The marvel is that she lived at all."
"Our Christina is not beautiful, we know," added her uncle,
reassuringly taking her hand; "but she is a good and meek maiden."
"Well, well," returned the Lanzknecht, "she will answer the purpose
well enough, or better than if she were fair enough to set all our
fellows together by the ears for her. Camilla, I say--no, what's her
name, Christina?--put up thy gear and be ready to start with me to-
morrow morning for Adlerstein."
"For Adlerstein?" re-echoed the housemother, in a tone of horrified
dismay; and Christina would have dropped on the floor but for her
uncle's sustaining hand, and the cheering glance with which he met
her imploring look.
"Let us come up to the gallery, and understand what you desire,
brother," said Master Gottfried, gravely. "Fill the cup of greeting,
Hans. Your followers shall be entertained in the hall," he added.
"Ay, ay," quoth Hugh, "I will show you reason over a goblet of the
old Rosenburg. Is it all gone yet, brother Goetz? No? I reckon
there would not be the scouring of a glass left of it in a week if it
were at Adlerstein.
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