Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1907-07-04

Plassenburg came nearer they heard
a low growing roar like the distant
sound OF the breakers on the outer
shore at Isle Rugen. 1t rose and fell
as the fitful wind bore it towards
them, but it never entirely ceased.
They dashed through the fords of
the ALA, the three hundred lances of
the Plassenburg Guard gathering
eagerly behind them. Joan led on a
black horse which Conrad had given
her. The two war-captains with one
mind set their steel caps more firmly
on their heads.
They came nearer. A few wreaths
of smoke, hanging over the yet distant
field, told where Russ and Teuton met
in battle array. A solemn, slumberous
reverberatioE heard at intervals split
the DULL general roar apart 1t was
the new cannon which had come from
the Margraf George to help beat back
the common foe. Then they began to
pass limping men hasting cityward,
with fleeing and panic-stricken wretch
es who looked over their shoulders as
if they saw steel flashing at their
backs.
"Kernsberg!" cried Joan, her sword
high in the air, as she set spurs in her
black stallion and swept onward a
good twenty yards before the rush of
the horsemen of Plassenburg.
Joan's quick glance about her for
Conrad told her nothing of his where
abouts. But the two war-captains,
more experienced, perceived that the
Muscovites were already everywhere
victorious. Their wings outfanked
and overlapped the slender array of
CORTLAND. Only about the cannon and
on the far right did any seem to be
making a stand.
"There!" cried Jorian, COUGHING his
lance, there by the cannon is where
we will get our bellyful of fighting"
He pointed where, amid confusion
of fighting men, wounded and strug-
Cling horses, and the great black tubes
of the Margraf's cannon, they saw the
sturdy form of Werner Won Orseln.
grown larger through s~e smoke and
dusty smother, bestriding the body of
a fallen knight He fought as one
fights a swarm of angry bees, striking
every way with a desperate courage.
The charging squadrons of Plassen-
burg divided to pass right and left of
the cannon Joan first of all, with
her sword lifted and crying not Kerns-
berg now, but Conrad! Conrad"
drove straight into the heart of the
COssack swarm. At the trampling of
the horses feet the Muscovites lifted
their eyes. They had been too iutent
to kill to waste thought on any pos
sible succor
Joan felt herself strike right and
left. Her heart was crazed within her
so that she set spurs in her steed and
rode him forwards plunging and furi-
Gus. Then a blowing wisp of white
plume was swept aside, and through a
helmet (broken as a nut is cracked
and falls apart) Joan saw the fair
head of her Prince. A trickle of
blood wetted a clinging curl on his
forehead and stole down his pale
cheek. Werner Won Orseln, begrimed
and drunken with battle, bestrode the
body of Prince Conrad Foaming in
his battle anger, the ancient war
captain would have struck down his
mistress. For he saw all things red,
and his heart was bitter within him.
With all the power that was in her,
right and left Joan smote to clear her
way to him, praying that if she could
not save him she might at least die
with him.
But by this time Captains Boris and
Jorian, leaving their horsemen to ride
at the second line, had wheeled and