A Soldier's Daughter, and Other StoriesHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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A Soldier's Daughter, and Other Stories
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Adventure stories; Fiction
The little troop broke up at once, and Conrad rode with his sergeant
up to the castle. Dismounting, they entered the courtyard. The tears
came into the young count's eyes as he looked round at the ruins. The
thought of how his father and the household had bidden him farewell,
how his young sister had placed a scarf of her own embroidering over
his shoulders, and had wept freely as she did so, at the thought of
the months that would elapse before she would see him again, for the
moment unmanned him. However, with an effort he roused himself, and
said: "They have not done so much harm as I had feared, Johann; the
stonework has suffered but little, and it is carpenters' work rather
than masons' that will be needed. Timber is cheap, and happily my purse
is well lined with the ransom that Turkish emir I captured paid for his
liberty. Still, that matters nothing at present. So long as Goldstein
stands, Waldensturm will never be rebuilt. The first thing to do is to
look round and see where we had best bestow ourselves and our horses."
There was no difficulty in this; the offices on the ground floor were
strongly arched, and although most of these chambers had been crushed
in by the fall of the floors above, or by the battlements that had been
toppled down upon them, three or four remained intact. The horses were
led into one of them, and the young knight and Johann set to work to
clear another of the debris and rubbish for their own habitation.
"That is better than I had hoped," the former said, when the work was
done. "Now, Johann, we must wait for our supper till the men I charged
to obtain food for ourselves and forage for the horses return. We are
accustomed to hard fare, and it matters not, so that we can obtain
bread and enough of it. More than that we cannot expect, for such of
our vassals as have remained in the neighbourhood must be beggared, as
we have not seen a head of cattle or sheep since we crossed the border
of the estate, and the fields all stood uncultivated."
Two of the men presently returned; one brought some black bread,
another two fowls and a flask of wine.
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