"
"Ach, I had not told you, mother! I have the Court Secretary's
answer this day about that command in the Kaisar's guards that my
dear old master had promised to his godson."
"Another put-off with Flemish courtesy, I see by thy face, Ebbo."
"Not quite that, mother. The command is ready for the Baron
Friedmund Maximilianus von Adlerstein Wildschloss, and all the rest
of it, on the understanding that he has been bred up free from all
taint of the new doctrine."
"New? Nay, it is the oldest of all doctrine."
"Even so. As I ever said, Dr. Luther hath been setting forth in
greater clearness and fulness what our blessed Friedel and I learnt
at your knee, and my young ones have learnt from babyhood of the true
Catholic doctrine. Yet I may not call my son's faith such as the
Kaisar's Spanish conscience-keepers would have it, and so the boy
must e'en tarry at home till there be work for his stout arm to do."
"He seems little disappointed. His laugh comes ringing the loudest
of all."
"The Junker is more of a boy at two-and-twenty than I ever recollect
myself! He lacks not sense nor wit, but a fray or a feast, a chase
or a dance, seem to suffice him at an age when I had long been
dwelling on matters of moment.
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