“Little matter for that,” replied Roland. “‘Tis information I wish, not gear. Why are you speeding through the forest at night, for no sane man traverses this path in the darkness?”
“I could not wait for daylight,” said the stranger, breathing heavily. “I carry a message of the greatest importance. Do not delay me, I beg of you. I travel on affairs of State; Imperial matters, and it is necessary I should reach Frankfort in time, or heads may fall.”
“So serious as that?” asked Roland, lowering the point of his sword, for he saw the messenger was unarmed. “Whom do you seek?”
“That I dare not tell you. The message concerns those of the highest, and I am pledged to secrecy. Be assured, sir, that I speak the truth.”
“Your voice sounds honest. Hold up the lanthorn at arm’s length, that I may learn if your face corresponds with it. Ha, that is most satisfactory! And now, my hurrying youth, will you reveal your mission, or shall I be compelled to run my sword through your body?”
“You would not learn it even then,” gasped the young man, shrinking still farther up the hill.
Roland laughed.
“That is true enough,” he said, “therefore shall I not impale you, but will instead relate to you the secret you carry. You are making not for Frankfort—”
“I assure you, sir, by the sacred Word, that I am, and grieve my oath does not allow me to do your bidding, even though you would kill me, which is easily done, since I am unarmed.”
“You pass through Frankfort, I doubt not, but your goal is a certain small room in the neighboring suburb of Sachsenhausen, and he whom you seek is a youth of about your own age, named Roland. You travel on the behest of your father, who was much agonized in mind when you left him, and he, I take it, is custodian of Ehrenfels Castle.”