"He sometimes entrusted the standard to me, when it grew too heavy for his powerful arm, because I was the tallest and the strongest of our Nuremberg band.

But, unluckily, I could not render this service long.

A scimitar gashed my head.

The larger part of the little scar is hidden under my hair." "The little scar!" repeated Heinz gaily.

"It was wide enough, at any rate, for the greatest soul to slip through it.