"And good enough too for a hungry man. I have often longed for such
a meal in the days before you took me, in spite of all warning."

"And we have often done no better since, Paolo, when we have been
on the march. Will you start on it now, or wait until we get to
a stream?"

"I will hold on for a bit, master. This black bread is so hard that
it needs a lot of washing down."

Making several detours to avoid villages, they walked all day, and
towards evening came upon a main road running west.

"Unless I am mistaken in the line that I have taken, this must be
the road through Eichstadt. I can see some towers ahead, and I
have no doubt that they are those of the town. There is a bridge
there across the Altmuhl. The river makes a loop at this point, and
the road cuts across it to the northwest to Gunzenhausen, where
there is another bridge. From there the road runs to Hall. Thence
we can cross the Neckar, either at Heilbronn or Neckarsulm, and we
are then in our own country, and but a short distance from either
Spires or Philippsburg, where we shall be likely enough to meet
Turenne advancing again, or shall at any rate learn where he is.
We will lie up now and not cross the bridge until it gets dusk."

"I wish we had swords, master."

"Yes, but they would not suit our disguises. But when we get
into the town I will buy two woodmen's axes and a couple of the