feet. "Forward!" he roared, in a voice of thunder, and a great
shout went up in answer as he strode clanking down the hall and
out of the open door.

The Baroness covered her face with her hands and wept.

"Never mind, little bird," said old Ursela, the nurse,
soothingly; "he will come back to thee again as he has come back
to thee before."

But the poor young Baroness continued weeping with her face
buried in her hands, because he had not done that thing she had
asked.

A white young face framed in yellow hair looked out into the
courtyard from a window above; but if Baron Conrad of
Drachenhausen saw it from beneath the bars of his shining
helmet, he made no sign.

"Forward" he cried again.

Down thundered the drawbridge, and away they rode with clashing
hoofs and ringing armor through the gray shroud of drilling
rain.

The day had passed and the evening had come, and the Baroness
and her women sat beside a roaring fire. All were chattering and
talking and laughing but two - the fair young Baroness and old
Ursela; the one sat listening, listening, listening, the other
sat with her chin resting in the palm of her hand, silently