“So much the worse for him.”
“That is serious—such a well-known man!”
“Do not harm him; keep him out of it.”
“Yes, if possible. No matter, I will try. I will go at once to Stollborg and slip your gold goblet into the pack-saddle of the ass. That will be the excuse for seizing the jugglers, even if we have to go there to catch them. But there may be some disturbance. Christian is a fighting man, and Stollborg is very near.”
“So much the better; they will silence him the sooner.”
“The major and the lieutenant have taken a great liking to this mountebank. We must be careful, and choose the right moment. I have ordered all the brass instruments in the chateau to be kept playing, and outside they are sending off rockets and fireworks every moment.”
“Well thought of!”
“How do you feel now?”
“Better; I think I can even recall—wait, Johan—that face—I dreamed about it again to-day. When was it? Wait, I say! Was it a dream? Destruction! I cannot, Johan, my head refuses—my brain is confused, as it was yesterday.”
“Well then, don’t torment yourself; I will find out all about it myself; it is my affair. Come, be quiet! you will come out victorious, as you always do. I will send Jacob to you.”