"And you have done your cause no harm. Where do you live?"
"Surely you know: in Germany."
"Germany is a very large country."
"In the Black Forest in Swabia."
"And your name?"
The prisoner made no reply; but Ulrich fixed his eyes upon the coat of arms on the knight's armor, looked at him more steadily, and a strange smile hovered around his lips as he approached him, saying in an altered tone: "You think the Navarrete will demand from Count von Frohlinger a ransom as large as his fields and forests?"
"You know me?"
"Perhaps so, Count Lips."
"By Heavens!"
"Ah, ha, you went from the monastery to the field."