"A good man and a kindly," so the man said; "he has given us safe horse, fat cow, and a quiet life.

But yet the old was good too.

The true race to reign is ever the anointed Prince." "But then, did not Dietrich, the anointed Prince, harry you?
And worse, let others plunder you?
And that is not the fashion of Prince Karl, usurper though he be!" said the Prince.
"Nay," the honest man would reply, "usurper is he not--a God-sent boon to Plassenburg rather.

We love him, would fight for him, all my six sons and I.Would we not, chickens ?" And the six sons rolled out a thunderous "Aye, fight--marry, that we would!" as they sat, plaiting willow-baskets and mending bows about the fire.
"But, alas! he is cursed with a mad wife, and, after all said and done, he is not of the ancient stock," said the ancient man, shaking his head.
And the Prince answered him as quickly, tapping his brow significantly with his forefinger, "Are not all wives a little touched?
Or are yon passing fortunate in your part of the country?
Faith, we of the city will all come courting to the Tannenwald if you prove better off." "We are even as our neighbors!" cried the yeoman, shrugging his shoulders.

"Maul, my troth, what sayest thou?
Here is a brisk lad that miscalls thy clan." The goodwife came forward, smiling, comely, and large of well-padded bone.
"Which ?" said she, laconically.
The farmer pointed to the Prince.