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Barr, Robert, 1850-1912

"The Sword Maker"

I therefore give it to the brook, whose outcry is as
insistent as yours, and much more musical."
"Stop, Roland, stop!" shouted Ebearhard, but the warning came too late.
The young man flung the bag into the torrent, where it disappeared in a
smother of foam. He rose to his feet and drew his sword.
"If you wish a fight now, it will be for the love of it, no filthy lucre
being at stake."
"By Plutus, you are an accursed fool!" cried the spokesman, making no
further show of aggression now that nothing but steel was to be gained
by a contest.
"A fool; yes!" said Roland. "And therefore the better qualified to lead
all such. Now go to Sonnenberg, or go to Hades!"
The men did neither. They sat down under the trees, ate their supper,
and drank their wine.
"Will you dine with me?" said Roland, approaching his two gloomy
lieutenants, who stood silent at some distance from the circle formed by
the others.
"Yes," said Greusel sullenly, "but I would have dined with greater
pleasure had you not proven the spokesman's words true.


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