than the Duke, and Conrad's advisers had warned him to be ready for some stealthy attack, but light-hearted Conrad laughed at danger.
And when the minstrel begged that he would ride alone with him to the border, he readily agreed.
Dolf was much distressed when he learned of it. He knew that remonstrance with his master was useless, but he resolved to follow when the two set out.
On the evening before, he went to Hubert's son, now occupying his father's place, a stout and sturdy man at arms.
"Look you here, Albrecht," he said, drawing him aside. "To-morrow, the Duke rides alone with the minnesinger to the border. Now, be ruled by me. I like not this Ludwig—nor do you, I well know. Have a score of strong fellows, armed, hid by the hollow oak at the crossroads. I myself will follow the riders on foot, keeping out of their sight, and if I
