This, after some little persuasion, they did.
We waited.

I have since that night fought many easier battles, and bloody battles, too.

Now and then a face would look in momentarily from the great outer door and vanish before any one could put a shot into it.
Next, ere one was aware, an arrow would whistle with a "_Hisst_!" past one's breast-bone and stand quivering, head-covered in the clay.

Vicious things they were, too, steel-pointed and shafted with iron for half their length.
But all waitings come to an end, even that of him who waits on a fair woman's arraying of herself.

Erdberg evidently did not know of the little party down at the Burgomeister's below the pass of the ravine, or, knowing, did not care.