"Ask, and all I
can do is at your service."
"Ah, sir," cried Christina, her eyes brightening, "there is one most
inestimable service you could render me--to let my uncle, Master
Gottfried, the wood-carver of Ulm, know where I am, and of my state,
and of my children."
Sir Kasimir repeated the name.
"Yes," she said. "There was my home, there was I brought up by my
dear uncle and aunt, till my father bore me away to attend on the
young lady here. It is eighteen months since they had any tidings
from her who was as a daughter to them."
"I will see them myself," said Kasimir; "I know the name. Carved not
Master Gottfried the stall-work at Augsburg?"
"Yes, indeed! In chestnut leaves! And the Misereres all with fairy
tales!" exclaimed Christina. "Oh, sir, thanks indeed! Bear to the
dear, dear uncle and aunt their child's duteous greetings, and tell
them she loves them with all her heart, and prays them to forgive
her, and to pray for her and her little ones! And," she added, "my
uncle may not have learnt how his brother, my father, died by his
lord's side.
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