Ah! what a pang shot through the heart of Helen, as she thought that those lovely ringlets must be shorn from that beautiful head! Otto's mind was, too, in commotion.

His feelings as a gentleman--let us add, his pride as a man--for who is not, let us ask, proud of a good head of hair ?--waged war within his soul.

He expostulated with the Prince.

"It was never in my contemplation," he said, "on taking service, to undergo the operation of hair-cutting." "Thou art free to go or stay, Sir Archer," said the Prince pettishly.
"I will have no churls imitating noblemen in my service: I will bandy no conditions with archers of my guard." "My resolve is taken," said Otto, irritated too in his turn.
"I will.

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