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 Countess (Gently rebuking him).—Do not talk so, old man! However that may be, they are still our enemies. And how will you manage to talk to them?

Bagpiper (Jokingly).—Noble lady, I can talk to them, very well indeed! The bagpipe makes friends everywhere, and the enemies’ coins are as good as ours.

Countess.—But take care that something don’t befall you! Better remain here, within our border. There is another castle not far distant. Better stroll on toward it, and earn something there.

Bagpiper.—The Lord bless you, noble lady. May fortune ever be kind, and the fates smile upon you. (He strikes up a merry tune, and takes his leave, sauntering to the rear toward the park.)

Marie (To the ).—He intends to take the forest path! Certainly it is dangerous!

Countess.—True! (Calling the bagpiper) Not that way! It isn’t safe. You might encounter wild animals in the park! Go to the right. (Pointing out the direction.) It may be longer, but you will then be safe! (The bagpiper continues to play, and gradually disappears in the wood. The and  stand silently gazing after him.)

Marie (After the bagpiper has disappeared).—A jolly old fellow. But my lady, with so many foreign troops passing toward Prague,—do you not fear that they may come here also?

Countess.—Have no apprehensions. They march along the highways and public roads. Nowhere have they been reported for any violence or depredations they have committed. But even if they should come this way,—(jestingly) certainly you would not be afraid?

Marie (Gazing affectionately upward into the eyes of the ).—I have a father,—yes, and your gracious protection, my lady.

Countess.—And is that all?

Marie (Blushing, with downcast eyes.)

Countess.—And Tomeš? Is it not true that he also would protect you?