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Nonsense, Twonette, if we are to journey to Peronne with these gentlemen, our acquaintance with them cannot begin too soon. Come, Sir Karl, and and bring your young friend, Sir Maximilian." It was clear to my mind that, without my young friend, Sir Maximilian, I should not have had the invitation.
Twonette ran as rapidly as her feet could take her to seek refuge with the mules, but Yolanda, with flashing eyes, declared: "I will remain here." I felt that an apology was due to this burgher girl. "I will gladly apologize later, Fräulein, but now I have only time to beg that you will conceal yourself. These men probably are robbers.
Yolanda turned to Max with a soft laugh of satisfaction, settled her skirts about her, as a pleased woman is apt to do, and said contentedly: "There, now!" "Fräulein, you are very kind to me," said Max. "Yes yes, I am, Sir Max," she responded, beaming on him. "Now, tell me what you and Twonette have been talking about." "You," answered Max. A laugh gurgled in her throat as she asked: "What else?"
"You cannot occupy it all," she retorted, looking roguishly up to me. "No," I responded, "we are occupying this part of the earth at present, but we hope soon to occupy Burgundy." "Please leave a small patch of that fair land for Twonette and me," she answered, in mock entreaty. After a short pause she continued: "It seems easier for you to ask questions than to answer them."
With all my knowledge of the girl I did not know her strength. We reached Peronne during the afternoon and, of course, went early the same evening to Castleman's. We were greeted heartily by the good burgher, his wife, and his daughter. Twonette courtesied to Max, but when she came to me, this serene young goddess of pink and white offered me her cheek to kiss.
The mortar has fallen away, and it was here that I spoke to you and told you not to fear." Here was another supernatural marvel all too easily explained. That evening after supper Max and I walked over to Castleman's. The evening was cool, and we were sitting in the great parlor talking with Castleman and Twonette when Yolanda entered.
"You shall wear the duke's own color, purple, if you will hold your tongue about worthless matters and tell your father what I want," cried Yolanda, impetuously thrusting Twonette toward Castleman. "You tell him your own wants," answered Twonette, pouting. "Then perhaps his own daughter may have his ear for a moment or two." Yolanda laughed at Twonette's display of ill-temper.
Twonette and her father had gone to the lists when we reached the House under the Wall, but Yolanda and Frau Kate were awaiting us. There was a brief greeting and a hurried parting tearful on Yolanda's part. Then we rode around to the Postern and entered the courtyard of the castle.
Castleman plied his knife industriously; Yolanda nibbled at a piece of meat between her dainty fingers, and Twonette gazed serenely out of the open window. Yolanda's words and Castleman's constraint filled me with wonder. There was to me a mystery about this little beauty that had not been touched on by my friend from Peronne. I hoped to gain information on the point by inducing Yolanda to talk.
Still, she held Max at a respectful distance. In fact, this Yolanda handled us all as a juggler tosses his balls. Max must not be too attentive to her, and he must not be at all attentive to Twonette. In this arrangement Twonette acquiesced. She would not dare to lift her eyes to one upon whom Yolanda was looking! Here was illustrated the complete supremacy of mind over matter.
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