of us."

The other two young men, who were sons of rich farmers like Landolin,
looked astonished, but said nothing.

"As you will," answered Fidelis; "just wait till I put my Sunday coat
on."

He accompanied the three to the house, but stopped on the threshold,
and allowed the farmers' sons to approach his master alone. After
welcoming them, Landolin seated himself quickly and asked:

"What can I do for you?"

The son of the farmer, Titus, called the Mountain-king, who lived on
the other side of the plateau, a tall fellow with broad shoulders and a
boyish face, answered glibly, as though reciting a carefully committed
lesson, that they had come most humbly to invite the maiden Thoma to be
Maid of Honor at the presentation of the flag to the Club.

"Who are to be the other maids of honor?" asked Landolin.

"My sister and the daughter of the District Forester."

Landolin nodded, and then asked on what day the festival was to take
place. Anton, who had not before spoken, answered that the fifteenth of
July had been chosen, as it was the anniversary of the declaration of
war, and fortunately happened to fall on Sunday. He added adroitly,
"that they desired to change the day of terror into one of gladness."

Landolin looked up, astonished at Anton's temerity in addressing him;
then fixed his eye on the mountain prince, who, instead of replying
himself, had permitted the miller's son to speak.

"You make arrangements far in advance; it's a long time from now to the
middle of July; but never mind. We thank you for the honor, but we
cannot join you," said Landolin, with decision.

"All right, we need go only one house farther," quickly answered the
mountain prince, his face reddening. He was about turning away, when
Anton interrupted:

"Pardon me; but if I have rightly understood the ex-bailiff, he is
going to leave the decision to his daughter."

The farmer compressed his lips craftily, then said:

"Yes, yes; you are right. And mind you, I shall not say a word to her,
and you shall find that she will give you the same answer that I gave."

"May I ask why?" inquired the mountain prince.

"You may ask," answered the peasant, going to the door and calling to
Thoma to bring wine and something to eat. It seemed as if Thoma had
already prepared this, for she came immediately, the young men
following her movements with admiring eyes. She poured the wine, they
touched their glasses, and Anton had begun to repeat hi