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I am also induced to believe that the new Emperor will bestow a title on each of you who desire such honor, so that there can be no question of your right to wear a sword. Greusel, you must receive reports from each of our food scouts, and I shall be glad to know the outcome, if you take the trouble to call upon me any hour after nine o'clock at night, at my old room in Sachsenhausen.
Whatever portion you find me entitled to, place in the keeping of the merchant, Herr Goebel. And now I shall tie four bags to my belt for emergencies." "Are you not coming with us, Roland?" asked Greusel anxiously. "No. Urgent business requires my presence in the neighborhood of Bonn, but I shall meet you in the Kaiser cellar before a month is out."
The Baron told the trembling valet where to find the keys. "Greusel, you and Ebearhard accompany him, and at the first sign of treachery, or any attempt to give an alarm, run him through with your swords. Does your man know where the treasury is?" he continued to the Baron. "Oh, yes, yes!" "How is your gold bestowed?" "In leathern bags." "Good.
They stood there glum and disconcerted, as if the trend of affairs had taken an unexpected turn. "I think," said one, "we had better retire and consult again." This was unanimously agreed to, and once more they disembarked upon the island, and moved forward to their Witenagemot. Still Greusel and Ebearhard said nothing, but watched the men disappear through the trees.
"You you you " he stammered, "are outlaws! You are outlaws from the Hunsruck." "How clever of you, Baron, to recognize us at once. Now you know what to expect. Greusel, unwind the rope I gave you last night. I will show you its purpose." Greusel did as he was requested without comment, but Ebearhard approached closely to his chief, and whispered: "Why resort to violence?
To the Rhine!" cried the impatient host, gathering up their cloaks, and tightening their belts, as the savage does when he is hungry. "To the Rhine, then," said Greusel, springing across the little stream in company with Ebearhard. "You did that very well, Greusel," complimented the latter.
To this diatribe Roland made no reply, and the sixteen, seeing the attitude of their leader, hesitated to raise flagon to lip. The diplomatic Ebearhard seized a measure of wine and approached Roland. "Drink with us, Commander," he said aloud; and then in a whisper, "Greusel and I think you should." "Thank you, comrade," said Roland, taking the flagon from him.
Greusel saw that although Kurzbold talked like the bully he was, the others were rather subdued, and no voice but his was raised in defense of their previous conduct. "There is one thing you must tell us before we can come to a decision," went on Kurzbold. "How much money have you and Ebearhard?" "At midday yesterday I had thirty thalers, and Ebearhard had twenty-five.
The way these pigs acted yesterday was disgraceful, ending up their day with rank mutiny and threats of violence. By the iron Cross, Greusel, he has forsaken this misbegotten lot, and it serves them perfectly right, prating about comradeship and carrying themselves like cut-throats.
They had hoped to spend the night at Wiesbaden, and vociferously proclaimed themselves satisfied with the amount of country already traversed. Their leader said nothing, but left Greusel and Ebearhard to deal with them. He paid for the provisions and the wine, and then, with his cloak loosely over his arm, struck out for the west, as if the declining sun were his goal.
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