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the blush of health mantling upon his cheek; that was likewise

adorned with the first down of manhood; and with magnificent golden

ringlets; such as a Rowland might envy; curling over his brow and

his shoulders。  His eyes alternately beamed with the fire of

daring; or melted with the moist glance of benevolence。  Well might

a mother be proud of such a boy。  Well might the brave Ludwig

exclaim; as he clasped the youth to his breast; 〃By St。 Bugo of

Katzenellenbogen; Otto; thou art fit to be one of Coeur de Lion's

grenadiers!〃 and it was the fact: the 〃Childe〃 of Godesberg

measured six feet three。



He was habited for the evening meal in the costly; though simple

attire of the nobleman of the periodand his costume a good deal

resembled that of the old knight whose toilet we have just

described; with the difference of color; however。  The pourpoint

worn by young Otto of Godesberg was of blue; handsomely decorated

with buttons of carved and embossed gold; his haut…de…chausses; or

leggings; were of the stuff of Nanquin; then brought by the Lombard

argosies at an immense price from China。  The neighboring country

of Holland had supplied his wrists and bosom with the most costly

laces; and thus attired; with an opera…hat placed on one side of

his head; ornamented with a single flower; (that brilliant one; the

tulip;) the boy rushed into his godfather's dressing…room; and

warned him that the banquet was ready。



It was indeed: a frown had gathered on the dark brows of the Lady

Theodora; and her bosom heaved with an emotion akin to indignation;

for she feared lest the soups in the refectory and the splendid

fish now smoking there were getting cold: she feared not for

herself; but for her lord's sake。  〃Godesberg;〃 whispered she to

Count Ludwig; as trembling on his arm they descended from the

drawing…room; 〃Godesberg is sadly changed of late。〃



〃By St。 Bugo!〃 said the burly knight; starting; 〃these are the very

words the barber spake。〃



The lady heaved a sigh; and placed herself before the soup…tureen。

For some time the good Knight Ludwig of Hombourg was too much

occupied in ladling out the forced…meat balls and rich calves' head

of which the delicious pottage was formed (in ladling them out; did

we say? ay; marry; and in eating them; too;) to look at his

brother…in…arms at the bottom of the table; where he sat with his

son on his left hand; and the Baron Gottfried on his right。



The Margrave was INDEED changed。  〃By St。 Bugo;〃 whispered Ludwig

to the Countess; your husband is as surly as a bear that hath been

wounded o' the head。〃  Tears falling into her soup…plate were her

only reply。  The soup; the turbot; the haunch of mutton; Count

Ludwig remarked that the Margrave sent all away untasted。



〃The boteler will serve ye with wine; Hombourg;〃 said the Margrave

gloomily from the end of the table: not even an invitation to

drink! how different was this from the old times!



But when in compliance with this order the boteler proceeded to

hand round the mantling vintage of the Cape to the assembled party;

