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T was night. Stillness reigned in 



the grand old feudal castle of Klu- 

 gen stein. The year 1222 was draw- 

 ing to a close. Far away up in the 

 tallest of the castle's towers a single 

 light glimmered. A secret council was 

 being held there. The stern old lord 

 of Klugenstein sat in a chair of state 

 meditating. Presently he said, with a 

 tender accent — " My daughter! " 

 A young man of noble presence, clad from head to heel in knightly 

 answered — " Speak, father ! " 



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