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"I may not go to your uncle's house, Fräulein," answered Max. "I can go safely to the inn. Do not fear for me." Yolanda protested frantically, but Max refused. "Go quickly, then," she said, "and be on your guard at all times. This man who came upon us is Count Calli, the greatest villain in Burgundy. He is a friend of Campo-Basso.
We left Calli at daybreak, before the rest of the guests were astir. I was not altogether satisfied that we had escaped detection; and from the appearance of some of the characters at the supper-table, I thought it possible that an attempt might be made to rob us.
These knights have been arrested to gratify revenge for personal injury received and deserved by this traitorous Count Calli." "It is false," cried Campo-Basso. "It is true pitifully true, my lord," returned Hymbercourt. "This young knight was at the moat bridge near Castleman's House under the Wall talking with a burgher maid, Fräulein Castleman.
"There is the loutish outlander, who boasted before the duke that he would fight me. He is a big callow fellow, and it would be a shame to stick the swine." Max, who understood the Italian language sufficiently to grasp Calli's meaning, flushed angrily, but I touched his arm and he turned his back upon the fellow. Then I spoke in tones that Calli could not fail to hear:
We shall leave Count Calli no excuse to avoid this combat, even if I must tell Your Grace my true rank and station." "This knight," said Hymbercourt, addressing Charles and extending his hand toward Max, "is of birth entitling him to meet in the lists any knight in Burgundy, and I will gladly stand his sponsor."
After three more, one of which is in a superb position at the corner, opposite the Foscari, and the third has a fondamenta and arcade, we come to the great Moro-Lin, now an antiquity store. Another little modest place between narrow calli, and the plain eighteenth-century Grassi confronts us. The Campo of S. Samuele, with its traghetto, church, and charming campanile, now opens out.
Had he been armed he might have killed Calli; that would have prevented this trouble." "I, too, wonder that Sir Max went out unarmed," said Castleman musingly. "Why do you suppose he was so incautious?" "Perhaps that is the custom in Styria. There may be less danger, less treachery, there than in Burgundy," suggested Yolanda. "In Styria!" exclaimed Castleman. "Sir Karl said that he was from Italy.
I will show you, Fräulein Castleman, exactly how so delicate a transaction is conducted by an enterprising gentleman." He insultingly took hold of Yolanda, and, with evident intent to kiss her, tried to lift the veil with which she had hastily covered her face. Max struck the fellow a blow that felled him to the ground, but Calli rose and, drawing his dagger, rushed upon Max.
"How came you to discover they were spies?" asked Hymbercourt. "I watched them, and their actions were suspicious," replied the Italian. "In what respect were they suspicious?" "They went abroad only at night, and one of them was seen near the castle several evenings after dark," responded Calli. "Is that your only evidence against them?" demanded Hymbercourt.
"Does Your Grace mean to ask if I am here in the capacity of a spy, as Calli has charged?" asked Max, lifting his head and looking boldly into the duke's face. "I do not know," said the duke, hesitatingly. "I do not say you are. I do not think you are, but "
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