"Here also is another man," thought John.
"You may," said Auersperg shortly, "but let the peasant be sent to the stables, where the other prisoners are kept." Two soldiers were called and they took Picard away.

Julie and Suzanne followed von Arnheim to a stairway, and John was left alone with medievalism.

The man wore no armor, but when only they two stood in the room his feeling that he was back in the Middle Ages was overpowering.
Here was the baron, and here was he, untitled and unknown.
Auersperg glanced at Julie, disappearing up the stairway, and then glanced back at John.

Over his heavy face passed the same slow cruel smile that set all John's nerves to jumping.
"Why have you, an American, come so far to fight against us ?" he asked.
"I didn't come for that purpose.

I was here, visiting, and I was caught in the whirl of the war, an accident, perhaps.