning to the left. It comes half-way
between us here and that light yonder."
He led the way, going softly and cautiously, ready for advance or
retreat, as things might chance. Ere many yards had been traversed they
came to an opening on the left, and it led up some winding steps, past
doorways from none of which came any sound or sign of life or light on the
other sides. The stairway opened on a long corridor, broad and pretentious.
Some of the doorways had heavy curtains hanging over them, and one into
which they peered, since the door was wide open, showed the great
banqueting-hall, with tapestries on the walls, casques and bucklers, antlers,
and many other relics of the chase in the forest. Across the hall at the upper
end ranged the high table at which the lord of the castle sat, and the other
tables ran down by the walls, leaving the central space clear.
To linger was dangerous, and yet the nearer way to Tyndale's cell lay
through the hall.
"I'll not venture," Engel muttered, listening intently for any sound of
approaching voices or footsteps, and realising, like the others, that in this
escapade they were almost challenging death. "We'll go round, for who can
tell what men may come into the place when we are half-way across the
floor of that hall? We should never get to yonder door, nor any other door,
except a dungeon one."
Every sound thrilled them, for the peril was so great. And yet they
moved onwards, bent on getting Tyndale away, if it were possible. After a
time they came to a corner, and glanced along another corridor shut off with
heavy hangings.
The danger centred at that door, and Engel half wished he had come
alone, so that his movements should not be hampered. One could move
where three would find it impossible and dangerous.
"Roye," he whispered, while they were hidden in the curtain, "one can
move freely, and perhaps two; but three are too many. It adds so greatly to
the fear of discovery. What say you to going back to the secret door and
staying in the passage, keeping everything in readiness when we bring
William Tyndale with us?"
"Is there likely to be any fighting? for, if so, I can do my share," said
Roye readily.
"There will be no fighting. It's a matter of stealth, and three are too
many. One may blunder and spoil everything. We shall all be waiting for
each other."
"I'll go back, but not willingly," came the reluctant response. "I wanted
greatly to be one of those to go to my master, but I see the difficulty."
"Can you find the way?" Engel whispered; and Roye, answering
quickly, went back softly. They watched him until he disappeared at the
steps.
"He's brave enough," the ranger said sincerely, "and I like the man's
spirit. There's no doubt as to the love he has for his master, and he's sore at
heart at turning back. But three are too many."
Engel and Herman made a hurried progress down the dimly-lit corridor,
making for one of the doors, but they hid themselves among some curtains
almost in panic, for a page-boy came into view at one of the corners,
whistling gaily as he walked along carelessly. He passed on, unsuspecting,
not even looking at the heavy curtains.
As for those in hiding, they almost forgot the boy in the intensity of
their surprise at what they saw. From among the folds in which they stood,
they looked into a gorgeous chamber, and at the table, in the centre, so
seated that the flaming logs upon the hearth lit up their faces, making the
lights of the candles dim with the red glow, were two men.
One was Schouts, the robber lord. The other was Cochlaeus. Both had
wine goblets by their hand, and were talking seriously.
CHAPTER XVII
"What will you give me, Deacon, if I hand you over this prisoner of
mine, whose name, you say, is William Tyndale?"
Schouts lifted the silver flagon while he spoke, and filled his goblet.
"Two hundred and fifty golden crowns, my lord—the price that is set on
that fellow's head," Cochlaeus answered.
"What!" cried Schouts, in sharp surprise, with the goblet half-way to his
lips. "You would make a crafty bargain with me, and pay me as much as
you would pay one of my retainers if they chanced to find this lean-faced
Englishman?"
"'Tis a big sum, my lord. Two hundred and fifty golden crowns."
"It may be, Deacon, but I should get as much from this fellow's friends
in Hamburg, for since I got hold of him I am told that some English
merchants there have some regard for him, and are finding him money for
this enterprise of his, this writing of pestilent papers. I shall go to them,
perhaps to-morrow—perhaps to-night—and tell them how anxious the
Churchmen are to burn their friend, but they only value him for fuel to an
Inquisition fire at two hundred and fifty crowns. They will give me five
hundred without a word, I'll warrant you, and think they got this Tyndale
cheaply. But I'll not take five hundred from them, nor from you. The price
for that Englishman in my dungeon is a thousand crowns, down here on this
table, if you are the purchaser. Then you may torture him to your heart's
content, or burn him, just as you are disposed."
Schouts laughed, then drank off his wine, draining his goblet and filling
it again before he answered.
"I said a thousand crowns, and golden ones. And if nobody will give me
that much, no one has him but myself, and I shall keep him. He won't cost
much for his food, and I shall get a bit of satisfaction out of it all. I shall
know, for instance, that you and your torturing crew in those Holy House
cellars where you keep your racks and your thumbscrews are consumed
with anger because you cannot work your will on that man you want so
badly, and won't buy at my price."
