The Lady Theodora, under
the guard of Sir Gottfried and an attendant, were on their way to
the convent of Nonnenwerth, which many of our readers have seen--the
beautiful Green Island Convent, laved by the bright waters of the Rhine!
"What road did Gottfried take?" asked the Knight of Hombourg, grinding
his teeth.
"You cannot overtake him," said the Margrave. "My good Gottfried, he is
my only comfort now: he is my kinsman, and shall be my heir. He will be
back anon."
"Will he so?" thought Sir Ludwig. "I will ask him a few questions ere he
return." And springing from his couch, he began forthwith to put on
his usual morning dress of complete armor; and, after a hasty ablution,
donned, not his cap of maintenance, but his helmet of battle. He rang
the bell violently.
"A cup of coffee, straight," said he, to the servitor who answered the
summons; "bid the cook pack me a sausage and bread in paper, and the
groom saddle Streithengst; we have far to ride."
The various orders were obeyed. The horse was brought; the refreshments
disposed of; the clattering steps of the departing steed were heard in
the court-yard; but the Margrave took no notice of his friend, and sat,
plunged in silent grief, quite motionless by the empty bedside.
CHAPTER V.
THE TRAITOR'S DOOM.
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