Wax-candles burning bright on the mantel, flowers in china vases, every variety of soap, and a flask of the precious essence manufactured at the neighboring city of Cologne, were displayed on his toilet-table; a cheering fire "crackled on the hearth," and showed that the good knight's coming had been looked and cared for.

The serving-maidens, bringing him hot water for his ablutions, smiling asked, "Would he have his couch warmed at eve ?" One might have been sure from their blushes that the tough old soldier made an arch reply.

The family tonsor came to know whether the noble Count had need of his skill.

"By Saint Bugo," said the knight, as seated in an easy settle by the fire, the tonsor rid his chin of its stubby growth, and lightly passed the tongs and pomatum through "the sable silver" of his hair,--"By Saint Bugo, this is better than my dungeon at Grand Cairo.
How is my godson Otto, master barber; and the lady countess, his mother; and the noble Count Karl, my dear brother-in-arms ?" "They are well," said the tonsor, with a sigh.
"By Saint Bugo, I'm glad on't; but why that sigh ?" "Things are not as they have been with my good lord," answered the hairdresser, "ever since Count Gottfried's arrival." "He here!" roared Sir Ludwig.

"Good never came where Gottfried was!" and the while he donned a pair of silken hose, that showed admirably the proportions of his lower limbs, and exchanged his coat of mail for the spotless vest and black surcoat collared with velvet of Genoa, which was the fitting costume for "knight in ladye's bower," the knight entered into a conversation with the barber, who explained to him, with the usual garrulousness of his tribe, what was the present position of the noble family of Godesberg.
This will be narrated in the next chapter..