the two Italians, in their motley glittering dresses, already riding down the steep descent that led from the castle. The young German knight continued to gaze after them with surprise and melancholy, till he felt a light touch on his shoulder, and, turning round, beheld Gabrielle in all the splendour of dress and dazzling beauty. If the damsel had already appeared lovely and attractive in her distress on the battle-field, yet now, as a smiling triumphant bride, she was yet more angelic, and indeed surpassed herself. The coronet of jewels that adorned her hair, and the graceful folds of her costly attire, were but foils to the matchless charms of her features, and her every gesture. And in all this pomp and magnificence she yet bowed humbly to Sir Otto, and said,--“Why then is the Knight of Trautwangen so discontented and thoughtful? Is Gabrielle’s hand no adequate compensation for the departure of two fantastic comrades like those who have just left us? Come, our guests are waiting; clear up those clouded looks, and lead me to the banquet-hall.” When Gabrielle pronounced the words, “our guests,” Sir Otto seemed for the first time suddenly awake to the full measure of his good fortunes. He kissed the damsel’s hand, which was courteously offered him; he kissed also her rosy lips; for a kind look said to him that this was not forbidden;--then, full of delight and triumph, such as he had never before known, he led her, leaning on his arm, into the brilliant hall, which was already filled with company.