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Updated: May 12, 2025
Time was when I looked love, and I too had shoon, aye, with golden tips to match the armor of honor which the Prince gave me after I had led my first regiment to victory even as the Lady Ysolinde had said. And noble shoes of price they were. And I could make love, too, when I had the chance.
Years ago I rescued him from an evil pack of them and brought him hither. So that is the reason why he cleaves to me." "An excellent reason, my lady," said I, "for any to cleave to you." "Ah," she said, wistfully, "only fools think of Ysolinde in the city of Thorn. Some are afraid and pass by, and the rest are as the dogs that lick the garbage in the streets.
An enclosure had been formed for him by the palace wall, covered with a red hanging, as though my sweetheart's death were a gala sight. And when he had come to the front and arranged his folk, lo! there by his side stood Ysolinde, Princess of Plassenburg, with her father, Master Gerard. They had a place close by the Duke, and Otho ofttimes bent over to confer graciously with his councillor.
I said, bitterly, being certain as that I lived that the paper from which the Duke Otho read had been penned at this very house of the Weiss Thor in which I now sat. Ysolinde reached a slender hand to me, as was often her wont instead of speech. "Be patient to-night," she said; "I am trying hard to do that which is best for myself first, as a woman must in a woman's affairs.
For upon the continuance and fostering of differences the law-men of all nations thrive and eat their bread with honey thereto. As my father often said, "Better the stroke of the Red Axe than that of the scrivener's goose-quill. My solution is kindlier, sooner over, hurts less, and is all the same in the end!" Ysolinde thought a little before she answered me.
For it seemed a strange thing that men so well armed should fear a company of no more than their own numbers, and two of them maids upon palfreys. But Ysolinde said: "It is not, after all, so strange, for over yonder blue hills dwells Joan of the Swordhand, who can lead a foray as well as any man, and once worsted Duke Casimir himself when he beset her castle."
But be glad that I opened the White Gate for yon. I, Ysolinde, your wife, did it for your sake." I put her into her husband's arms. I saw at a glance that there was no hope. She could not live many moments with that lance-thrust through her breast. She looked at him again. "Karl say 'Ysolinde, I love you!" she whispered, almost shyly.
So certain was I of the utter impossibility of the thing, that I laughed a laugh of scorn. And I saw the sound of my voice jar the Lady Ysolinde like a blow on the face. "You do not believe!" she said, standing straight before me. "I do not believe I know!" answered I, curtly enough.
By this time the great oaf had come back to the door of the house, and now stood alternately rubbing his elbow and rear, with an expression ludicrously penitent, at once puzzled and kindly. "Ah, come in with you, will you?" said the man. "Certes, were it not for Mistress Ysolinde, I would set on the little imps of the street to nip you to pieces and eat you raw."
Instinctively I covered as much of my face as I could with my cloak's cape, for indeed I had washed it ere I went forth to see the Lady Ysolinde. "'Tis that you have slipped too much of the Rhenish down thy gullet, old comrade," said I, slapping Peter on the back and getting before him so that he might remark nothing more.
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