Have I ever advised you wrong?
Make peace with the young man, your nephew; he is now only the Count von Reuss, but one day he will be Duke Otho.

And if he be rightly guided he may be a brave ruler yet.

But if not, and he gather in his hand the various seditions and confused turbulences in the Dukedom, why, a worse thing may befall." "You advise me," said the Duke, lifting his head and looking at his Justicer, "to recall my nephew and risk all that threatened us ere he fled to the Prince of Plassenburg--Karl, the Miller's Son." Gottfried Gottfried continued to run his thumb to and fro along the edge of the Red Axe.
"Even so," he replied, without raising his head; "give him the command of the Black Riders of the Guard, who, as it is, adore him.

Let him try his 'prentice hand on Bamberg and Reichenan.

And if he offend, why, then it will be time to apply for further advice to this chancellor in the Red Robe, whose face so shines with wisdom." The Duke rose.
"Well, on your head be it!" he said.
"Nay," said my father, "I but advise, it is for you to decide, my Lord.
If Duke Casimir sees a better way of it, why, then the words of his servant are but as the tunes that the east wind whistles through the key-hole." And at the mention of key-holes I imagined that I saw my father's eyes rest on the latchet crevice.