“My good man, what is that ruined stone cross yonder, behind those young oaks?” The guide, a man with fixed stare and stupid mien, turned his head and shook it several times, as he said: “Oh, master, that is the oldest gallows in Norway; holy king Olaf had it built for a judge who made a compact with a robber.” Musdœmon saw by his patron’s face that the guide’s artless words had produced an effect quite contrary to that which he hoped. “It is a curious story,” the guide added; “good Mother Osia told it to me. The robber was ordered to hang the judge.” The poor guide, in his simplicity, did not suppose that the incident with which he meant to entertain his employers was almost an insult to them. Musdœmon stopped him. “That will do,” said he; “we have heard the story before.” “Insolent fellow!” muttered the count, “he has heard the story before. Ah, Musdœmon, you shall pay for your impudence yet.” “Did your Grace speak to me?” obsequiously asked Musdœmon. “I was thinking how I could obtain the Order of the Dannebrog for you. The marriage of my daughter Ulrica and Baron Ordener would be an excellent opportunity.” Musdœmon was profuse in protestations and thanks. “By the way,” added his Grace, “let us talk business. Do you suppose that the temporary recall which we sent him has reached the Mecklenburger?” The reader may remember that the count was in the habit of thus designating General Levin de Knud, who was indeed a native of Mecklenburg. “Let us talk business!” thought the injured Musdœmon; “it seems that my affairs are not ‘business.’ Count,” he replied aloud, “I think that the viceroy’s messenger must be in Throndhjem by this time, and therefore General Levin must be getting ready to start.” The count assumed a kindly tone. “That recall, my dear fellow, was one of your masterstrokes,--one of your best planned and most skilfully executed intrigues.” “The credit belongs as much to your Grace as to me,” replied Musdœmon, careful, as we have already remarked, to mix the count in all his machinations. The master understood this secret desire of his confidant, but chose to seem unconscious of it. He smiled. “My dear private secretary, you are always modest; but nothing can make me depreciate your most eminent services. Elphega’s presence and the Mecklenburger’s absence assure my triumph in Throndhjem. I am now at the head of the province; and if Hans of Iceland accepts the command of the rebels, which I intend to offer him in person, to me will fall, in the eyes of the king, the glory of putting down this distressing insurrection and capturing this terrible brigand.” They were chatting thus in low voices when the guide rode back to them.