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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Tush!" she said, impetuously; "you speak things empty, vain, the rattling of knuckle-bones in a bladder not live words at all. Think you I have never listened to true men? Do not I, Ysolinde of Plassenburg, know the sound of words that have the heart behind them? I have heard you speak such yourself.
He came down immediately with an attendant. "Fear not," I said, "you will never be called in question for this kindly deed. The Duke Otho is slain, and the army of Prince Karl of Plassenburg is already at the gates." "The Duke is dead!" he gasped. "Who slew him?" "Who but the Hereditary Justicer of the Wolfmark should slay a traitor?" said I, smiling at his astonishment.
An officer of the Black Hussars, fantastically dressed in their church-yard array, with skull and cross-bones slashed in silver across his breast, accosted me. "Hugo Gottfried, son of Gottfried Gottfried, in the name of the Duke Otho and the State of the Wolfmark, I arrest you! Also you, Leopold von Dessauer, Chancellor of the Princedom of Plassenburg.
So, in time, no man saying him nay, Karl Miller's Son became the Prince of Plassenburg, and his seat was more secure upon his throne than that of any legitimate prince for a thousand miles all round about. After the quarrel with Von Reuss, the Prince, for reasons of his own, favored me with a great deal of his society. He was often graciously pleased to talk concerning his early difficulties.
"The crimes of Helene, Princess of Plassenburg, sole daughter of Dietrich, lately Prince thereof guilty of no evil, save that she has been the savior of this people of Thorn and their deliverer in time of pestilence!" The people hushed themselves with astonishment at my words. And then a cry went up. "The Red Axe speaks true she is innocent innocent!"
I was venturing my life in the house of mine enemy, and, at least, it would be no harm if I put a bold face on the matter. He opened the door, and again the same curious perfume was wafted down the passages something that I had never felt either in the Wolfsberg nor yet even in the women's chambers of the Palace of Plassenburg.
The Plassenburg, with Baireuth and Burgundy, and all the possessions of the Counts of Orlamunde, therefore passed into the hands of Burgrave Albert the Handsome. He did not enjoy the inheritance a long time, for, a few years afterward, shortly after he had married the beautiful Countess Beatrice of Hainault, he died very suddenly. His wife was awakened by a loud cry he uttered.
"Do not waste good prayers needlessly," he said; "he will!" And so, with a careless and humorsome wave of his hand to one side, he went down the staircase, and so out into the quadrangle of the Palace. Now how this plan of my Lord Prince's worked in the Palace of Plassenburg I find it difficult to tell without writing myself down a "painted flittermouse," as the Prince expressed it.
"It is not that I love you, Hugo, or that I want you to love me," she said, like one who explains that which is plain already, "except, of course, as your Little Playmate. But I could not bear that you should care about that that woman." It was evident that there were to be stirring times in the Castle of Plassenburg, and that I, Hugo Gottfried, was to have my share of them.
He conducted me to the door of his chamber and gave me his hand again with the same inscrutable smile on his thin face, and his skull-cap pushed farther back than ever over the flat, ophidian brow. "When you have all things ready," he said, "come to me for the letter of introduction, and also for that which may obtain you a worthy outfit for your journeying to Plassenburg.
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