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His sneering manner towards her sister had filled her with disgust and indignation, and he had, in those days, been equally contemptuous towards herself besides which she was aware of his share in her capture by Balchenburg, and whispers had not respected the manner in which his silence had fostered the slanders that had broken Margaret's heart. 'I would sooner wed a viper! she said.
Petronelle, 'Only, de grace, tell us where we are, and who this seigneur is, and what he wants with us poor women. 'This is the Castle of Balchenburg, was the reply; 'the seigneur is the Baron thereof. For the next' she shrugged her shoulders 'it must be one of Baron Rudiger's ventures. But I must go and fetch the ladies some supper. Ah! the demoiselle surely needs it.
Yet so soon as Sir Patrick Drummond had overtaken him at Epinal, he had turned back to Nanci, and it was in consequence of what he there heard that he had set forth to bring the robbers of Balchenburg to reason.
There could be no doubt that this was the prison of the princesses, and the character of the Barons of Balchenburg was only too well known to the good Franciscans. 'Soevi et feroces, said the Prior to George, for Latin had turned out to be the most available medium of communication. Spite of Scott's averment in the mouth of George's grandson, Bell the Cat, that
To him there was no difficulty in accepting thankfully what some would have regarded as an aggression on the part of the Duke of Alsace, and though old Balchenburg, when led up before him, seemed bent upon aggravating him. 'Ha! Sir King, so a young German and a wild Scot have done what you, with all your kingdoms, have never had the wit to do.
'Fasting will not mend the temper of Hans of Schlingen and Michel au Bec rouge. 'Or till Banget descends on him for meddling on Lorraine ground, added old Balchenburg. 'Eat, lady, he added to Jean; 'your meals are not so large that they will make much odds to our stores. We have corn and beer enough to starve out those greedy knaves outside!
The first civilities were passing between them, when a tall figure, his red hair crossed by a bandage, his ruddy face paled, his steps faltering, came stumbling forward to the porch, crying, in his wonderful dialect between Latin and French, 'Sire, Domine Dux! Justitia! You loved the Lady Eleanor. Free her! They are prisoners to latroni un routier sceleratissimo reiver Balchenburg!
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