Hers he must secure.

To press even one kiss on her scarlet lips seemed to him worth the risk of life.

When he had stilled this fervent longing he could ride with her colour on helm and shield from tourney to tourney, and break a lance for her in every land through which he passed with the Emperor.

What would happen afterwards let the saints decide.

As usual, Biberli was his confidant, and declared himself ready to use Katterle's services in his master's behalf.
He had his own designs in doing this.