There there
is _multum plus Plurimum_."
"What is your rank in the army?"
"First Lieutenant."
"That is something different. Come with me, and you shall have a
horse, Mr. First Lieutenant, and then let us see what you are good
for."
Odowalsky received a horse, and the General bade him ride beside
him. He talked confidentially with him the whole night till they
again rejoined the main body of the army.
* * * * *
Some days later Konigsmarck stood with his little troop on the White
Mountain left of Prague--"Golden Prague," as it was called. It was
late in the evening of the fifteenth of June. He had Odowalsky at
his side, and seemed to be particularly good friends with him. But
the troop knew nothing of the General's designs, and, as they saw
that he went towards Prague, his officers were astounded, for the
town was well fortified, and defended by a strong body of armed
citizens.
"One can at any rate look at the show," Konigsmarck answered to all
objections; "that costs nothing."
They halted on the White Mountain, without, however, pitching a
camp. They saw nothing of the beautiful town, for it was dark, but
they heard the church and convent bells.
"This, then, is the White Mountain, where the war broke out just
thirty years ago," said Konigsmarck to Odowalsky.
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