"Well, then, yes. I do not think that I alone possess the power to keep you here permanently, you wild, restless guest; but a rising poet's name is a fetter which one does not slip off so easily, and I have sworn to myself since this morning not to let you go again at any price."
Rojanow started and looked at him inquiringly.
"Why just since this morning?"
"That is my secret for the present," said Egon, jestingly.
"Ah, more guests are coming here, it seems."
A step was heard upon the narrow, winding stone stairs, and the bearded face of the tower watchman appeared at the opening which led to the platform.
"Please take care, gracious lady," he said, warningly, looking back with concern; "the last steps are very steep and much worn. So, now we are at the top."
He offered a helping hand to the lady who followed him, but she did not need it, ascending easily with effort.
"What a beautiful girl!" whispered Prince Adelsberg to his friend, who, instead of replying, made a deep and formal bow before the lady. She could not conceal a certain surprise at the sight of him. "Ah, Herr Rojanow, you here?"
"I am admiring the view from the Hochberg, which may also have attracted you, Your Excellency."