aited his
turn to bask for one anxious moment in the sunshine of royal favor and
touch a king's hand.

I slipped away unperceived to the kitchen, knowing well the premises of
this fine old castle which was kept in good repair by the city of
Hamburg, its present owner. It had been won by conquest of arms in 1394
A.D. from the noble family "Von Lappe."

The principal occupation of these knights was the waylaying and robbing
of merchants; but the wrecking of ships was their favorite, most
profitable pastime.

The kitchen was in the basement of the castle and great in size, its
floor paved with slabs of stone, the walls and ceilings were paneled in
oak. On one side of the room were stone-hearths with blazing fires,
over which hung pots and brazen kettles. Game and meats broiled on
spits, there being no cook-stoves in those days. Heavy doors, strapped
with great wrought iron hinges and studded with ornamental scroll-work
led into pantries and cellars.

The place swarmed with liveried servants and cooks; also the king had
brought his "chef de cuisine and own butler. The latter, a lordly
Englishman, was a grand, haughty person who superintended the
extravagant preparations for the entertainment of royalty.

A maid conducted me to a corner where I was out of harm's way and
regaled me with delicacies when the courses were served, oh it was
fine! The chef prepared certain dishes for the king and I saw the
butler taste of the viands that were placed on crown-marked dishes of
porcelain and gold. He also tasted the king's wine.

When at last I grew sleepy, kind maids arranged a couch of snowy linen
for me, and I slept until the banquet royal was over when the guests
returned to their homes.

But me lord, the butler, eyed me with questioning curiosity.

"Aw me lad, h'and where did your father get 'is blooming costume?" he
asked.

"Mother supplied it, good sir," I answered.

"Hi say, me lad," he laughed, "your mother h'is a grand lydie, you tike
me word for h'it; h'in h'England they would decorate that suit with the
h'order h'of the garter!"

"Honi soit, qui mal y pense!" I lisped.

A MAID OF YAVAPAI.

To S. M. H.

(AN IDYLLIC SKETCH.)

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