The guard was
awaiting them outside.
'Come, my little lady, and with thee the holy sister! 'Tis no step from
here, and I gage to bring ye safe, as sure as my name's Schwartz
Thier!--Hey? The good sister's dropping. Look, now! I'll carry her.'
Margarita recovered her self-command before he could make good this
offer.
'Only let us hasten there,' she gasped.
The Thier strode on, and gave them safe-conduct to the prison where
Farina was confined, being near one of the outer forts of the city.
'Thank and dismiss him,' whispered Margarita.
'Nay! he will wait-wilt thou not, friend! We shall not be long, though it
is my son I visit here,' said Frau Farina.
'Till to-morrow morning, my little lady! The lion thanked him that
plucked the thorn from his foot, and the Thier may be black, but he's not
ungrateful, nor a worse beast than the lion.'
They entered the walls and left him.
For the first five minutes Schwartz Thier found employment for his
faculties by staring at the shaky, small-paned windows of the
neighbourhood.
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