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Updated: June 5, 2025
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.
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.
Rothhals, and half a dozen others, with a war-cry of curses, spurred their steeds at once to ride him down. They had not reckoned the length and good-will of their antagonist's weapon. Scarce were they in motion, when round it whizzed, grazing the nostrils of their horses with a precision that argued practice in the feat, and unhorsing two, Rothhals among the number.
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.
I began to glorify you. "Schwartz Thier!" says Henker Rothhals to me, "I'll wager you odds you don't have a kiss of that fine girl within twenty minutes, counting from the hand-smack!" Done! was my word, and we clapped our fists together. Now, you see, that's straightforward!
'The youth eyed her an instant, but recovering himself, took a rapid survey, and called to the stranger to follow and help give the young maiden safe conduct home. 'Just then Henker Rothhals bellowed, 'Time's up! He was answered by a chorus of agreement from the troop. They had hitherto patiently acted their parts as spectators, immovable on their horses.
I began to glorify you. "Schwartz Thier!" says Henker Rothhals to me, "I'll wager you odds you don't have a kiss of that fine girl within twenty minutes, counting from the hand-smack!" Done! was my word, and we clapped our fists together. Now, you see, that's straightforward!
He shouted for Henker Rothhals, and again the men opened their ranks mutely, exhibiting the two stretched out in diverse directions, with their feet slanting to a common point. The Baron glared; then caught off his mailed glove, and thrust it between his teeth. A rasping gurgle of oaths was all they heard, and presently surged up, 'Who was it? Margarita's eyes were shut.
'And I'm out of it! fasting like a winter wolf, howled the fellow. He was in the act of addressing himself to an inspection of the wain's contents, when a second flask lifted in air, gave a sop to his curiosity. This flask suffered the fate of the former. 'A Swabian blockhead, aren't you? 'Ay, that country, said the driver. 'May be, Henker Rothhals happens to be with the Baron?
Rascals! roared the Baron, turning on his men, and out poured a mud- spring of filthy oaths and threats, which caused Henker Rothhals, who had opened his eyes, to close them again, as if he had already gone to the place of heat. 'Only lend me thy staff, friend, cried Werner. 'Not I! thwack 'em with your own wood, replied the stranger, and fell back a leg.
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