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
"I got the wine at old Richburg's, my lord," he said; "he had a small
store that escaped the plunderers, and the fowls I got elsewhere.
They had been out in the fields when the raiders came down, and Carl
Schmidt, on his return, gathered a score or two, and these have
multiplied. He lets them run wild, so that should the raiders come
again they may escape as before. He has built himself a shelter of sods
where his house stood. He will bring you two fowls every day so long
as he has any left. He says that to-morrow he will gather a dozen of
them in, and maybe he will be able to add a few eggs to the fowls he
brings. He told me that many of the people have returned. Some have
built shelters in the woods, others, like himself, have established
themselves in rough huts on the spot where their old homes stood, and
have sown small patches of grain. All have been living in hopes of
your return, and there is not a man or boy who will not take up arms as
soon as you give the word."
"I am glad to hear it. Take my thanks to Schmidt and Richburg, and tell
them that I have not come home penniless, and that whether we succeed
or not against this perjured baron they shall have help to rebuild
their houses, and to enable them to live until they can raise crops."
A fire was soon laid, for the yard was strewn with unburned beams which
had fallen from the roofs and sheds. Johann plucked and split open the
fowls, and grilled them over the fire.
"We have done worse than this many a time when we were with the
emperor," Conrad said as they ate their meal. When he had finished he
sat for a long time in deep thought, then he remarked: "We must think
over our plans. So far we have been able to form none. That the castle
had fallen I knew, but I was not aware how absolutely the vassals were
ruined. To-morrow morning we will mount early and ride to a point
where we can have a view of Goldstein. I see now that we cannot hope
to gather a force that could attack the castle, and that if we are to
succeed it must be by some well-devised trick. If I had my sister out
of their hands I could afford to wait, and could go round among my
father's friends, and endeavour to obtain aid from them; though I own I
have no great hopes that many would adventure lives and fortunes in a
quarrel that is not their own.
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