〃Law；　Baron！〃　said　the　lady。
  〃I　will；　though；〃　replied　the　Baron；　drawing　an　immense　sword；　and
  glaring　round　at　Otto：　but　though　at　the　sight　of　that　sword　and
  that　scowl　a　less　valorous　youth　would　have　taken　to　his　heels；　the
  undaunted　Childe　advanced　at　once　into　the　apartment。　　He　wore
  round　his　neck　a　relic　of　St。　Buffo　（the　tip　of　the　saint's　ear；
  which　had　been　cut　off　at　Constantinople）。　　〃Fiends！　　I　command　you
  to　retreat！〃　said　he；　holding　up　this　sacred　charm；　which　his　mamma
  had　fastened　on　him；　and　at　the　sight　of　it；　with　an　unearthly　yell
  the　ghosts　of　the　Baron　and　the　Baroness　sprung　back　into　their
  picture…frames；　as　clowns　go　through　a　clock　in　a　pantomime。
  He　rushed　through　the　open　door　by　which　the　unlucky　Wolfgang　had
  passed　with　his　demoniacal　bride；　and　went　on　and　on　through　the
  vast　gloomy　chambers　lighted　by　the　ghastly　moonshine：　the　noise　of
  the　organ　in　the　chapel；　the　lights　in　the　kaleidoscopic　windows；
  directed　him　towards　that　edifice。　　He　rushed　to　the　door：　'twas
  barred！　　He　knocked：　the　beadles　were　deaf。　　He　applied　his
  inestimable　relic　to　the　lock；　andwhiz！　crash！　clang！　bang！
  whang！the　gate　flew　open！　the　organ　went　off　in　a　fuguethe
  lights　quivered　over　the　tapers；　and　then　went　off　towards　the
  ceilingthe　ghosts　assembled　rushed　away　with　a　skurry　and　a
  screamthe　bride　howled；　and　vanishedthe　fat　bishop　waddled　back
  under　his　brass　platethe　dean　flounced　down　into　his　family
  vaultand　the　canon　Schidnischmidt；　who　was　making　a　joke；　as
  usual；　on　the　bishop；　was　obliged　to　stop　at　the　very　point　of　his
  epigram；　and　to　disappear　into　the　void　whence　he　came。
  Otto　fell　fainting　at　the　porch；　while　Wolfgang　tumbled　lifeless
  down　at　the　altar…steps；　and　in　this　situation　the　archers；　when
  they　arrived；　found　the　two　youths。　　They　were　resuscitated；　as　we
  scarce　need　say；　but　when；　in　incoherent　accents；　they　came　to　tell
  their　wondrous　tale；　some　sceptics　among　the　archers　said〃Pooh！
  they　were　intoxicated！〃　while　others；　nodding　their　older　heads；
  exclaimed〃THEY　HAVE　SEEN　THE　LADY　OF　WINDECK！〃　and　recalled　the
  stories　of　many　other　young　men；　who；　inveigled　by　her　devilish
  arts；　had　not　been　so　lucky　as　Wolfgang；　and　had　disappearedfor
  ever！
  This　adventure　bound　Wolfgang　heart　and　soul　to　his　gallant
  preserver；　and　the　archersit　being　now　morning；　and　the　cocks
  crowing　lustily　round　aboutpursued　their　way　without　further
  delay　to　the　castle　of　the　noble　patron　of　toxophilites；　the
  gallant　Duke　of　Cleves。
  CHAPTER　X。
  THE　BATTLE　OF　THE　BOWMEN。
  Although　there　lay　an　immense　number　of　castles　and　abbeys　between
  Windeck　and　Cleves；　for　every　one　of　which　the　guide…books　have　a
  legend　and　a　ghost；　who　might；　with　the　commonest　stretch　of
  ingenuity；　be　made　to　waylay　our　adventurers　on　the　road；　yet；　as
  the　journey　would　be　thus　almost　interminable；　let　us　cut　it　short
  by　saying　that　the　travellers　reached　Cleves　without　any　further
