light I saw stern faces breaking everywhere through the gloom, with the black caps and dark cloaks of the night-riders.
"What would you do with him, captain?" cried a voice.
"Hang him at the palace gate."
"An ambassador?"
"An ambassador without papers."
"But the Prince?"
"Tut, man, do you not see that the Prince will then be committed to our side? He will be beyond all hope of forgiveness. At present he may swing round tomorrow as he has done before. He may eat his words, but a dead hussar is more than he can explain."
"No, no, Von Strelitz, we cannot do it," said another voice.
"Can we not? I shall show you that!" and there came a jerk on the bridle which nearly pulled me to the ground. At the same instant a sword flashed and the leather was cut through within two inches of my neck.
"By Heaven, Korner, this is rank mutiny," cried the captain. "You may hang yourself before you are through with it."
"I have drawn my sword as a soldier and not as a brigand," said the young poet. "Blood may dim its blade, but never dishonour. Com-
