The fellow stooped, and loosening Otto's hold, in spite of his
struggles and cries, carried him to the bench, against which he
held him, whilst the Baron stood above him.

Baron Henry and the other came forth from the cell, carefully
closing the wooden door behind them. At the end of the corridor
the Baron turned, "Let the leech be sent to the boy," said he.
And then he turned and walked away.

Otto lay upon the hard couch in his cell, covered with a shaggy
bear skin. His face was paler and thinner than ever, and dark
rings encircled his blue eyes. He was looking toward the door,
for there was a noise of someone fumbling with the lock without.

Since that dreadful day when Baron Henry had come to his cell,
only two souls had visited Otto. One was the fellow who had come
with the Baron that time; his name, Otto found, was Casper. He
brought the boy his rude meals of bread and meat and water. The
other visitor was the leech or doctor, a thin, weasand little
man, with a kindly, wrinkled face and a gossiping tongue, who,
besides binding wounds, bleeding, and leeching, and
administering his simple remedies to those who were taken sick
in the castle, acted as the Baron's barber.

The Baron had left the key in the lock of the door, so that
these two might enter when they chose, but Otto knew that it was
neither the one nor the other whom he now heard at the door,
working uncertainly with the key, striving to turn it in the
rusty, cumbersome lock. At last the bolts grated back, there was