"God!" he shouted in dismay. "The Archbishop of Cologne!"
The girl uttered a little frightened cry, and edged her horse nearer to
that of her escort.
"My guardian! My guardian!" she breathed. "I shall be rearrested!"
Seeing them standing as if stricken to stone, two horsemen detached
themselves from the cavalry and galloped forward.
"Make way there, you fools!" cried the leader. "Get ye to the side; into
the river; where you like; out of the path of my Lord the Archbishop."
Nevertheless Roland stood his ground, and dared even to frown at the
officers of his Lordship.
"Stand aside _you_," he commanded in a tone of mastery, "and do not
venture to intrude between the Archbishop and me."
The rider knew that no man who valued his head would dare use such
language in the very presence of the Archbishop, unless he were the
highest in the land. His dignified Lordship looked up to see the cause
of this interruption, and of these angry words.
First came into his face an expression of amazement, then a smile melted
the stern lips as he looked on Roland and recognized him.
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