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Updated: October 12, 2025
He looked down, and a rush of unwonted tears came to the eyes of the Prince of Plassenburg. "Ysolinde, I love you!" he made answer, in a broken voice. She smiled, and then looked over his shoulder up at me. "Hugo Gottfried, have I not saved my soul?" she cried. And so passed. There was, however, deadly work yet before the men of Plassenburg.
Only there was no ascetic old man with keen, deep-set eyes and receding forehead to rear his head back from the table as though he would presently strike across it like a serpent from its coil. For the moment the room was empty, but, ere I had time to look around, the curtains moved and the Lady Ysolinde appeared.
"Ysolinde, my dear lady," I said to her, "you are the Prince's and my good master's wife. And if I have stood aloof, it is that I wished that he should have the companionship which one day I desire to find for myself and also that I might always have the right to look straight into my master's eyes." "Now you talk like a silly prating priestling," she said.
Save the maiden Helene from the death of shame, and me from becoming her murderer!" "Ah," she answered, with delicatest meditative inflection, "this is indeed sweet. The mighty is fallen indeed. The proud one is suppliant now. The knee is bent that would not bend. Hearken, you and your puling babe, to the Princess Ysolinde!
"But how will your father do without your company, Lady Ysolinde?" I asked. For it seemed strange that father and daughter should thus part without reason in these disturbed times. She laughed more heartily than I had heard her. "My father has been used to missing me for months at a time, and, moreover, is well resigned also.
I could not but wonder at so much dignity expended upon the daughter of Master Gerard, the lawyer of Thorn. But Ysolinde took their reverence as a matter of course. She did not even speak, but only lifted her right hand with a little casual flirt of the fingers, which said, "Lead on!"
"Plassenburg, said you, my lady?" he inquired. The Lady Ysolinde nodded. "Yes, to Plassenburg, where the Princess has great need of a maid of honor." "Her Highness is often upon her travels, I hear it reported," said my father, "while the Prince keeps himself much at home."
Ysolinde withdrew her eyes gradually from the ink-pool, as if it were a pain to look yet a greater to look away. Then with a quick jerk she threw up her head, and tears were standing in her eyes ready to overflow. But the wetness made them beautiful, like a pebble of bright colors with the dew upon it and shone on by the sunshine of the morning.
He stopped and looked from one to the other of us, and I saw that Ysolinde of the White Gate read his thought. Whereat right suddenly the Little Playmate blushed, and as for me I kept watching the dull gold flash on the spangles of our guest's waist-belt, which was in form like a live serpent, with changeful scales and eyes of ruby red. My father went over to where Helene sat.
For rebounding like a vain, upstart young monkey from my mood of self-depreciation, I must needs hold it for certain that all was within my grasp, and that the Lady Ysolinde expected as much of me, which thing would have wrought my downfall. "Yon ride soon to Plassenburg, I hear," she said, after she had looked at me a long time steadily with the emerald eyes shining upon me.
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