Kohlhaas was disconcerted.  “But for what cause were you driven from the castle?” he asked.

To this Herse answered, “Something very wrong, Sir,” and wiped the perspiration from his forehead.  “What is done, however, can’t be undone.  I wouldn’t let the horses be worked to death in the fields, and so I said that they were still young and had never been in harness.”

Kohlhaas, trying to hide his perplexity, answered that he had not told the exact truth, as the horses had been in harness for a little while in the early part of the previous spring.  “As you were a sort of guest at the castle,” he continued, “you really might have been obliging once or twice whenever they happened not to have horses enough to get the crops in as fast as they wished.”

“I did so, Sir,” said Herse.  “I thought, as long as they looked so sulky about it, that it wouldn’t hurt the blacks for once, and so on the third afternoon I hitched them in front of the others and brought in three wagon-loads of grain from the fields.”

Kohlhaas, whose heart was thumping, looked down at the ground and said, “They told me nothing about that, Herse!”

Herse assured him that it was so.  “I wasn’t disobliging save in my refusal to harness up the horses again when they had hardly eaten their fill at midday; then too, when the castellan and the steward offered to give me free fodder if I would do it, telling me to pocket the money that you had left with me to pay for feed, I answered that I would do something they didn’t bargain for, turned around, and left them!”

“But surely it was not for that disobliging act that you were driven away from the castle,” said Kohlhaas.

“Mercy, no!” cried the groom.  “It was because of a very wicked crime!  For the horses of two knights who came to the castle were put into the stable for the night and mine were tied to the stable door.  And when I took the blacks from the castellan, who was putting the knights’ horses into my stable, and asked where my animals were to go, he showed me a pigsty built of laths and boards against the castle wall.”

“You mean,” interrupted Kohlhaas, “that it was such a poor shelter for horses that it was more like a pigsty than a stable?”

“It was a pigsty, Sir,” answered Herse; “really and truly a pigsty, with the pigs running in and out; I couldn’t stand upright in it.”

“Perhaps there was no other shelter to be found for the blacks,” Kohlhaas rejoined; “and of course, in a way, the knights’ horses had the right to better quarters.”

“There wasn’t much room,” answered the groom, dropping his voice.  “Counting these two, there were, in all, seven knights lodging at the castle.  If it had been you, you would have had the horses moved closer together.  I said I would try to rent a stable in the village, but the castellan objected that he had to keep the horses under his own eyes and told me not to dare to take them away from the courtyard.”