As thus:  Duke Casimir was collecting a great army, magnificent with cannon and munitions of war.  He was shut up tight in the Wolfsberg, not daring to show his face to his own citizens.  He would appear some fine day before the Palace of Plassenburg and slay every man of us.  He was in a madman’s cell, and Otho von Reuss was Duke of the Mark in his place.

These were only a few of the stories which were brought to regale us daily.  And since there was no certainty anywhere, we were all in the dark concerning the military matters which it behooved us greatly to be acquainted with.  Therefore I was honestly eager for my master’s sake to undertake the perilous journey.  But to tell the whole truth, the fact that I had not had a word from the Little Playmate, not so much as a line of script nor a verbal message since her disappearance, made me more eager to go than the high politics of a dozen provinces.

Since the duel, and the final declaring of my love for Helene, I had seen but little of the Princess.  Indeed, I kept out of her way, so far at least as I could.  And the Lady Ysolinde remained mostly in her own domains—­to which, of late, I had been less and less invited.  Nevertheless, when we met, she was more than kind to me—­gentle, forbearing, pathetic almost in bearing and demeanor, like as a woman wronged, slighted, misconstrued.

Also there was sent to my quarters a new banner for my following, broidered and blazoned in yellow and blue, a saddle-cloth of silk for my horse, fine as a woman’s robe, with a crowned Y faint and small in the corner, lettered in straw-colored gold.  No man could help being touched by such kindly thought, which, after all, is more than mere liberality.

Yet I saw a sight upon her stairs one night which awoke me with a sudden start to the fact that we had one to reckon with in our journeying to the city of Thorn whom we had not as yet taken into consideration.

For it chanced that I was passing up to the Prince’s apartments by the quicker way, through corridors and by stairs to which he had given me private access.  And there, upon the steps leading to the Lady Ysolinde’s rooms, I saw the decent servitor of Master Gerard stand waiting.  He stared as hard at me as I did at him.  But whereas his smooth, silent, secret face remained with me, and I knew him at a glance, it was, I judged, clean impossible that he could know the beardless stripling in the mustached leader of soldiers, walking well-accustomed and unafraid through palaces.

The man had a letter in his hand, and I saw him deliver it to a maid who came to the dividing curtain to take it.

So there was later news from the city of Thorn within the Palace of Plassenburg than we of the Prince’s council of three possessed.  Should I tell our Karl of this encounter?  I thought it might be safer not.  Because the Prince was the last man to attempt to obtain aught from his wife by compulsion, and any question, direct or indirect, might only put her upon her guard.