The Ritter had the look of a warrior, Wulf noted with approval.  He drew himself up and clicked his heels, bowing his blond head crisply and with precision.  'Mainz, sir.  My father was seneschal to Duke Heribert Traugott.'  He saw the glint of in his new master's eye and knew the name would have meaning for him; in the Mainz chapter which had initiated von Schwarz,  Kasper Traugott ranked above all other priests, and was confessor to the select inner circles, the privileged communicants whose ranks one day Wulf hoped to join.  Blind the priest may be, but they said he had gifts given by God that gave him better than sight, and he had chosen Wulf personally for both the Order and this mission.  Holding the reins of the warhorse, the squire indicated the door to the izba.  'There is refreshment waiting within, my lord, but if you prefer to remove the dirt of the road there is a bathhouse which is ready for your use over to your left.  I will attend to your mount and then if you wish I can tell you what else has been prepared for your coming.'<br/>