Black Magic

r of Courtrai. "I have come here for that." Dirk slightly smiled. "Should I know more than you?" The Margrave's son flushed. "What you do know?--tell me." Dirk's smile deepened. "She was one Ursula, daughter of the Lord of Rooselaare, she was sent to the convent of the White Sisters in this town." "So you know it all," said Balthasar. "Well, what else?" "What else? I must tell you a familiar tale." "Certes, more so to you than to me." "Then, since you wish it, here is your story, sir." Dirk spoke in an indifferent voice well suited to the peace of the chamber; he looked at neither of his listeners, but always out of the window. "She was educated for a nun and, I think, desired to become one of the Order of the White Sisters. But when she was fifteen her brother died and she became her father's heiress. So many entered the lists for her hand--they contracted her to you." Balthasar pulled at the orange tassels on his slee