THE LITTLE PLAYMATE COMES HOME But there was to be no Session in the Hall of Judgment that night.

The great court-yard, roofed with the vault of stars and lit by the moon, was to see all done that remained to be done.

The torches were planted in the iron hold-fasts round about.

The plunder of the captured towns and castles was piled for distribution on the morrow, and no man dared keep back so much as a Brandenburg broad-piece or a handful of Bohemian gulden.

For the fear of the Duke and the Duke's dog-kennels was upon every stout fighting-kerl.