He addresses various speeches of gallantry to her, and grins hideously as he thrusts his disgusting head over her lily shoulder.

But she turns away from him! turns and shudders--ay, as she would at a black dose! Otto stands gazing still, and leaning on his bow.

"What is the prize ?" asks one archer of another.

There are two prizes--a velvet cap, embroidered by the hand of the Princess, and a chain of massive gold, of enormous value.

Both lie on cushions before her.
"I know which I shall choose, when I win the first prize," says a swarthy, savage, and bandy-legged archer, who bears the owl gules on a black shield, the cognizance of the Lord Rowski de Donnerblitz.
"Which, fellow ?" says Otto, turning fiercely upon him.
"The chain, to be sure!" says the leering archer.