and to fill young Otto's goblet; (which the latter held up with the

eagerness of youth;) the Margrave's rage knew no bounds。  He rushed

at his son; he dashed the wine…cup over his spotless vest: and

giving him three or four heavy blows which would have knocked down

a bonassus; but only caused the young Childe to blush: 〃YOU take

wine!〃 roared out the Margrave; 〃YOU dare to help yourself!  Who

time d…v…l gave YOU leave to help yourself?〃 and the terrible blows

were reiterated over the delicate ears of the boy。



〃Ludwig! Ludwig!〃 shrieked the Margravine。



〃Hold your prate; madam;〃 roared the Prince。  〃By St。 Buffo; mayn't

a father beat his own child?〃



〃HIS OWN CHILD!〃 repeated the Margrave with a burst; almost a

shriek of indescribable agony。  〃Ah; what did I say?〃



Sir Ludwig looked about him in amaze; Sir Gottfried (at the

Margrave's right hand) smiled ghastily; the young Otto was too much

agitated by the recent conflict to wear any expression but that of

extreme discomfiture; but the poor Margravine turned her head aside

and blushed; red almost as the lobster which flanked the turbot

before her。



In those rude old times; 'tis known such table quarrels were by no

means unusual amongst gallant knights; and Ludwig; who had oft seen

the Margrave cast a leg of mutton at an offending servitor; or

empty a sauce…boat in the direction of the Margravine; thought this

was but one of the usual outbreaks of his worthy though irascible

friend; and wisely determined to change the converse。



〃How is my friend;〃 said he; 〃the good knight; Sir Hildebrandt?〃



〃By Saint Buffo; this is too much!〃 screamed the Margrave; and

actually rushed from time room。



〃By Saint Bugo;〃 said his friend; 〃gallant knights; gentle sirs;

what ails my good Lord Margave?〃



〃Perhaps his nose bleeds;〃 said Gottfried; with a sneer。



〃Ah; my kind friend;〃 said the Margravine with uncontrollable

emotion; 〃I fear some of you have passed from the frying…pan into

the fire。〃  And making the signal of departure to the ladies; they

rose and retired to coffee in the drawing…room。



The Margrave presently came back again; somewhat more collected

than he had been。  〃Otto;〃 he said sternly; 〃go join the ladies: it

becomes not a young boy to remain in the company of gallant knights

after dinner。〃  The noble Childe with manifest unwillingness

quitted the room; and the Margrave; taking his lady's place at the

head of the table; whispered to Sir Ludwig; 〃Hildebrandt will be

here to…night to an evening…party; given in honor of your return

from Palestine。  My good friendmy true friendmy old companion

in arms; Sir Gottfried! you had best see that the fiddlers be not

drunk; and that the crumpets be gotten ready。〃  Sir Gottfried;

obsequiously taking his patron's hint; bowed and left the room。



〃You shall know all soon; dear Ludwig;〃 said the Margrave; with a

heart…rending look。  〃You marked Gottfried; who left the room

anon?〃



〃I did。〃



〃You look incredulous concerning his worth; but I tell thee;

Ludwig; that yonder Gottfried is a good fellow; and my fast friend。

Why should he not be!  He is my near relation; heir to my property:

should I〃 (here the Margrave's countenance assumed its former

expression of excruciating agony);〃SHOULD I HAVE NO SON。〃



〃But I never saw the boy in better health;〃 replied Sir Ludwig。



〃Nevertheless;ha! ha!it may chance that I shall soon have no

son。〃



The Margrave had crushed many a cup of wine during dinner; and Sir

Ludwig thought naturally that his gallant friend had drunken rather

deeply。  He proceeded in this respect to imitate him; for the stern

soldier of those days neither shrunk before the Paynim nor the

punch…bowl: and many a rousing night had our crusader enjoyed in

Syria with lion…hearted Richard; with his coadjutor; Godfrey of

Bouillon; nay; with the dauntless Saladin himself。



〃You knew Gottfried in Palestine?〃 asked the Margrave。



〃I did。〃



〃Why did ye not greet him then; as ancient comrades should; with

the warm grasp of friendship?  It is not because Sir Gottfried is

poor?  You know well that he is of race as noble as thine own; my

early friend!〃



〃I care not for his race nor for his poverty;〃 replied the blunt

crusader。  〃What says the Minnesinger?  'Marry; that the rank is

but the stamp of the guinea; the man is the gold。'  And I tell

thee; Karl of Godesberg; that yonder Gottfried is base metal。〃



〃By Saint Buffo; thou beliest him; dear Ludwig。〃



〃By Saint Bugo; dear Karl; I say sooth。  The fellow was known i'

the camp of the crusadersdisreputably known。  Ere he joined us in

Palestine; he had sojourned in Constantinople; and learned the arts

of the Greek。  He is a cogger of dice; I tell theea chanter of

horseflesh。  He won five thousand marks from bluff Richard of

England the night before the sto

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