Lenora had trimmed his hat and shoes with the greatest taste, helped him to furbish up the bells, and provided him with many little comforts. As soon as he saw he was recognised by acquaintance, his self-importance increased ten-fold. He attitudinized, strutted, and flourished his staff, till he made, as Giuseppe contemptuously observed, quite an ape of himself. Hofer, pitying him more than he deserved for the inglorious life he was going to lead, spoke a few kind words to him, and the priests gave him their blessings. There is, or was, a good old inn, in the quaint little old-fashioned town of Rattenberg. In the best room of this inn, the three barons were already awaiting the Tyrolese, and chafing a little at their not having arrived first. "Here they come at last," muttered Baron Hauser; "four of them, and we have only ordered covers for six." "Who is the fourth?" said Baron Hormayr, looking up from his papers; "Teimer, perhaps." "No; two Capuchins, Hofer, and a tall, swarthy youth--" "Oh, Eisenstecken--I forgot the second Capuchin--he may be of use, but he is not equal to Father Joachim. Well, Hofer, here at last, man!" "The Inn was turbid, baron, and the bridges broken." "Ha! how did you ford it?" "On stilts." "Ha, ha! that made you late, I suppose." "And wet, too," said Father Joachim, shaking his gown. "Ha, ha! Capuchins on stilts! The idea is amusing." "I don't know what to say to that," said Father Peter bluntly, "unless you find amusement in the discomfort of your fellow-creatures." "Pardon, good father. Hungry men are apt to be captious, and I feared our fish would be spoilt; here it comes,--let us hope for the best." Father Joachim said grace, and they fed like hungry men as much as heroes. After the dishes were removed, which was not in less than an hour, they began to talk of business. "We want a map," said Baron Taxis; "Hauser, have you one?" Hauser produced a map, but it was too small, and proved to be incorrect. Hofer eyed it with contempt. "I can draw a better map than that," said he, dipping his finger in his glass, and making various small slops on the table. "This is Hobranz, and this is Kempten; here are our men of the Vorarlberg, and here the Bavarians." "You have made Kempten too large in proportion to Hobranz," said Baron Hauser, superciliously. "The position is the question, not the size," said Hofer; which was so undeniably the case, that the baron did not reply to it. "Well then, here is Fuessen," said Hormayr. "The men of Vorarlberg must try to effect a junction with Teimer somewhere hereabouts; and Major Dietrich, advancing by Ettal, will assist the communication; while you, Taxis, will advance towards Clagenfurt; and Leinengen towards Trent. We shall muster little short of thirty thousand men, regulars and Tyrolese; and if this movement succeeds, my judgment is, that it will lead to the entire liberation of the Tyrol."