  accident；　and　found　the　place　thronged　with　visitors　for　the
  meeting　next　day。
  And　here　it　would　be　easy　to　describe　the　company　which　arrived；
  and　make　display　of　antiquarian　lore。　　Now　we　would　represent　a
  cavalcade　of　knights　arriving；　with　their　pages　carrying　their
  shining　helms　of　gold；　and　the　stout　esquires；　bearers　of　lance　and
  banner。　　Anon　would　arrive　a　fat　abbot　on　his　ambling　pad；
  surrounded　by　the　white…robed　companions　of　his　convent。　　Here
  should　come　the　gleemen　and　jonglers；　the　minstrels；　the
  mountebanks；　the　party…colored　gipsies；　the　dark…eyed；　nut…brown
  Zigeunerinnen；　then　a　troop　of　peasants　chanting　Rhine…songs；　and
  leading　in　their　ox…drawn　carts　the　peach…cheeked　girls　from　the
  vine…lands。　　Next　we　would　depict　the　litters　blazoned　with
  armorial　bearings；　from　between　the　broidered　curtains　of　which
  peeped　out　the　swan…like　necks　and　the　haughty　faces　of　the　blond
  ladies　of　the　castles。　　But　for　these　descriptions　we　have　not
  space；　and　the　reader　is　referred　to　the　account　of　the　tournament
  in　the　ingenious　novel　of　〃Ivanhoe；〃　where　the　above　phenomena　are
  described　at　length。　　Suffice　it　to　say；　that　Otto　and　his
  companions　arrived　at　the　town　of　Cleves；　and；　hastening　to　a
  hostel；　reposed　themselves　after　the　day's　march；　and　prepared　them
  for　the　encounter　of　the　morrow。
  That　morrow　came：　and　as　the　sports　were　to　begin　early；　Otto　and
  his　comrades　hastened　to　the　field；　armed　with　their　best　bows　and
  arrows；　you　may　be　sure；　and　eager　to　distinguish　themselves；　as
  were　the　multitude　of　other　archers　assembled。　　They　were　from　all
  neighboring　countriescrowds　of　English；　as　you　may　fancy；　armed
  with　Murray's　guide…books；　troops　of　chattering　Frenchmen；
  Frankfort　Jews　with　roulette…tables；　and　Tyrolese；　with　gloves　and
  trinketsall　hied　towards　the　field　where　the　butts　were　set　up；
  and　the　archery　practice　was　to　be　held。　　The　Childe　and　his
  brother　archers　were；　it　need　not　be　said；　early　on　the　ground。
  But　what　words　of　mine　can　describe　the　young　gentleman's　emotion
  when；　preceded　by　a　band　of　trumpets；　bagpipes；　ophicleides；　and
  other　wind　instruments；　the　Prince　of　Cleves　appeared　with　the
  Princess　Helen；　his　daughter？　　And　ah！　what　expressions　of　my
  humble　pen　can　do　justice　to　the　beauty　of　that　young　lady？　　Fancy
  every　charm　which　decorates　the　person；　every　virtue　which
  ornaments　the　mind；　every　accomplishment　which　renders　charming
  mind　and　charming　person　doubly　charming；　and　then　you　will　have
  but　a　faint　and　feeble　idea　of　the　beauties　of　her　Highness　the
  Princess　Helen。　　Fancy　a　complexion　such　as　they　say　（I　know　not
  with　what　justice）　Rowland's　Kalydor　imparts　to　the　users　of　that
  cosmetic；　fancy　teeth　to　which　orient　pearls　are　like　Wallsend
  coals；　eyes；　which　were　so　blue；　tender；　and　bright；　that　while
  they　run　you　through　with　their　lustre；　they　healed　you　with　their
  kindness；　a　neck　and　waist；　so　ravishingly　slender　and　graceful；
  that　the　least　that　is　said　about　them　the　better；　a　foot　which