Schouts sipped at his wine two or three times, staring at Cochlaeus, half
amused at the look on the Churchman's face.
"I shall keep him for a time, and he may bring me in a good sum before
I have done with him. His friends may go beyond the thousand when they
know where he is."
"Can you not?" cried Schouts. "Look you, Deacon Cochlaeus! If this
man goes out of my hands, whether to his friends or to his foes, he will not
go until I see a thousand crowns of gold on this table. Now you have my
answer. I won't take nine hundred and ninety-nine. It shall be a thousand;
and when you have brought me that many you may do as you please with
him, for then he is yours, body and soul."
The robber had stood up, and, pushing back his chair, so that it fell to
the floor with a noisy clatter, he went to the hearth, and, having kicked the
logs together with his boot, stood with his back to the fire and looked to see
how this emissary of the Inquisition received his ultimatum.
"Say seven hundred and fifty, my lord," exclaimed Cochlaeus, now
standing. "A thousand crowns is such an enormous sum for a penniless
man."
Cochlaeus paced the floor to and fro, his feet treading on some
magnificent carpets which must have come from Turkish looms. He had no
thought for all the luxury that was round him—the spoils of many a piracy.
His thoughts were on the man for whose purchase he was bargaining, whom
he longed to see crouching in one of the dungeons of the Inquisition,
presently to be bound on the wheel and broken, or put to some other torture,
and, if he had his own way, burnt in the open market-place of the city which
he had dared to pollute with his shameless sheets!
But the price! This robber lord had the audacity to ask a thousand
golden crowns, and as he had already protested, the sum was preposterous.
Yet, before he came away to hunt down the arch-heretic, who was dealing
such deadly blows at Mother Church, and spreading far and wide his
pestiferous books, his fellow-Inquisitors had told him that a thousand, or
even two thousand, golden crowns would not be too much if it would bring
Tyndale into their power. They would be able to silence him for ever, and he
would not then seduce the people to heresy.
Schouts stood with his back to the blazing logs, and watched the
Churchman with a sinister look on his face, as he moved backwards and
forwards, debating this question of payment to the bandit lord. As for the
lord of the castle, he was smiling to himself, although his face was stern, to
think that he was wringing out a thousand golden crowns from a Church for
which, in his godless way, he had the most profound contempt.
Schouts laughed.
"I've more to add, and that, too, may prove preposterous!" he exclaimed.
"I forgot, when I fixed the price for my prisoner, that I must have a full
pardon for every sin of which I stand convicted—my robberies, what you
and many another call my murders, my wanton insults—to quote you again
—to some of the Church's high dignitaries—for everything that you and
yours may count a sin! That and the thousand crowns! So now decide, and
quickly, for I want to be gone."
He was going to say more, but there were quick steps on the stones of
the corridor, and then a man came in without ceremony, and, breathless with
haste, strode to where Schouts was standing.
"MY LORD, THERE IS A SHIP COMING ROUND THE BEND," THE
MAN CRIED, BREATHLESSLY.
"My lord," he cried, not heeding the Churchman, who had paused in his
restless walk to hear what Schouts had to say, "there is a ship coming round
the bend. She is the same you bade me keep a sharp look out for."
The man held his hands to his sides, and sought to regain his
squandered breath, but Schouts, filling his goblet with wine, gave it to the
soldier, told him to drink, and follow him quickly.
"I will talk with you later, Deacon Cochlaeus," Schouts exclaimed,
facing his visitor; "but I must see to this business at once. But bethink you
of what I said. A thousand crowns and absolution, or nothing." He halted at
the door, and the confusion on the face of the Churchman so amused him
that he burst into loud laughter. "By the way, twelve hours hence my price
will be raised. Maybe I'll ask for fifteen hundred crowns."
He pulled the door after him, and walked swiftly along the corridor,
looking to his weapons as he went.
The great bell of the castle clanged a few moments later. The sound of it
travelled to the building's farthest depths, and away beyond the walls, into
the forest itself, for, as Otto Engel whispered, he had often heard it in his
hut, and knew that there was murder afoot.
Those who hid behind the curtain heard the tramp of men, and before
long they came by in haste. They were taking the shortest cuts to be in time
to form up and receive the commands from their lord, who was bawling out
his orders in the courtyard, Some, to save time, rushed through the room in
which Cochlaeus stood—in at one door and out at that where Herman and
the forester were hiding. They were buckling on their swords as they went,
and, careless of the Churchman's dignity, brushed past him, almost
overturning him in their haste. Cochlaeus' jaw dropped when the last to pass
through the chamber was a priest, who did not look his way, but hurried on
with noisy cries and oaths and drunken laughter.
Before long the clatter of men's feet was heard outside, and a horse's
hoofs beat on the stones, then thundered on the drawbridge when it was
lowered. Herman and his companion knew what it meant, for the robber
lord and his retainers were on the way to another daring act of piracy.
