“Do not imperil your own interests; accept the command of the rebellion, and trust to my gratitude.”
“Chancellor of Norway, you count on the success of your schemes, like an old woman who dreams of the gown which she will spin from stolen hemp, while the cat’s claws tangle her spindle.”
“Reflect once more, before you reject my offers.”
“Once more, I, the brigand, say to you, Lord Chancellor of both kingdoms, No!”
“I expected a different answer, after the eminent service which you have already rendered me.”
“What service?” asked the robber.
“Was it not you who murdered Captain Dispolsen?” replied the chancellor.
“That may be, Count d’Ahlefeld; I do not know him. Who is he?”
“What! did not the iron casket which he had in charge fall to your share?”
This question seemed to sharpen the robber’s memory.