Otto was somewhat abashed at this deduction, and he made haste to change his ground. `But,' said he, `you surprise me by what you say of this Prince Otto. I have heard him, I must own, more favourably painted. I was told he was, in his heart, a good fellow, and the enemy of no one but himself.'

`And so he is, sir,' said the girl, `a very handsome, pleasant prince; and we know some who would shed their blood for him.'

`O! Kuno!' said Fritz. `An ignoramus!'

`Ay, Kuno, to be sure,' quavered the old farmer. `Well, since this gentleman is a stranger to these parts, and curious about the Prince, I do believe that story might divert him. This Kuno, you must know, sir, is one of the hunt servants, and a most ignorant, intemperate man: a right Grünewalder, as we say in Gerolstein. We know him well, in this house; for he has come as far as here after his stray dogs; and I make all welcome, sir, without account of state or nation. And, indeed, between Gerolstein and Grünewald the peace has held so long that the roads stand open like my door; and a man will make no more of the frontier than the very birds themselves.'

`Ay,' said Otto, `it has been a long peace -- a peace of centuries.'

`Centuries, as you say,' returned Killian; `the more the pity that it should not be for ever. Well, sir, this Kuno was one day in fault, and Otto, who has a quick temper, up with his whip and thrashed him, they do say, soundly. Kuno took it as best he could, but at last he broke out, and dared the Prince to throw his whip away and wrestle like a man; for we are all great at wrestling in these parts, and it's so that we generally settle our disputes. Well, sir, the Prince did so; and, being a weakly creature, found the tables turned; for the man whom he had just been thrashing like a negro slave, lifted him with a back grip and threw him heels overhead.'

`He broke his bridle-arm,' cried Fritz -- `and some say his nose. Serve him right, say I! Man to man, which is the better at that?'

`And then?' asked Otto.

`O, then Kuno carried him home; and they were the best of friends from that day forth. I don't say it's a discreditable story, you observe,' continued Mr. Gottesheim; `but it's droll, and that's the fact. A man should think before he strikes; for, as my nephew says, man to man was the old valuation.'

`Now, if you were to ask me,' said Otto, `I should perhaps surprise you. I think it was the Prince that conquered.'

`And, sir, you would be right,' replied Killian seriously. `In the eyes of God, I do not question but you would be right; but men, sir, look at these things differently, and they laugh.'

`They made a song of it,' observed Fritz. `How does it go? Ta-tum- ta-ra ...'

`Well,' interrupted Otto, who had no great anxiety to hear the song, `the Prince is young; he may yet mend.'

`Not so young, by your leave,' cried Fritz. `A man of forty.'

`Thirty-six,' corrected Mr. Gottesheim.

`O,' cried Ottilia, in obvious disillusion, `a man of middle age! And they said he was so handsome when he was young!'

`And bald, too,' added Fritz.

Otto passed his hand among his locks. At that moment he was far from happy, and even the tedious evenings at Mittwalden Palace began to smile upon him by comparison.