"
"Well, that is encouraging news to hear," said Roland. "I thought you
were engaged in sampling wine."
"You hear the command. Will you obey?"
"I will not," said Roland decisively.
Ebearhard took a step forward to the side of his chief, and glanced at
him reproachfully. Greusel remained where he was, but neither man spoke.
"You intend to attack Furstenberg?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"This afternoon."
Kurzbold turned to his following:
"Brethren," he said, "you have heard this conversation, and it needs no
comment from me."
Apparently the discussion was to receive no comment from the others
either. They stood there glum and disconcerted, as if the trend of
affairs had taken an unexpected turn.
"I think," said one, "we had better retire and consult again."
This was unanimously agreed to, and once more they disembarked upon the
island, and moved forward to their Witenagemot. Still Greusel and
Ebearhard said nothing, but watched the men disappear through the trees.
Roland looked at one after another with a smile.
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