A fair young girl lifted the latch.
“I am belated in the forest. Will you give me shelter?”
“Come in and sit down. Whence did you come?”
“I am on my way to the castle, but night has overtaken me.”
“You are very near it. If it were light, I could show you its towers. But what can a dove like you be seeking in that vulture’s nest?”
“My dear uncle, the Dean of Strasburg, is a prisoner there.”
“I saw him when he was dragged into the castle, and very distressed and woe-begone the good man looked.”
“I am going there to pray for his release.”
“Umph. At that castle they don’t give something for nothing. What ransom can you offer?”
“Nothing. I hope by prayers and tears to move the count’s heart.”