For indeed I was somewhat awed to think that thus early in my new career I had embroiled myself with the nephew of Duke Casimir, even though, like myself, he was in exile and dependent upon, the liberality of Prince Karl.
But, since he did not speak, I made bold to say: "Sire, the Count von Reuss taunted me with wearing a borrowed coat, and called me a servitor, because by birth I am the son of the Hereditary Executioner of the Wolfmark.

So I told him I was an officer of your household, and that my sword was much at his service." "So you are," cried the Prince--"so you are--a servitor! So is he--young fools both! And as for being son of the Hereditary Executioner, it is throughout all our German land an honorable office.

Once I was assistant executioner myself, and wished with all my heart that I had been principal, and so pocketed the guilders.

No more of this folly, Von Reuss.

I am ashamed of you, and to a new-comer! Hear ye, sir, I will not have it! I will e'en resume my old trade and do a little justicing on my own account.