The spirit of the crusader was still upon him, and in sight of his beloved, the prize that he had reached but not yet won, he cast aside all thought of danger or failure and awaited the event, whatever it might be, with the supreme confidence of youth.

It is but truth to say that he was happy in those days, filled with a stolen delight, all the sweeter because it was stolen under the very eyes of the medieval baron, lord almost of life and death, who was master there.
He steadily advanced in the good graces of Walther.

No other such industrious and skillful groom had appeared at Zillenstein in many a day, and he rapidly acquired dexterity also with the automobiles.

None could send them spinning with more certainty along the curving mountain roads.

He practiced with diligence because he had a vague premonition that all this knowledge would be of use to him some day.
Pappenheim went away, but returned after four days.