Navarrete had often heard the Swabian and his work praised, and wore a corselet from his workshop.
The count could tell him a great deal about Ruth.

He acknowledged that he had not sought Adam the Swabian for weapons, but on account of his beautiful daughter.

The girl was slender as a fir-tree! And her face! once seen could never be forgotten.

So might have looked the beautiful Judith, who slew Holophernes, or Queen Zenobia, or chaste Lucretia of Rome! She was now past twenty and in the bloom of her beauty, but cold as glass; and though she liked him on account of his old friendship for Ulrich and the affair in the forest, he was only permitted to look at, not touch her.

She would rejoice when she heard that Ulrich was still alive, and what he had become.