There are two men as shiftless and helpless as babes to attend to, and none to help me but old Hanne." "Let men attend to themselves," cried Ysolinde; "that is ever my motto.
They ought to be our servants, not we theirs." It was said smilingly, yet there was bitterness under the words as well.
"But," said Helene, smiling back at her with a fresh directness all her own, "one of the men saved my life and brought me up as his own daughter, and the other is--is Hugo, here." And as she spoke of my father and of me I saw the eyes of the Lady Ysolinde fixed upon her, as it had been to read her inner soul.
"And, by-the-way," she said, at last, after a long pause, "you have heard how this same Master Hugo proposes to himself to escape from the prison-house of this city, for a season to exercise himself in arms, and so in roving adventure fulfil that which is not granted to a maid, his 'wandering years.' He goes (so my father tells me) to the Court of the Prince of Plassenburg, with the promise of a company to command.

And I am glad, for I shall ride thither under his escort.

Indeed, and in truth, my home is far more there than here in Thorn.

But I would fain have a companion of my own sex.

So I have come to beg of you, Mistress Helene, that you will accompany me.