As Friedrich led his men out to re-establish a picquet line he saw the Freishutze clustered around a barrel presumably of ale from the inn in Landsberg village. Spotting Ilse among them, he diverted his route slightly to pass by.
Friedrich rode up to Ilse, “Thanks for that shot, it certainly saved my life”
“Now we’re even and we’ve things to finish discussing”
“Ilse, this is not the time or place”
“Well…. I’m waiting for a proposal”
“I had to ask your father first”
“Pathetic excuse”
“So will you marry me Ilse”
“About time…. yes”
All the Freihussaren and Freishutze burst into loud cheers as Friedrich swept Ilse up onto his horse and kissed her.
Seamus O’Malley nudged Mariusz Kulenovich – “I know what’s that’s like” but Mariusz was busily counting the contents of a purse he had recovered from a French officer, it would more than cover his debts.
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Huzzah! =)
*girn* . . . as if we couldn't see that coming.
-- Jeff
Now comes the hard part, planning the wedding. Just who could ne the maid of honor and best man.
Young love, eh? Dear (sniff) dear me.
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