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"But," protested the girl, "would it not be much safer for his Highness to enter the city of Frankfort protected by your army?" The Archbishop laughed a little. "My dear Hildegunde, the presence of Prince Roland causes you to overlook a vast difference in the status of you both, but surely the exercise of a little imagination should present to you the true aspect of affairs.
"'No one, "'Will you undertake charge of the priest, seeing that he communicates with none outside? "'Of a surety, Captain, "'Good. I will pay you well, and that in advance." "This ruffian was never the Prince," interrupted the Countess firmly. "I beg you to listen, Hildegunde, and my next sentence will convince you.
At last her somber hostess rose, and Hildegunde, with a sigh of relief, followed her example. The Archbishop of Cologne gallantly held back the curtain at the doorway, and bowed low when the three ladies passed through.
"In that case," returned the Count, "I also shall fall back on history, and first order brimming tankards of old Caub. Really, Madam," he said, turning to Hildegunde, "we should have had Royalty here to meet you, instead of two old wine-bibbers like his Highness and myself." The girl looked startled at this mention of Royalty, bringing to her mind the turbulent events of yesterday.
"No; I believe they lived happily ever after; but the ascent was so cliff-like that mountain sprites are supposed to have given their assistance." "How much farther is Assmannshausen?" "Less than two leagues. We will stop there and refresh ourselves. Are you tired?" "Oh no; not in the least. I merely wish the ordeal was past." "You are a brave girl, Hildegunde." "I am anything but that, Guardian.
"There is no one in the world to-day but you and me." Hildegunde drew her hands down her cheeks, as if to brush away their tell-tale color and their warmth. "'Tis like," said Roland, "that you marry a poor man." "Nothing matters now," she repeated, laughing tremulously. "I am said to be the richest woman in Germany. I shall build you a forge and enlist myself your apprentice.
Are they coming here?" "The conclave of the Archbishops will be held at Castle Stolzenfels, the Rhine residence of my brother of Treves." "Why is this Court convened?" "That will be explained to you, Hildegunde, by his Highness of Mayence. I did not intend to speak to you about this until later, so I will merely say that there is nothing to fear.
The knight tore himself from the other's arms. "Where is she?" he asked in a hoarse voice, "dead?" Count Heribert looked at him with unspeakable sorrow. "Hildegunde, bride of Roland whom they supposed dead, is now a bride of Heaven." The hero groaned aloud, covering his face with his hands.
If you do not wish to hold the town, use it as a gift to the fortunate man you marry. And now, Hildegunde, this long-postponed advice I wish to press upon your attention, must be given, for we are nearing the ferry to Coblentz, and between that town and Stolzenfels we may have company. Of the three Archbishops you will meet to-day, there is only one of whom you need take account."
Count Heribert, a worthy knight in the flower of his age, bade the nephew of his imperial master heartily welcome to his castle. Far past midnight they stayed in the count's chambers, engaged in entertaining conversation. The next day Count Heribert presented his daughter Hildegunde to the knight. Roland's eyes, full of admiration, rested on the blushing young maiden.
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