who was laughing merrily at
the wild disorder.

The cries of "Long live Theresa!"

"Long live Frederick!" were mingling lustily in the bloody strife.

The father guardian was enraged beyond bearing, and his flashing eye
looked around for some sharp weapon with which to demolish Father
Anselmo, who had just exclaimed, "Long live Frederick, the victor of
Leuthen and Zorndorf!" He seized a large tin cup, which was near him
upon the table, and with a fierce curse he dashed it in the face of
Father Anselmo, and the blood burst from his nose. This was the signal
for a new order of attack. Both parties rushed to the table to arm
themselves; the cups whizzed through the air and wounded severely the
heads against which they were well aimed. Here and there might be
heard whimperings and piteous complaints, mixed with curses and frantic
battle-cries--"Long live Theresa!"

"Long live Frederick!" Some of the warriors crept from the contest into
the corners to wipe the blood from their wounds and return with renewed
courage to the contest. A few cowards had crept under the table to
escape the cups and kicks which were falling in every direction.

Father Anselmo remarked them, and with loud, derisive laughter he
pointed them out.

"The Teresiani live under the table, no Prussiano has crept there. All
the Teresiani would gladly hide as they have often done before."

The Prussiani accompanied these words of their leader with joyous
shouts.

The father guardian trembled with rage; he seized a large dish from
the table and dashed it at Anselmo, who dodged in time, and then with
a powerful arm returned the compliment. It was a well-directed javelin.
The tin dish struck the father guardian exactly in the back--he lost his
balance, and fell to the earth. The Prussiani greeted this heroic deed
of their chief with shouts of triumph. "So shall all the Teresiani
perish!"

The battle waxed hotter and fiercer, the air was thick with missiles.

"They will murder each other!" cried the prior, turning to the Baron
Cocceji. "Not so, your worship; there will only be a few blue swellings
and bleeding noses--nothing more," said Cocceji, laughing.

"Ah, you laugh young man; you laugh at this sad spectacle!"

"Forgive me, your worship; but I swear to you, I have never seen
warriors more eager in the fray, and I have never been more curious to
witness the result of any battle."

"But you shall not witness it," said the prior, resolutely. "Y