The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1906-09-15
CHAPTER I.
The Hall Of the Guard


Loud rang the laughter In the hall
Of the men-at-arms at Castle Kerns-
berg. There had come an embassy
from the hereditary Princess of Plass-
enburg, recently established upon the
throne of her ancestors. to the Ouch
ess Joan of Hohenstein, ruler OF that
cluster of hill statelets which is called
collectively Masurenland, and which
includes, besides Hohenstein, the
original Eagles Eyre, Kernswald
also, and Marienfeld.
Above, In the hall of audience. the
ambassador, one Leopold Won Des-
sauer, great lord and most learned
councillor of state. sat alone with the
young duchess. They were eating OF
the baked meats and drinking the
good Rhenish up there. But, after all,
It was much merrier down below with
Werner Won Orseln, Alt Picker, Peter
Balta, and John of Thorn, though
what they ate was mostly but plain
ox-flesh, and their drink the strong
ale native to the hill lands. which Is
called Wendish mead.
Get you down, Captains Jorian and
Boris" the young duchess had com.
manded, looking very handsome and
naughty in the pride Of her twenty
one years, her eight strong castles,
and her two thousand men ready to
rise at her word; "down to the hall,
where my officers send round the was
sail. If they do not treat you well,
cen come up and tell II to me-"
Good" had responded the two SOL
diers Of the Princess of Plassenburg.
turning them about as II they had
been hinged on the same stick, and
starting forward with precisely the
shame stiff hitch from the halt. they
made for the door.
But stay" Joan of Hohenstein had
said ere they reached II, here are a
couple Of rings. My father left me
one or two such. Fit them upon your
fingers and when you return give
them to the maidens Of your choice"
And with their rings upon their lit
tie fingers the two burly captains went
down the narrow stair OF Castle
Kernsberg. Being arrived at the hall
beneath they soon found themselves
the center Of hospitable circle. Gruff.
bearded Wendish men we're these of.
ficers of the young duchess; not a
butterfly youngling nor courtly car
pet knight among them, but men tan
ned like shipmen OF the Baltic, SOL
Yrs mostly who had served under
her father Henry. foraging upon occa-
sion as far as the Mark in one direc-
ton and into Bor-Russia in the other,
men grounded and compacted after
the hearts Of Jorian and Boris.
II was small wonder that among
such congenial society the ex-men-at-
arms found themselves presently very
much at home. Scarcely were they
seated when Jorian began to brag
of the gift the duchess had given him
for the maiden Of his troth.
"And Boris here, that hulking CO.
bold, that Hans Klapper upon the
housetops, had well-nigh spoiled the
Jest; for when her ladyship asked him
a second time in her sweet voice for
the name OF his 'betrothed.' he must
needs lay his tongue to Gretchen
instead OF 'Katrin. as he had done at
the first!"
Werner Won Orseln, the eldest and
gravest OF all, glanced round the full
circle of his mess. Then he looked
back at the two captains of the en-
bassy guard Of Plassenburg with
plying glance.
And you. lied about your sweet.
hearts to the Duchess Joan" he said.
"Ha, ha! Yes! trow yes" quoth
Jorian jovially. "Wine may be dear.