  fell　upon　the　flowers　no　heavier　than　a　dew…dropand　this　charming
  person　set　off　by　the　most　elegant　toilet　that　ever　milliner
  devised！　　The　lovely　Helen's　hair　（which　was　as　black　as　the　finest
  varnish　for　boots）　was　so　long；　that　it　was　borne　on　a　cushion
  several　yards　behind　her　by　the　maidens　of　her　train；　and　a　hat；
  set　off　with　moss…roses；　sunflowers；　bugles；　birds…of…paradise；
  gold　lace；　and　pink　ribbon；　gave　her　a　distingue　air；　which　would
  have　set　the　editor　of　the　Morning　Post　mad　with　love。
  It　had　exactly　the　same　effect　upon　the　noble　Childe　of　Godesberg；
  as　leaning　on　his　ivory　bow；　with　his　legs　crossed；　he　stood　and
  gazed　on　her；　as　Cupid　gazed　on　Psyche。　　Their　eyes　met：　it　was　all
  over　with　both　of　them。　　A　blush　came　at　one　and　the　same　minute
  budding　to　the　cheek　of　either。　　A　simultaneous　throb　beat　in　those
  young　hearts！　　They　loved　each　other　for　ever　from　that　instant。
  Otto　still　stood；　cross…legged；　enraptured；　leaning　on　his　ivory
  bow；　but　Helen；　calling　to　a　maiden　for　her　pocket…handkerchief；
  blew　her　beautiful　Grecian　nose　in　order　to　hide　her　agitation。
  Bless　ye；　bless　ye；　pretty　ones！　　I　am　old　now；　but　not　so　old　but
  that　I　kindle　at　the　tale　of　love。　　Theresa　MacWhirter　too　has
  lived　and　loved。　　Heigho！
  Who　is　yon　chief　that　stands　behind　the　truck　whereon　are　seated
  the　Princess　and　the　stout　old　lord；　her　father？　　Who　is　he　whose
  hair　is　of　the　carroty　hue？　whose　eyes；　across　a　snubby　bunch　of　a
  nose；　are　perpetually　scowling　at　each　other；　who　has　a　hump…back
  and　a　hideous　mouth；　surrounded　with　bristles；　and　crammed　full　of
  jutting　yellow　odious　teeth。　　Although　he　wears　a　sky…blue　doublet
  laced　with　silver；　it　only　serves　to　render　his　vulgar　punchy
  figure　doubly　ridiculous；　although　his　nether　garment　is　of　salmon…
  colored　velvet；　it　only　draws　the　more　attention　to　his　legs；　which
  are　disgustingly　crooked　and　bandy。　　A　rose…colored　hat；　with
  towering　pea…green　ostrich…plumes；　looks　absurd　on　his　bull…head；
  and　though　it　is　time　of　peace；　the　wretch　is　armed　with　a
  multiplicity　of　daggers；　knives；　yataghans；　dirks；　sabres；　and
  scimitars；　which　testify　his　truculent　and　bloody　disposition。　'Tis
  the　terrible　Rowski　de　Donnerblitz；　Margrave　of　Eulenschreckenstein。
  Report　says　he　is　a　suitor　for　the　hand　of　the　lovely　Helen。　　He
  addresses　various　speeches　of　gallantry　to　her；　and　grins　hideously
  as　he　thrusts　his　disgusting　head　over　her　lily　shoulder。　　But　she
  turns　away　from　him！　turns　and　shuddersay；　as　she　would　at　a
  black　dose！
  Otto　stands　gazing　still；　and　leaning　on　his　bow。　　〃What　is　the
  prize？〃　asks　one　archer　of　another。　　There　are　two　prizesa　velvet
  cap；　embroidered　by　the　hand　of　the　Princess；　and　a　chain　of
  massive　gold；　of　enormous　value。　　Both　lie　on　cushions　before　her。
  〃I　know　which　I　shall　choose；　when　I　win　the　first　prize；〃　says　a
  swarthy；　savage；　and　bandy…legged　archer；　who　bears　the　owl　gules
  on　a　bla