"Choose one of our horses.

He was a good man who gave us them.

We wish we had known.

We should have asked him for another when we were about it." Nevertheless, I rode back to Plassenburg on the farmer's beast, sadly enough, yet somewhat contented.

For Helene was with my father, and far safer, as I judged, than in the palace chambers of Plassenburg, and within striking distance of the Lady Ysolinde.