“You refuse to tell us, then, what you have done with the gold?”
“I do. Now proceed with your suggestion.”
“I fear I put the case too mildly when I called it a suggestion, considering the unsatisfactory nature of your reply to my question, therefore I withdraw the word ‘suggestion,’ and substitute the word 'command.’”
Kurzbold paused, to give his ultimatum the greater force. Behind him rose a murmur of approval.
“Words do not matter in the least. I deal with deeds. Out, then, with your command!” cried Roland, for the first time exhibiting impatience.
“The command unanimously adopted is this: the Castle of Furstenberg must be left alone. We know more of that Castle than you do, especially about its owner and his garrison. We have been gathering information as we journeyed, and have not remained sulking in the barge.”
“Well, that is encouraging news to hear,” said Roland. “I thought you were engaged in sampling wine.”
“You hear the command. Will you obey?”
“I will not,” said Roland decisively.
Ebearhard took a step forward to the side of his chief, and glanced at him reproachfully. Greusel remained where he was, but neither man spoke.