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Updated: June 6, 2025
For under the chestnuts strutted, like him in Struwelpeter, as though he were a very king of Ashantee, Sabina's black boy, who had taken to himself a scarlet umbrella, and a great cigar; while after him came, also like them in Struwelpeter, Caspar, bretzel in hand, and Ludwig with his hoop, and all the naughty boys of Bertrich town, hooting and singing in chorus, after the fashion of German children.
The horseman, amazed at the officer's ignorance of heraldry that caused him to inquire as to his quality, answered with some haughtiness: "Messenger of the Archbishop of Treves, I demand instant audience with Count Bertrich."
The Envoy, without further speech, bowed to Count Bertrich and also to the assembled nobles, passed silently out of the hall, once more reaching the courtyard of the castle, where he demanded that his horse be brought to him. "The animal has had but scant time for feeding and rest," said the Captain.
Still, Tom had honour enough in him to be silent on the point, even to Claude. "By the by, have you heard from the wanderers this week?" "I heard from Sabina this morning. Marie is very poorly, I fear. They have been at Kissingen, bathing; and are going to Bertrich: somebody has recommended the baths there." "Bertrich! Where's Bertrich?"
Could the blacksmith have followed the rider into Castle Bertrich, a short distance further up the valley, he would speedily have learned the meaning of the hasty phrase the horseman had flung behind him as he rode past.
"But you shall find them to-morrow, just as well as to-day. They stay at Bertrich for a fortnight more. They have been there now a month, and only left it last week for a pleasure tour, across to the Ahrthal, and so back by Andernach." "Why did they leave Coblentz, then, in such hot haste?" "Ah, the ladies never give reasons.
If the Archbishop keeps Treves as tightly as I shall hold Castle Bertrich, there is little to fear from the invaders." "Am I to return to Treves then with your refusal?" asked the Envoy. "You may return to Treves as best pleases you, so that you rid us of your presence here, where you mar good company."
"In truth," replied the officer, shrugging his shoulders, "there is more drinking than fighting in Castle Bertrich; consequently we do not possess an armourer. If you want blacksmithing done you must betake yourself to armourer Arras in the valley, who will put either horse or armour right for you."
"Very pretty prospect indeed. You're sure you understand that revolver thoroughly?" The Bursch mutters to himself something about English nonchalance, and assures Thurnall that he is competently acquainted with the weapon; as indeed he ought to be; for having never seen one before, he has been talking and thinking of nothing else since they left Bertrich.
"I bear an urgent despatch to you from my Lord the Archbishop of Treves," replied the messenger. "Then down on your knees and present it," cried the Count, beating the table with his flagon. "I am Envoy of his Lordship of Treves," said the messenger, sternly. "You told us that before," shouted the Count; "and now you stand in the hall of Bertrich. Kneel, therefore, to its master."
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