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Max, eager to exhibit his hawk to Yolanda, proposed that we ride directly to Castleman's house. While we were crossing the Cologne bridge we saw the duke's party enter the castle by the Postern, and as we turned a corner toward Castleman's the ladies looked in our direction and the gentlemen lifted their caps. "Yolanda will be delighted when she sees my hawk," said Max.
I could hardly believe that it was the radiant, bedimpled, pouting face I had just seen at Castleman's, and for the first time in all my experience I realized that I was face to face with a dual personality. The transformation was so complete that I might easily have been duped had I not known beyond peradventure the identity of Yolanda and Mary.
They were Swiss lads, and could not take themselves out of Burgundy fast enough to keep pace with their desires. Notwithstanding Castleman's admonition, Max determined to remain in Peronne; not for the sake of Mary the princess, but for the smile of Yolanda the burgher girl. I well knew that opposition would avail nothing, and was quite willing to be led by the unseen hand of fate.
She took the missive, the ink, and the quill to her parlor in Darius Tower, and hurried to Castleman's house. How she got there I will soon tell you. She found Twonette sewing, and hastily explained her wishes. "Run, Twonette, to The Mitre, and fetch me Sir Karl. I don't want Sir Max to know that I am sending.
Thereupon Yolanda left the room pouting, and we took our departure, having promised to return to Castleman's after dinner. We went at once to the castle; and thirty minutes after leaving Castleman's we were in the small parlor or talking room of Duchess Margaret, where the famous letter to the king of France had been signed by Duke Charles.
Max and I hitched our horses, and when Castleman's front door opened, lo! there stood Yolanda. Never in all my life have I taken such a fall. Somewhat out of breath, Yolanda exclaimed: "Ah, Sir Max and Sir Karl, I saw you coming and ran to give you welcome." She was in an ecstasy of glee, strangely out of proportion to the event, and there was a look of triumph in her eyes.
On the morning of the fourth day after the trial by combat, Yolanda made her appearance at Castleman's, looking pale and large-eyed. Max and I had walked down to the House under the Wall before going to dine with the duke. Soon after we were seated Twonette left, and within five minutes Yolanda came suddenly upon us in the long parlor. She ran to Max, grasping both his hands.
During the time that Castleman was buying his silks, the members of our little party grew rapidly in friendship. In culture, education, and refinement, the Castlemans were far above any burghers I had ever known. Franz and his wife, though good, simple people, were not at all in Castleman's class. They felt their inferiority, and did not go abroad with us, though we supped daily with them.
The stairway explained to me all the strange occurrences relating to Yolanda's appearances and disappearances at Castleman's house, and it will do the same for you. After we had climbed until I felt that surely we must be among the clouds, I said: "Yolanda, you must be leading me to heaven." "I should like to do that, Sir Karl," she responded, laughing softly.
Yolanda might be the love-daughter of Charles of Burgundy. Many explanations might be given to Castleman's remarks; but I could not help believing that Yolanda was the far-famed Burgundian princess.
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