“Of a surety,” replied the young man confidently.
“No,” quietly said the Archbishop.
“Why not?”
“Because I say no.”
The young man almost an Emperor drew himself up proudly, and his lips pressed together into a firm line of determination.
“Does your Highness so quickly forget your promise?”
“What promise?” asked the Prince, scowling.
“In consideration of my keeping silence touching your recent outrageous career of fire and slaughter, and the enslavement of Heinrich, you promised to obey me until you became Emperor.”
“I intend to obey all reasonable requests, but I very much desire to accompany the Countess from her Castle to the capital, I have never seen Limburg, or taken that route to Frankfort.”
“It is a charming old city,” replied the Archbishop dryly, “which you can visit any time at the expense of a day’s ride. Meanwhile, I shall escort the Countess thither, and endeavor to entertain her with pleasing and instructive conversation during the journey.”