He sounded it a second and a third time and waited. There was no living soul upon the walls, nor could a voice be heard within the gates. After a while though, a heavy flap, visible behind a grate built in stone near the castle gate, was raised with a crash, and in the opening appeared the bearded head of a German servant.
“Wer da?” inquired a harsh voice.
“Jurand of Spychow!” replied the knight.
Immediately the flap was closed again and deep silence followed.
Time passed. No movement was heard behind the gate, only the cawing of birds reached his ear from the direction of the gallows.
Jurand stood yet a long time before he raised the horn and sounded it again. But silence again was the sole response.
Now he understood that he was kept before the gate by Teuton pride, which knew no b
