And then they all returned to the Castle of Grandnostrel, and on their way they took up the wise Alasco, who had remained in the forest.
“Nay, father,” said the damsel smiling, “but thou hast been right in all things, and hast taught me better than Plato ever taught.”
“And was not I young once myself!” said the sage. So when the bloodred wine had warmed his old veins, and made supple the joints of his aged legs, he tripped a measure in the castle hall, and was very jocund.
So the lord of Mountfidget was married to the gentle Euphemia. But when three months were passed and gone, Lieutenant Hossbach had returned to his regimental duties.
And love shall still be lord of all.