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Vol.7, Ch.3, P.8

Through winds and over hills went horses in haste. Driving them were outriders from the Himmel; and underhoof did tremble the earth as they all madly made for Merkulov.

“Engh…!” grated Volker from atop his grunting, galloping steed. How many times had he, the head of this desperate company, done so today? O, mercy. Only a choice wisely made now served him any solace: to wit, his deferral of his erstwhile duties as governor-general of Arbel, that he might help lead the Himmel and look after his “Edelfräulein” on this odious day.

For it had turned odious, indeed. Noise, smoke, and fire had been discovered pluming from Merkulov’s steeple tower, right whence the parley was to take place. By the account of the scouts returning, the clamour was unquestionably contrived, if the seized and sealed gates of the school,