CHAPTER XI.
THE MARTYR OF LOVE.
The archers who had travelled in company with young Otto gave a handsome dinner in compliment to the success of our hero; at which his friend distinguished himself as usual in the eating and drinking department.
Squintoff, the Rowski bowman, declined to attend; so great was the envy of the brute at the youthful hero's superiority.

As for Otto himself, he sat on the right hand of the chairman; but it was remarked that he could not eat.

Gentle reader of my page! thou knowest why full well.

He was too much in love to have any appetite; for though I myself when laboring under that passion, never found my consumption of victuals diminish, yet remember our Otto was a hero of romance, and they NEVER are hungry when they're in love.
The next day, the young gentleman proceeded to enroll himself in the corps of Archers of the Prince of Cleves, and with him came his attached squire, who vowed he never would leave him.

As Otto threw aside his own elegant dress, and donned the livery of the House of Cleves, the noble Childe sighed not a little.