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"It is just this harmless and exceptionally well-disposed character of the child which wins all hearts, so that one cannot help treating him with peculiar love. No talk of sending Erick away before Easter can be considered, and much can happen before then, my dear husband." "Oh, yes," the latter agreed, "only do not look for an answer from Denmark, for it would be in vain.
As now the warriors sat hidden behind the heap of straw and had time for questions and answers, Erick asked again: "What are you going to put in the baskets?" "Grapes, if you insist on knowing!" Churi shouted at him, "and you too will find them good when you eat them." After the bells had stopped ringing and all was quiet round about, Churi commanded them to start.
Brought before the druids of Karnak and confronted by Erick, he confessed his crime. Whereupon the oldest of the druids said: "'In the name of Hesus, He who is because he is, in the name of Teutates, who presides over journeys in this world and in the others, hear: The expiatory blood of the murderer is agreeable to Hesus.... You are about to be born again in other worlds.
In the midst of the game Erick stopped, ran away and did not return. Once a number of wandering journeymen had passed by; they had sung loud and joyously their wander-songs, one after the other. Away was Erick, and one could see him far away, quietly following the singing men.
"But you shall have one just like your mother's, my boy. I can now bear the sight of it again," the grandfather said. "Does old John still live, who made the barge and scraped the pebble-walks so nicely?" Erick asked another time. "What, you know of that too?
The mother took Erick in her arms and after she pressed him to her heart, she said: "My dear Erick, never forget your mother's song! It has already brought you once from the wrong road into the right one; it will guide you well as long as you live. Keep it in your heart, my Erick."
The little fellow ran after him wherever he went, and looked delighted when he saw him from afar; then he rushed at him and was always sure of a pleasant reception and jocular conversation, for Erick was always friendly, talkative and in good humor, and never buried in history books which often made Edi unhappy.
Tell me now, what you do and why you have to spoil everything?" demanded Kaetheli, rather huffed, for she could not yet get over the fact that she had crawled all for nothing into the incomparable hiding-place in the goat-shed. "I will tell you, Kaetheli, for you must not think that I purposely spoil everything for you. I did not think of that," said Erick, excusing himself.
Just think, Erick's curls will be burned off and his handsome face will be so marred that we shall not know him." Sally had become as white as snow from fright. "Come quickly, Kaetheli," she said urgently, "we will run after Erick and tell him everything, come!" "It is much too late, why, what do you think," Kaetheli said, "they started early this morning. Erick is already burned."
When later the pastor told his wife of their transaction, she did not quite agree with it; she thought that she might keep the orphaned Erick for a while with her; in fact she should prefer to keep him altogether, for she had already taken this loving, trusting boy deep into her heart.
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