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The monk hurried up the street and into the marketplace, oblivious of the postures and reverences of the people, who stopped to stare at him and his gaunt attendant. As they crossed the square, Schwartz Thier spied Henker Rothhals starting from a wine-stall on horseback, and could not forbear hailing him.
Henker Rothhals and the rest of the troop looked, as they came trotting to the scene, with the coolness of umpires: but they witnessed something other than what Schwartz Thier proposed.
Instead of accepting this challenge, Guy stepped to Werner, and laid his moaning foe length- wise in an easier posture. He then lifted Margarita on the board, and summoned them with cry of 'Free passage! They answered by a sullen shrug and taunt. 'Schwartz Thier! Rothhals! Farina! buckle up, and make ready then, sang Guy. He measured the length, of his sword, and raised it.
This time answers came to his challenge, but not in confirmation. The Baron spoke with a gasping gentleness. 'So you trifle with me? I'm dangerous for that game. Mind you of Blass- Gesell? I made a better beast of him by sending him three-quarters of the road to hell for trial. Bellowing, 'Take that! he discharged a broad blade, hitherto concealed in his right hand, straight at Rothhals.
At the first sound of a hoof, Henker Rothhals seized the rider's bridle-rein, and roared: 'Fair play for a fair bet! leave all to the Thier! The Thier, when he had recovered from his amazement, sought for old Gottlieb to give him a back-hit, as Margarita foresaw that he would.
Rotthals slid a hunting-knife up his wrist, and stepped back from the board. 'Beast! roared the Baron, 'I said I wouldn't shed blood to-night. I spared a traitor, and an enemy 'Look again! said Rothhals; 'will any fellow say he saw nothing there. While all heads, including Werner's, were directed to the aperture which surveyed them, Rothhals tossed his knife to the Goshawk unperceived.
Rotthals slid a hunting-knife up his wrist, and stepped back from the board. 'Beast! roared the Baron, 'I said I wouldn't shed blood to-night. I spared a traitor, and an enemy 'Look again! said Rothhals; 'will any fellow say he saw nothing there. While all heads, including Werner's, were directed to the aperture which surveyed them, Rothhals tossed his knife to the Goshawk unperceived.
Werner's men were well content to let their master fight it out. The words spoken by Henker Rothhals, that the Devil had forsaken him, seemed in their minds confirmed by the weird song which every one present could swear he heard with his ears. 'Let him take his chance, and try his own luck, they said, and shrugged. The battle was between Guy, as Margarita's champion, and Werner.
Instead of accepting this challenge, Guy stepped to Werner, and laid his moaning foe length-wise in an easier posture. He then lifted Margarita on the board, and summoned them with cry of 'Free passage! They answered by a sullen shrug and taunt. 'Schwartz Thier! Rothhals! Farina! buckle up, and make ready then, sang Guy. He measured the length, of his sword, and raised it.
Many a double stamp of the foot was heard, as each had to retire in turn. 'Not at his head so much, he'll bear battering there all night long, said Henker Rothhals in a breathing interval. Knocks had been pretty equally exchanged, but the Baron's head certainly looked the least vulnerable, whereas Guy exhibited several dints that streamed freely.
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