When they passed the kitchens they, too, were empty. Not a sound was
heard, save what was distant, for the bell was no longer clanging, and every
man within the castle, throwing aside his task, whatever its nature, was
gone, either to take his stand on guard at the drawbridge or above the gate,
or to descend the slope to the river, to deal with the doomed vessel that had
been daring enough to venture past in the dark night hours. She was going
to pay the price of her mad audacity, and the robber lord was there to extort
it to the last penny.
Going along the deserted corridor, Herman and the ranger came to some
steps, down which they went swiftly after Engel had snatched at one of the
few lamps that were hanging on the wall. The steps were black as night, but
with the lamp's aid now they went down and down, until they came to a
sudden stop at a blank wall. But here they saw that on the left were other
steps, breaking off at right angles, and descending they came to a door
studded with nails and sheeted with iron, crossed with bolts and bars.
"'Tis here," whispered Engel. "And here's the key, just as Sprenkel said."
A great key hung on a nail near by the door, and the ranger, taking it
down, thrust it into the lock. When he twisted it, the bolt went back with a
scream which seemed dangerously loud in the quietness of the castle
depths. Herman, meanwhile, was busy, for they both knew well how
precious the moments were, and what they were to do they must do quickly.
He pulled back the bolts and dropped the bars, and, thus free to move, the
door was thrust open into darkness.
"'Tis Herman and a friend. Come at once. We want to get you away
from this robber's castle, and the moments are precious."
Engel stood with the lamp lifted high, to see where the prisoner lay in
this dank dungeon. The uneven floor was full of pools, and the walls ran
with moisture, while, in the momentary silence, before any more was said, a
drop of water fell with a musical note into one of the pools, and made the
broken surface shimmer in the lamplight. Herman's eyes were quick to see
the misery of the place. There were crawling creatures on the floor and the
walls, and dull green moss coated the floor.
That, at first, was all he saw; but presently he saw William Tyndale
kneeling on a spread of damp straw in a corner behind the door.
He was looking their way, uncertain as to those who had come to this
fetid cell; half wondering whether it was reality, or that he was dreaming
that he had really heard Herman's voice. Herman caught the gleam in his
eyes from the lamp's light, and went forward. And still it seemed to the
prisoner such an incredible thing, till Herman was really near him, scuffling
his feet among the straw, and flinging a strong arm about his shoulder,
kissing the cold cheek, and telling him that he and his comrade had been
searching for him, meaning to get him away.
Tyndale put out his manacled hands to grasp those of the young man
who had been tender and loving as a son for the past months.
Herman bent down, and, throwing his strong arms about the kneeling
prisoner, lifted him to his feet; but Tyndale could not stand without the
young man's aid.
"I am very weak," Tyndale said, in a trembling tone. "Since I left your
home I have not touched a morsel of food, and none has been brought to
me."
For the first time they heard the clank of chains, and when Engel
lowered the lamp he saw that Tyndale's feet were in irons.
"Say it not, friend. God can best requite what has been done to me. But
can we not go away, since, as you said, the moments are very precious? I
should feel the stroke of my misfortune in double measure if you met with
trouble in your desire to help me."
The forester looked carefully at Tyndale, at his hands and feet, and then,
to his confusion, saw that there was a chain about his body which fastened
the prisoner to the wall, so that at the farthest he could not get more than a
yard or two across the floor.
"Herman, hold this lamp!" he cried. Then, passing closer to the wall, his
lips shut tightly in his frenzy of determination, he gripped the chain with his
strong hands and strove to wrench away the iron ring at the wall.
It was a task beyond his power, and Herman, understanding his purpose,
set the lamp down on the floor and went to his side, to grip the chain as
well. Then, with their strength combined, they tugged and tugged at what
seemed a hopeless task. They pulled and strained, planting their feet against
the wall, until the veins in their fore-heads seemed to stand out like
whipcord.
"It's coming!" said Engel exultantly. "See! The iron is moving in the
wall. Again! with all your might, Herman! We won't be done!"
The pull was the supreme effort of their strength, and the iron ring broke
open, and the chain was set free, so suddenly that the two men fell
backwards heavily on the floor among the pools.
Scrambling to their feet, scarcely waiting to rub their bruises, they went
forward to where Tyndale sat in his weakness.
"Take up the lamp, Herman," said the forester, "and show the way. Tell
me where the risky places are, so that I take no false step at all."
The castle seemed to be silent, and no sound was heard save that of their
own hurried footsteps in the passage and the faint and occasional clinking
of Tyndale's fetters.
"Make for the secret passage," Engel whispered, panting a little with his
burden after having climbed the treacherous steps so quickly. "Go ahead,
and see whether the way is clear. Put the lantern down, anywhere, for if
anyone saw a moving light it would awaken suspicion, and we don't want to
run the risk of being challenged. If you hear any sound, stand by and see if
it means danger."
