see aught go wrong, I will shoot an arrow at top of the oak. Dost catch my meaning?"
Albrecht's small blue eyes flashed fire. He understood.
The part of the border chosen by Ludwig was the eastern, adjoining the land belonging to one Friedrich the Black, a friend and ally of Count Walther Von Altenbauer.
The riding path lay chiefly through woods in full leaf, and, as the horsemen passed through them, Dolf was able to keep them in sight whilst half hidden himself.
Conrad was particularly affectionate towards his favorite on this last morning, and his kind words seemed to fall on grateful ears, for the minstrel often raised a saffron-tinted kerchief to his eyes, and bore himself with a melancholy air. But as he neared the border, his spirits seemed to lighten. The watchful Dolf saw him
