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'Swearing this, that if we fail, the Baron shall need a leech sooner than a bride. 'That stroke must be mine! The Goshawk griped the muscle of Farina's arm till the youth was compelled to slacken it with pain. 'Could you drive a knife through a six-inch wood-wall? I doubt this wild boar wants a harder hit than many a best man could give. 'Sblood! obey, sirrah.
Leaving the wain in Farina's charge, he pushed through a dense growth of shrub and underwood, and came crouching on a precipitous edge of shrouded crag, which commanded a view of the stronghold, extending round it, as if scooped clean by some natural action, about a stone'sthrow distant, and nearly level with the look-out tower.
It thrilled Farina's fervid love of fatherland to hear the German Satan spoke: but his Latin was good, and his command over that tongue remarkable; for, getting the worst of the argument, as usual, he revenged himself by parodying one of the Church canticles with a point that discomposed his adversary, and caused him to retreat a step, claiming support against such shrewd assault.
Yet, not I! not I! say not, 'twas I did this! Soft praises of melody ascended to them on the moist fragrance of air. It was the hymn of the Sisters. 'How sweet! murmured the Monk. 'Put it from me! away with it! Rising on Farina's back, and stirruping his feet on the thighs of the youth, he cried aloud: 'I charge ye, whoso ye be, sing not this deed before the emperor!
He then informed her of the fears entertained by the Club, sworn to watch over and protect her, regarding Farina's arts. 'And what fear you? said Margarita. 'We fear, sweet mistress, he may be in league with Sathanas, replied Dietrich. 'Truly, then, said Margarita, 'of all the youths in Cologne he is the least like his confederate.
'Now, continued Guy, 'to mount him is the thing; and then after the wolves of Werner as fast as horse-flesh can carry us. No questions! Bound, are you? And what am I? But this is life and death, lad! Hark! The Goshawk whispered something that sucked the blood out of Farina's cheek. 'Look you what's your lockjaw name?
Farina's devotion she knew his tenderness she divined: his courage she had that day witnessed. The young girl no sooner felt that she could love worthily, than she loved with her whole strength. Muffed and remote came the hunting-song under her pillow, and awoke dreamy delicate curves in her fair face, as it thinned but did not banish her dream.
She stared at Werner, and was falling; but Farina's arm clung instantly round her waist. The stranger caught up her laugh, loud and hearty. 'As for who did it, Sir Baron, he cried, is a cheery tone, 'I am the man!
'Swearing this, that if we fail, the Baron shall need a leech sooner than a bride. 'That stroke must be mine! The Goshawk griped the muscle of Farina's arm till the youth was compelled to slacken it with pain. 'Could you drive a knife through a six-inch wood-wall? I doubt this wild boar wants a harder hit than many a best man could give. 'Sblood! obey, sirrah.
Farina repressed an inclination to perform a few of those antics which violent joy excites, and after rushing away and back, determined to give his secret to the stranger. 'Look, said he in a whisper, that opens the private doors of a confidence. But the stranger repeated the same word still more earnestly, and brought Farina's eyes on a couple of dark figures moving under the Cathedral.
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