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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Good!" chorussed both of them together, unanimously slapping their thighs. "Choose one of our horses. He was a good man who gave us them. We wish we had known. We should have asked him for another when we were about it." Nevertheless, I rode back to Plassenburg on the farmer's beast, sadly enough, yet somewhat contented.
And without another spoken word she moved away, and left me in the green pleasaunces of the garden, with my heart riven this way and that, scarce knowing what I did or where I stood. Black, blank, chill, confining night shut us in as Leopold Dessauer and I rode out of Plassenburg. Our horses had been made ready for us at the little water-gate in the lower garden.
It was in shape as of a horseman sitting his steed on the crest of the hill. Instantly I drew my pistol, in which I had become expert. "Your name and business?" cried I to the shape on the hill-side. For, indeed, none had any right to be abroad so near the city of Plassenburg, armed cap-a-pie, at that time of the night.
A bare board and an empty treasury may render a new course of plunder necessary abroad, in order to keep his Dukedom from toppling about his ears at home. After all, 'tis natural enough. But I had thought that he would have had enough of sense to let the borders of Plassenburg alone so long as its Prince lived." "And what, my lord, has befallen?" asked the High Councillor.
"The Prince of Plassenburg has a Princess," I said, "who is often upon her travels?" It was an innocent remark, and, so far as I could see, not one in itself highly humorous. But it broke up the gravity of these red-haired northern bears as if it had been the latest gay sally of the court-fool.
"It is indeed true, my lady," I replied, disappointed at her words, and yet somehow infinitely relieved, "that I ride soon to Plassenburg by the favoring of your father, who has been gracious enough to promise me his interest with the Prince." I saw her lip curl a little with scorn the least tilt of a rose leaf to which the sun has been unkind.
I have, strange as it may seem in one of such humble degree here in the city of Thorn, whom all may consult without fee or reward, a certain influence and place in the councils of the reigning Prince of Plassenburg.
Looking up, I saw the Duke Otho. He had come to make sure of his vengeance the vengeance which I knew well was not his, but that of Ysolinde, Princess of Plassenburg. "Rise, Justicer of the Wolfmark!" said Otho, smiling mockingly upon me like a fiend. I started up and gazed about bewildered as the coming terrors of the morning broke upon me.
"Nay," the honest man would reply, "usurper is he not a God-sent boon to Plassenburg rather. We love him, would fight for him, all my six sons and I. Would we not, chickens?" And the six sons rolled out a thunderous "Aye, fight marry, that we would!" as they sat, plaiting willow-baskets and mending bows about the fire.
Count Cannstadt was an impecunious old-young man, who, chiefly owing to accumulated gaming-debts and a disagreement with Duke Casimir concerning the payment of certain rents and duties, had sought the shelter of the Castle of Plassenburg a refuge which the generous Prince Karl extended to all exiles who were not proven criminals.
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