Herman blew out the light, and, setting the lantern on the floor in a dark
place, he went forward at a run, on his toes, alert and urgent; but no one
crossed his path. When he peeped into the banqueting-hall it was empty. For
any sound or sight in that dangerous venture the great castle might have
been deserted by everything living except himself and his companions. It
was so wherever he went, and at last he came to the door in the wall.
Roye had drawn it after him, just as closely as he found it, to prevent
suspicion in the mind of a possible passer-by and Herman stood by, without
opening it, waiting for Otto Engel to come up with his burden. He turned
the corner sooner than Herman expected, but in the dim light it was easy to
see that the load he carried was growing heavy, as much almost with
nervous strain as with the actual weight; for this daring enterprise was so
beset with danger that the forester had lived what seemed to be hours of
anxious thought in those brief minutes which passed between the dungeon
and the secret door.
He knew that if they were seen by any of the castle soldiers or servitors,
and caught red-handed, as it were, and with a helpless man in chains, he and
Herman would have a desperate fight to wage against overwhelming odds.
What, he asked himself, as he carried William Tyndale, worn down with
weakness and privation, and feeling him growing heavier with every yard
he covered—what if one of the page-boys or some of the women should be
moving about and, seeing them, run away, screaming out an alarm! Only
God could tell the consequences, and it might well end in death for each of
the three.
The forester was within three or four yards of the place where Herman
was awaiting him, when he caught the gleam of steel in the younger man's
hand, and saw by the light of one of the lamps on the wall that he was
bending forward and gazing along the passage. He went even more softly
than before, and with his intensely quickened hearing he heard the sound of
someone singing—a boyish voice shouting out the robber's song.
Although he had been feeling overborne with his burden, and the
sweatdrops were on his brow, the forester hurried forward. He might have
had no burden in his arms at all, so swiftly did he bound over those last few
yards.
It was not necessary to say so much, for Herman dug his finger nails
into what little edge there was, and pulled the door open, so that he looked
into the dark, forbidding gap. Dark though it was, the forester did not
hesitate, but hurried in.
Waiting for the moment when he could follow, Herman kept his gaze
fixed on the distant end where there was a possible corner which the boy
would turn at any moment. The passage was still empty, although the sound
of stamping feet grew plainer, rattling to the rhythm of the song. The relief
was intense, to know that William Tyndale was carried into the secret way
without being seen. It was now his own turn to enter, and it must be at once.
How much had the boy seen? Herman asked himself, wiping the
dampness from his forehead, for this narrow escape had startled him.
Surely, only the flash of the line of light, for he had entered so speedily,
urged on by the dread of discovery.
"Where are the others, Roye?" he asked, only seeing him, as he turned
his back on the door.
"We're all right," said Engel, and Herman saw him close by in the
passage, and, having set his burden gently on the floor, he was wiping his
face and neck with his cap. "Did anyone see you?"
"No. The boy swung round the corner into the passage, a long way off,
but he could not have seen more than the flash of this lantern across the
floor just as I had stepped in and was pulling the door into its place."
Herman said it bravely, but this experience had tried him greatly, and
now he stood with his back against the wall, in something like helplessness,
and his knees were trembling, while he felt his lips quivering.
They turned their attention to Tyndale, and going on their knees beside
him they sought to discover how much he was in need of help, and what
likelihood there was of getting him away. The man for whom they had
dared so greatly sat on the rocky floor, fettered heavily, his back set against
the wall of rock, and his head bowed so that his chin rested on his bosom.
But his thin hand was lifted to take theirs, while he thanked them for their
splendid service.
Herman held him by the hand, while all three watched him anxiously. In
that uncertain light he looked to them like a dying man, and he seemed to
guess their thoughts.
"I am very weak and ill, Herman," he said quietly; "but you came in
time. I shall not die, but live, for God has brought me out of the depths to
give me the opportunity to complete His work."
Still watching him, they felt that his condition was serious. They saw in
him a man capable of high and prolonged endurance, but the strain of the
past few months, when he was compelled to remain in the house in hiding,
foregoing exercise and recreation, and especially during these last few days,
when he was seeking to get away from his would-be tormentors, had borne
him down, and he had come to the end of his reserve strength. Yet, to their
amazement, he was exultant and confident, and they realised in those
moments of watching that William Tyndale was a man whose character had
been matured in the hardest of all schools, annealed in the furnace, and not
forgetful, although the chains were about his hands and feet, of the Hand
that was strong beyond that of men, and had brought him out of the
dungeon depths.
"Is my wallet all right, Herman?" Tyndale asked anxiously, too weak to
look for himself; too weak, indeed, to lift his hand to feel for the strap
across his breast.
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