I must ride and see the place.

I declare I grow rotten and thewless in this dull Plassenburg, where they dare not stick so much as a knife in one another, all for fear of Karl Miller's Son! Since I cannot adventure forth on my own account, I am become a man that wearies for news.

Tell me every part of the affair, concealing nothing.

But if you can, relate even your own share in it as faithfully as becomes a modest youth." So I told him at length all that hath already been told, giving as far as I could the credit to Jorian and Boris, as indeed was only their desert.
Whereupon the tale being finished, the Prince said: "Have the two archers up!" And while the pursuivant had gone for them, the old Councillor leaned across the table and whispered: "Enter Field-Marshal Jorian and General Boris!" But when the archers came in and stood like a pair of kitchen pokers, the Prince ordered them to tell the story.
Jorian turned his head to Boris, and Boris turned his head to Jorian.
They both made a little impatient gesture, which said: "Tell it you!" But neither appeared to be able to speak first.
"Wind them up with a cup of wine apiece!" cried the hearty Prince; "surely that will set one of them off." Two great flagons of wine were handed to Jorian and Boris, and they drank as if one machine had been propelling their internal workings, throwing off the liquor with beautiful unanimity and then bringing their cups to the position of salute as if they had been musketoons at the new French drill.

After which each of them, having finished, gave the little cough of content and appreciation, which among the archers means manners.
But nevertheless the Prince's information with regard to the affair of Erdberg was not increased.
"Go on!" he cried, impatiently, looking at Jorian and Boris sternly.
They were still silent.
"This officer, Captain Hugo Gottfried," said the Prince, looking at me, "tells me that the credit of the preservation of the Princess among the cave folk is due to you two brave men." "He lies!" said Wendish Jorian, with a face like a blank wall.
"Good!" muttered Boris, approvingly.
"He did it himself!" said Boris, adding, after a pause--"with an axe!" "Good!" quoth Jorian.
"He cut a calf's head off!" said Jorian, as a complete explanation of how the preserving of the Princess was effected.
Whereat all laughed, and the Prince more than any.