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By the way, should you hear of a good doctor for heart-disease, tell me: I have my fears for the poor soul. He stood up, saying, 'Richie, I am not like Jorian, to whom a lodging-house dinner is no dinner, and an irreparable loss, but I must have air. I go forth on a stroll. It was impossible for me to allow it. I stopped him.
"'Tis a simple question 'Hath the Prince of Plassenburg a Princess, and is she not oft ahoo! Boris, prod me with thy lance-shaft hard, to keep me from doing myself an ill turn with this fellow's innocence." "Hold up, Jorian !" answered the long man, promptly pounding him on the back with the butt of his spear. "Hold up, fat Jorian! Let not thy love of mirth do thee any injury.
It was at the entering in of the strange country of the brick-dust that I met Jorian and Boris. They were riding excellent horses, unblown, and in good condition the which, when I asked how they came by such noble steeds, they said that a man gave them to them. "Jorian," said I, sharply, "where have you been?"
By the way, should you hear of a good doctor for heart-disease, tell me: I have my fears for the poor soul. He stood up, saying, 'Richie, I am not like Jorian, to whom a lodging- house dinner is no dinner, and an irreparable loss, but I must have air. I go forth on a stroll. It was impossible for me to allow it. I stopped him.
"Why, what hath happened to you?" she demanded, quickly. "Your fine Von Reuss has proved himself a traitor. He fought a duel with Hugo here all tricked in chain-armor, and when found out he whistled his rascals from the covert to slay us. But we bested him, and he is over the hill, with Jorian and Boris hot after his heel."
"This officer, Captain Hugo Gottfried," said the Prince, looking at me, "tells me that the credit of the preservation of the Princess among the cave folk is due to you two brave men." "He lies!" said Wendish Jorian, with a face like a blank wall. "Good!" muttered Boris, approvingly. "He did it himself!" said Boris, adding, after a pause "with an axe!" "Good!" quoth Jorian.
Then Gerard threw himself on his knees beside her, and she flung her arms round him and wept for joy and pride upon his neck. "Good lad! good lad!" cried the hosier, with some emotion. "I must go and tell the neighbours. Lend me the medal, Gerard; I'll show it my good friend Peter Buyskens; he is ever regaling me with how his son Jorian won the tin mug a shooting at the butts."
Jorian seemed annoyed that he could not excite me to defend my countrywomen; but I had begun to see that there was no necessity for the sanguine to encounter the bilious on their behalf, and was myself inclined to be critical.
For we must have followed Boris and Jorian unquestioningly had they led us into the bowels of the earth, as indeed, at first sight, they seemed to be doing. Then presently we came to a strange place, the like of which I have never seen, save here on the borders of the Mark and the northern Wendish lands.
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