THE RED AXE IS LEFT ALONE Gottfried Gottfried bowed to the guest of his house with the noble manner which comes to every serious-minded man who deals habitually in the high matters of life and death.

I made his introductions to the Lady Ysolinde, and as readily and gracefully he returned his acknowledgments.

For the rest I allowed Master Gerard's daughter to develop her own projects to him, which, indeed, she was no long time in doing.
As she proceeded I saw my father change color and become as to his face almost as white as the Friesland cloth in which he was dressed.
Presently, however, as if struck with the sound of a well-known name, he looked up quickly.
"Plassenburg, said you, my lady ?" he inquired.
The Lady Ysolinde nodded.
"Yes, to Plassenburg, where the Princess has great need of a maid of honor." "Her Highness is often upon her travels, I hear it reported," said my father, "while the Prince keeps himself much at home." "He esteems his armies more than all the marvels of strange countries," replied Ysolinde, "and thus he holds the land and folk in great quiet." "And your father, Master Gerard, would have my son engage with this Prince Karl for a space.

Well, I think it may be good for the lad.

For I know well that the shadow of the Red Tower stalks after him through this city of Thorn, and there is no need that he should lie down under it too soon.