d himself, with magnanimity.
"This is remorse or gratitude; I were no gentleman, no, nor yet a man,
if I presumed upon these pitiful concessions."

Some way down the glen, the stream, already grown to a good bulk of
water, was rudely dammed across, and about a third of it abducted in a
wooden trough. Gaily the pure water, air's first cousin, fleeted along
the rude aqueduct, whose sides and floor it had made green with grasses.
The path, bearing it close company, threaded a wilderness of briar and
wild-rose. And presently, a little in front, the brown top of a mill and
the tall mill-wheel, spraying diamonds, arose in the narrows of the
glen; at the same time the snoring music of the saws broke the silence.

The miller, hearing steps, came forth to his door, and both he and Otto
started.

"Good morning, miller," said the Prince. "You were right, it seems, and
I was wrong. I give you the news, and bid you to Mittwalden. My throne
has fallen--great was the fall of it!--and your good friends of the
Phoenix bear the rule."

The red-faced miller looked supreme astonishment. "And your Highness?"
he gasped.

"My Highness is running away," replied Otto, "straight for the
frontier."

"Leaving Gruenewald?" cried the man. "Your father's son? It's not to be
permitted!"

"Do you arrest us, friend?" asked Otto, smiling.

"Arrest you? I?" exclaimed the man. "For what does your Highness take
me? Why, sir, I make sure there is not a man in Gruenewald would lay
hands upon you."

"O, many, many," said the Prince; "but from you, who were bold with me
in my greatness, I should even look for aid in my distress."

The miller became the colour of beetroot. "You may say so indeed," said
he. "And meanwhile, will you and your lady step into my house?"

"We have not time for that," replied the Prince; "but if you would
oblige us with a cup of wine without here, you will give a pleasure and
a service, both in one."

The miller once more coloured to the nape. He hastened to bring forth
wine in a pitcher and three bright crystal tumblers. "Your Highness must
not suppose," he said, as he filled them, "that I am an habitual
drinker. The time when I had the misfortune to encounter you, I was a
trifle overtaken, I allow; but a more sober man than I am in my
ordinary, I do not know where you are to look for; and even this glass
that I drink to you (and to the lady) is quite an unusual recreation."

The wine was drunk with due rustic courtes