"I have not a friend in all the realm of the Mark besides yourself.

And there is none of all that take my bounty or eat my bread that is sorry for me.

See here," he said, querulously, "twice have I been stricken at to-day--once a tile fell from a roof and dinted the crown of my helmet, and the second time a young man struck at my breast with a dagger." "Did he wound you, Duke Casimir ?" asked my father, speaking for the first time, but in a strangely easy and equal voice, not with the distance and deference which he showed to his lord in public.
"Nay, Gottfried," replied Duke Casimir; "but he bruised my shirt of mail into my breast." And I heard plainly enough the clinking of the rings of chain-armor as the Duke showed his hurt to my father.

Presently I heard his voice again.
"And the Bishop has touched me in a new place," he said.

"He declares that he will lay his interdict upon me and my people--ill enough to hold in hand as they are even now.