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When these two stood up and stretched themselves, the bearers of bread and wine presented them with this refreshment, and after they had partaken of it, Greusel gave them each a bag of gold, which they tied to their belts without a word, while Greusel and Ebearhard waited to escort them to land. "We want our swords," said Kurzbold sullenly. Ebearhard looked at his chief, but he shook his head.
"And now, brethren, I give you a toast." "Good, good, good!" cried Kurzbold, with drunken hilarity. "Here's to the success of the expedition. That's the toast, I make no doubt, eh, Captain?" "The sentiment is included in the toast I shall offer you. Drink to the health of Joseph Greusel, whom I have this morning appointed my lieutenant.
If you are logical men you cannot pass a vote of censure on Kurzbold, and then choose him instead of Roland.
"How could we be drunk, you fool, on little more than a liter of wine each," cried Kurzbold. "Please be more civil in your talk," returned his friend. "You were drunk all day. The liter and a half was a mere nightcap. If you are certain there was a torrent, then I must have been in the same condition as yourself."
"There, we have removed that obstacle to a clear understanding of the case, and before I formally deliver this vote of censure to Herr Kurzbold, I request him to reconsider his position, and of his own motion to make such delivery unnecessary. "If it is the case that Roland assumes authority to expel whom he pleases from this guild, I shall not support him." "It is the case!
If any one in this company holds rancor against me, I ask him to turn it towards the Barons, and punish me after the expedition is accomplished. Let us tolerate no disagreements in face of the foe." The young man took his cloak and sword from the peg on which they hung, passed down along the table, and thrust across his hand to Kurzbold, who shook it warmly.
Command and suggestion are merely words, as you yourself pointed out, saying that they did not matter." "In that, Ebearhard, I was wrong. Words do matter, although Kurzbold wasn't clever enough to correct me. For example, I hold no man in higher esteem than yourself, yet you might use words that would cause me instantly to draw my sword upon you, and fight until one or other of us succumbed."
"Oh, I say, Roland," protested Conrad Kurzbold, "don't mar a jovial evening with a note of tragedy. It's bad art, you know." Kurzbold was one of the three actual sword makers, and had been president of the guild until he gave place to Roland. He was the oldest of the company; an ambitious man, a glib talker, with great influence among his fellows, and a natural leader of them.
It is success we are after, also a portion of that gold of which Herr Kurzbold has pathetically proclaimed his need." "Do you consider us your men-at-arms, then, in the same sense that a Rhine Baron would employ the term?" "Certainly." "You claim the liberty of expelling any one you choose?" "Yes; I claim the liberty to hang any of you if I find it necessary."
"Kurzbold, you are mistaken. I resign command with great pleasure, and, indeed, Greusel and Ebearhard will testify that I had already determined to pass Furstenberg unseen. As my former lieutenants are disarmed, surely the company, with eighteen swords, is not so frightened as to keep them gagged and bound.
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