CHAPTER XII.
FURSTENBERG AND ITS POLICY.
“Now, dear heart,” said Zawis as soon as the shelter of his own towers, and the fidelity of his retainers afforded security, “we may perhaps, hopefully, review the conditions for honor, fidelity, and happiness in each other’s affection that surround us. For yourself, dear heart, you may confidently rely on my own unfailing love, devotion, and respect.”
“Urge it not, good Zawis,” earnestly interposed Kunigunde. “Had I not discerned a manly heart under the hauberk of a good knight, and learned the generous zeal of a proud and loyal baron, as respectful to his own honor as faithful in his chivalrous service to his country and his prince, I trust I know my duty too well ever to have given you my heart, as I have done, and here I do again, in all wifely duty and cheerfulness. Believe me, Zawis, no shade of distrust dims the bright surface of my confidence, no uneven ruffle breaks the placidity of my sincere affection. I am yours, Zawis, in a love as free from blemish as the diamond, and as stainless of doubt or speck of insincerity as the fairest lily in your garden.”
“I doubt it not, dearest heart,” earnestly replied Zawis, “and amid the uncertainties, the possible con-
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