"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."
"From the monastery? How do you know that, sir?"
"We are old acquaintances, Count Lips. Look me in the eyes."