The terror with which she started up at his call bore no favourable testimony to her good conscience, but she had already recovered her bold unconcern when he imperiously demanded to know what had become of lame Kuni.
"Ask the other travellers--the soldiers, the musicians, the monks, for aught I care," was the scornful, irritating answer.

But when Dietel angrily forbade such insolent mockery, she cried jeeringly: "Do you think men don't care for her because she has lost her foot and has that little cough?
You ought to know better.
"Master Dieter has a sweetheart for every finger, though the lower part of his own body isn't quite as handsome as it might be." "On account of my foot ?" the waiter answered spitefully.

"You'll soon find that it knows how to chase.

Besides, the Nuremberg city soldiers will help me in the search.

If you don't tell me at once where the girl went--by St.Eoban, my patron----" Here red-haired Gitta interrupted him in a totally different tone; she and her companions had nothing good to expect from the city soldiers.
In a very humble manner she protested that Kuni was an extraordinarily charitable creature.