THE GREAT CASTLE John himself the next morning saw the departure of Prince Karl of Auersperg and his suite, and it was not altogether chance that brought it about.

He was aroused as the other sleepers were by the waiters who were preparing the room for the day.

The Inn of the Golden Lion was doing a rushing business in a town full of German troops, who ate well and drank well and who paid.
His night's rest was refreshing to both mind and body, and, after a good breakfast, he went once more toward the hotel which was frequented by the highborn and the very highborn.

He had no plan in mind, but he knew that the magnet drawing him was Julie.
The morning was clear and cold, the streets slippery, but vivid with life, mostly military.

He carried his knapsack full of food, and his blankets in a pack on his back, which his passport showed to be his right as a peasant trading in horses, and returning from the front to his home for a fresh supply.