The next morning we dismissed our squires, fearing they might talk.

We paid the men, gave them each a horse, and saw them well on their road back to Switzerland.
They were Swiss lads, and could not take themselves out of Burgundy fast enough to keep pace with their desires.
Notwithstanding Castleman's admonition, Max determined to remain in Peronne; not for the sake of Mary the princess, but for the smile of Yolanda the burgher girl.

I well knew that opposition would avail nothing, and was quite willing to be led by the unseen hand of fate.
The evening of the second day after our arrival I walked out at dusk and by accident met my friend, the Sieur d'Hymbercourt.

He it was to whom my letters concerning Max had been written, and who had been responsible for the offer of Mary's hand.

He recognized me before I could avoid him, so I offered my hand and he gave me kindly welcome.
"By what good fortune are you here, Sir Karl ?" he asked.
"I cannot tell," I answered, "whether it be good or evil fortune that brings me.