Eva was soon standing beside her godfather's big bay, and while patting the smooth neck of the splendid animal he said hurriedly, in a low tone: "It's fortunate that it happened so.

You can break it gradually to your sister, child.

To-night Summon up your courage, for there are things which even a man--To make the story short, then: Tonight Wolff Eysvogel and young Vorchtel quarreled, or rather Ulrich irritated your Wolff so cruelly that he drew his sword--" "Wolff!" shrieked Eva, whose hand had already dropped from the horse.
"Wolff! He is so terribly strong, and if he drew his sword in anger----" "He dealt his foe one powerful thrust," replied the imperial magistrate with an expressive gesture.

"The sword pierced him through.

But I must go on Only this one thing more: Ulrich was borne back to his parents as a corpse.