I
fear their Lordships' next meeting with me will not pass off so amicably
as did the last."
"_Next_ meeting?" cried Ebearhard in astonishment; "have you ever met
the Archbishops?"
Roland gasped, realizing that his absorption in one subject had nearly
caused him to betray his momentous secret.
"Ah, I remember," continued Ebearhard. "It was on account of the
Archbishop's presence in Bonn that you returned from that town when
first you journeyed up the Rhine."
"Yes," said Roland, with relief.
"It seems to me," went on Ebearhard consolingly, "that even if we may
not leave the Castle, at least the Pfalzgraf cannot penetrate into the
stronghold, therefore we are safe enough."
"Not so, Ebearhard," replied his chief. "The Pfalzgraf has the barge,
remember, and it can carry his whole force to Caub or elsewhere,
returning with ample provisions and siege instruments that will batter
in the door despite all we can do. Nevertheless, let us keep up our
hearts. Get you to the gate, Ebearhard. I must have time to think before
Greusel returns.
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