He called quickly, and from his tent came a page. To this child he gave a rapid order, and the next minute he was writing a letter to the lady whom he would have stolen. When he had finished, he pressed the hilt of his dagger on the seal, as was the custom of the day.
“Go—sister of mine—fortune be with you!”
As she turned, she saw the knight, Bertram.
She was not afraid of him, but she seemed to know he was her enemy.
“Brother—who is that man?”
“Ah—Bertram! This is the noble friend I told thee of—wherefore dost thou regard him so strangely?”
“At home, in our village church, there is a picture which tells how the Archangel conquered Satan; and methinks I see in this man a resemblance to—”
“The Archangel?”
“No, verily, the other.”
“Ha!—go, sister.”