"My compliments to High State's Councillor Dessauer, and ask him to come to me here.

You will find him, I think, in the library." So to the palace sped the boy; and presently, walking stiffly, but with great dignity, came the old man down to us.
"How about the ancestors, the noble men my predecessors ?" cried the Prince, when he saw him; "have you found aught to link the miller of Chemnitz with the Princes of Plassenburg ?" The Councillor smiled, and shook his head gravely.
"Nothing beyond that bit of metal which hangs by your side, Prince Karl," said Dessauer, pointing to his Highness's sword.
The Prince looked down at the strong, unadorned hilt thoughtfully and sighed.
"I would I had another to transmit this sword to, as well as the power to wield it, when I take my place as usurper in the histories of the Princes of Plassenburg." "I trust your Highness may long be spared to us," replied Dessauer, gravely; "but, Prince Karl, in default of an heir to your body (of which there is yet no reason to despair), wherefore may not your Highness devise the realm back to the ancient line ?" "The line of Dietrich is extinct," said the Prince, booking up sharply.
"So says Duke Casimir, hoping to succeed to your shoes, when he could not to your helmet and your sword.

But I have my suspicions and my beliefs.

There is more in the parchments of yonder library than has yet seen the light." Suddenly the Prince recollected me, standing patiently by.
"But we waste time, Dessauer; we can speak of ancestors and successors anon.

I and Hugo Gottfried want you to take up your ancient role.