tallest apprentice. "How came the fire, Stephen?" [pg 34] "It was three or four trusses of hay, sir, and a few crowns to repair his scorched paint. Shall we go to the gate?" "Yes, we must try the gate," said Prince Henry, gathering the hand of the Countess into his; and the third apprentice walked silently by Stephen's side. Yet once as she went, she said softly: "So it was no trick, Stephen?" "No trick, but the truth, madame," said Stephen. "I do not know," said Osra, "how I am to return to the palace in these clothes." "Let us get your brother and the Countess away first," counselled the smith. Now when they came to the nearest gate it was shut; but at the moment a troop of mounted men rode up, having been sent by the King to scour the country round, in case the fugitives should have escaped already from the city. And the Commandant of the company bore an order from the King's Marshal for the opening of the gate. Seeing this, Stephen the smith went up to him and began to talk to him, the three apprentices standing close by. The Commandant knew Stephen well, and was pleased to talk [pg 35] with him while the gates were opened and the troopers filed through. Stephen kept close by him till the troopers were all through. Then he turned and spoke to the apprentices, and they nodded assent. The Commandant checked his horse for an instant when he was half-way through the gate, and bent down and took Stephen's hand to shake it in farewell. Stephen took his hand with marvellous friendliness, and held it, and would not let him go. But the apprentices edged cautiously nearer and nearer the gate. [pg 35] "Enough, man, enough!" laughed the Commandant. "We are not parting for ever." "I trust not, sir, I trust not," said Stephen earnestly, still holding his hand. "Come, let me go. See, the gate-warden wants to shut the gate!" "True!" said Stephen. "Good-bye then, sir. Hallo, hallo! stop, stop! Oh, the young rascals!"
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