"But the King thinks so; Stephen, have you remarked, among my sister Osra's ladies, a certain dark lady, with black hair and eyes? I cannot describe her eyes." "But you can tell me her name, sir," suggested Stephen, who was a practical man. "Her name? Oh, her name is Hilda--Hilda von Lauengram." "Aye, I know the Countess Hilda. I have made a bracelet for her." "She is the most beautiful creature alive!" cried Prince Henry, in a sudden rapture and so loudly (being carried away by his passion) that the girls heard him and wondered of whom he spoke with so great an enthusiasm. "To those to whom she seems such," observed Stephen. "But, pray, how am I concerned in all this, sir?" The Prince's smile grew more bitter as he answered: "Why, you are to marry her. It was an idle suggestion of Osra's, made in jest; my father is pleased to approve of it in earnest." Then he bent in his saddle and went on in a hurried urgent whisper: "I love her better than my life, Stephen--better than heaven; and my faith and word are pledged to her; and last night I was to have fled with her--for I knew better than to face the old Lion--but Osra found her making preparations and we were discovered. Then Osra was scornful, and the King mad, and Rudolf laughed; and when they talked of what was to be done to her, Osra came in with her laughing suggestion. It caught the King's angry fancy, and he swore that it should be so. And, since the Archbishop is away, he has bidden the Bishop of Modenstein be at the palace at twelve to-day, and you will be brought there also, and you will be married to her. But, by heavens, I'll have your blood if you are!" With this sudden outbreak of fury the Prince ended. Yet a moment later, he put out his hand to the smith, saying: "It's not your fault, man." "That's true enough," said the smith; "for I have no desire to marry her; and it is not fitting that a lady of her birth should mate with a smith; she is of a great house, and she would hate and despise me."