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Updated: June 13, 2025
It was a noble home-coming when we returned to Plassenburg victorious and famous; but also there was mourning deep and solemn for the Princess Ysolinde, who by her sacrifice had wrought such great things for the arms of Plassenburg, and had died in the moment of victory.
She smiled bitterly, and, because the thing she spoke was partly true, I had still nothing to answer her. "Hugo Gottfried," she said, "try to remember if, when we rode to Plassenburg in the pleasant weather of that old spring, you loved this girl whom now you love?" "Aye," said I, "loved her then, even as I love her now."
The Prince of Plassenburg looked round. "Ha!" he said; "this is not well I had forgotten. My orderly ought to have been duly arrayed by this time." "Pardon, my Prince," said I, "but all the apparel I have is upon my sumpter horse, which comes in the train of the Princess." My master looked right and left in his quickly imperious and yet humorous manner.
"'For the sacred Ritterdom of Plassenburg! answered I, 'if it will not cease to burn houses and to ravish and carry off honest men's wives and daughters. "'But you must catch us! quoth Crawlerdom. 'Walls fourteen feet thick! said they. "'Content, cried I; 'there is the more fun in catching you.
But till dusk there came to our aching eyes no better evidence that the lads of Plassenburg were coming to our rescue and to the deliverance of the down-trodden city of Thorn. The soldiers of the garrison were still encamped in the great square. There was also a constant swarming and mustering of men upon the ramparts of the Wolfsberg.
The second man I engaged, and a stanch blade I found him, though fighting for as dirty a cause as ever man crossed swords in. "Halt!" came the voice of command again the voice I knew so well "in the name of the State I bid you cease!" It was the voice of Karl, Prince of Plassenburg. "We must take the rough with the smooth now.
"Faith, when it comes to that, he is as rough-pelted a wolf of the Mark as any of them!" laughed the Prince. The Hirschgasse is a little inn across the river, well known to the wilder blades of Plassenburg. It was on the stroke of seven, and as fine an evening as ever failed to touch the soul of sinful man with a sense of its beauty, that I set out to fight the nephew of Duke Casimir.
All was a mockery, so clear that even the ignorant men of the streets were not deceived. Accusation, evidence, pleadings, condemnation, sentence all were ready before the maid was taken; aye, and, I think, before Duke Casimir was dead. "Also there is no court in the Wolfmark higher than the mockery we have seen to-day. The arms of the soldiers of Plassenburg are our only court of appeal."
For rebounding like a vain, upstart young monkey from my mood of self-depreciation, I must needs hold it for certain that all was within my grasp, and that the Lady Ysolinde expected as much of me, which thing would have wrought my downfall. "Yon ride soon to Plassenburg, I hear," she said, after she had looked at me a long time steadily with the emerald eyes shining upon me.
These I found to be honest lads enough, but of a strangely reserved and taciturn nature, each ever waiting for the other to answer being, like most Wendish men, much averse to questioning and still more stiff as to replying. "You are men of Plassenburg?" I said to the nearest, simply and innocently enough, for the purpose of improving the cordiality of our relations.
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