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Updated: June 23, 2025
"'Tis in the burial of the dead that the shoe will pinch first with these burghers of Thorn and among our soldiers at the Wolfsberg. For mass, indeed, they care not a dove's dropping but that the corpse should be carried to a dog's grave, that they cannot away with.
"The Prince none rides like our Karl!" said Jorian, familiarly, under his breath, but proudly withal. "He comes alone!" said I, wonderingly. For indeed Duke Casimir of the Wolfsberg never went ten lances' length from his castle without a small army at his tail. "Even so!" replied Jorian; "it is ever his custom. The officer who follows behind him has his work cut out and basted.
And thus she had the first part of her revenge. And now I must see the Little Playmate. Judge ye whether or no my heart was torn in twain as I went up the long High Street of Thorn, back to the Wolfsberg, alone. For I had compelled Dessauer to return to Bishop Peter's, in order to avert popular suspicion, since our real names and errands were not yet known there.
The old myth of Barbarossa waiting in his cave, his beard grown round and round the stone table on which he leans his sleepy head, which in another form meets us in the Mosel Valley, repeats itself in Wolfsberg, not far from Siegburg, near Bonn.
But deep within the heart of the old Red Tower there was one stronger than Lazy Peg fighting for us. "Fire! Fire!" cried the people in the streets. "The Wolfsberg is on fire!" And so, surely, it was.
Then we made our way up the street by different routes to the Wolfsberg. There was little fighting till we arrived under those vast and gloomy walls. The Black Riders had disappeared within. Those worst tools of grim tyranny had early withdrawn themselves, knowing that small mercy would be shown them by the people if once the Wolfsberg were taken.
"Oppressors of the people, ye come to your reward!" cried many voices. "We will give you your last breakfast of cold, tempered steel!" cried another, from the bowels of the crowd. "To the Wolfsberg ho! Break in the doors! We will have our Saint Helena forth of their cursed prisons!" It was no sooner said than done.
But the orbs which in the maid shone as steadily clear as the depths of the sea, in the father glittered opalescent where he sat in the dusk, like the eyes of Grimalkin cornered by dogs in some gloomy angle of the Wolfsberg wall. As soon as I had set eyes on him I knew that I had to do with a man not with a walking show like my Lord Duke Casimir.
It is sufficient that by evening the dark, frowning mass of the Wolfsberg lay imminent before us, each tower black against the sky. For even the new portions which Casimir had builded were of intention blackened with soot mingled with the plaster and mortar, so that they should be of one piece of grim terror with the rest of the building.
Such were the shouts that hurtled through the streets and were bandied fiercely from man to man, betraying in tone more than in word the intensity of the hatred which existed between the ducal towers of the Wolfsberg and the city which lay beneath them. In my boyish days I had laughed at the assemblies of the Swan the White Wolves and Free Companies.
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