to me, and ask what you will in return for it."
"There is nothing," said he, very low, and looking away from her, "that I would take in exchange for it."
"A foolish man or only a foolish speech?" she asked as lightly as she could, with one fleeting glance at his face.
"A foolish man, madame, it may be, but a true speech," and he bent bareheaded in his saddle and raised her hand to his lips. And, still bareheaded, he turned away and rode back at a canter into the forest. But the Princess Osra rode on to the Castle, wondering greatly at what she had done that day.
Yet she could not be very sorry that she had saved his horse for him, and she trusted that Otho and Lotta would be happy, and she thought that one man was, after all, as good flesh and blood as another, and then that she was a Princess and he a robber, and that his eyes had been over bold. Yet there was deference in them also.
"It is a great pity that he should be a robber," sighed the Princess, as she reached the Castle.
The Princess Osra's carriage was within two miles of Strelsau when she put her head
