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I wot that he was my captive, and none of hers. And then came the mother; and oh, Friedel, she looked as if I were slaying her when she saw the spoil; and, ere I had made her see right and reason, the old lady came swooping down in full malice and spite, and actually came to blows. She struck the motherling struck her on the face, Friedel!" "I fear me it has so been before," said Friedel, sadly.
"Fie, poor little coward!" taunted the old lady; "never heed him, Ebbo, my brave Baron!" Cut to the heart, Christina took refuge in her room, and gathered her Friedel to her bosom, as he sobbed out, "Oh, mother, the poor little wolf! Oh, mother, are you weeping too? The grandmother should not so speak to the sweetest, dearest motherling," he added, throwing his arms round her neck.
Come to the window and see it, mother dear." The boy was so joyously excited that she could hardly withstand his delight, but she did not move. "Don't you like the velvet?" he continued. "We always said that, the first prize we won, the motherling should wear velvet. Do but look at it." "Woe is me, my Ebbo!" she sighed, bending to kiss his brow.
"Oh, those!" said Friedel, only now recalling them. "No, verily; they were but a moment's anger. I wanted to save the kid. I think it is old mother Rika's white kid. But oh, motherling! I grieve to have thus frightened you." Not a single word passed between them upon Ebbo's exploits.
So, motherling, are you going to sup? I shall not sleep till I have seen him!" "Hold, dear son." She leant over him and spoke low. "See him thou must, but let me first station Heinz and Koppel at the door with halberts, not within earshot, but thou art so entirely defenceless." She had the pleasure of seeing him laugh. "Less defenceless than when the kinsman of Wildschloss here visited us, mother?
He fervently declared that the motherling was more than equal to the wise spinning Queen Bertha of legend and lay; and the first pleasant sense of wealth came in the acquisition of horses, weapons, and braveries.
Yet, after all, I do not know that any noble training has produced a more high-minded loving youth," he added, half relenting as he looked at the gallant, earnest face, full of defiance indeed, but with a certain wistful appealing glance at "the motherling," softening the liquid lustrous dark eye.
"Motherling, I will restrain myself, so you will give me your word not to desert us." "Nay, Ebbo," said Friedel, "the motherling is too true and loving for us to bind her." "Children," she answered, "hear me patiently. I have been communing with myself, and deeply do I feel that none other can I love save him who is to you a mere name, but to me a living presence.
"Even so, sweet motherling, and therefore must Ebbo and I share it. You must mete out your liquor wisely, you see, enough for the credit of Adlerstein, and enough to keep out the marsh fog, yet not enough to make us snore too soundly. I am going to take my lute; it would be using it ill not to let it enjoy such a chance as a midnight watch."
"As thou saidst at the time, Wildschloss's looks gave shrewd cause for it." "The answer is in mine own heart," answered Ebbo. "Since our stay at Ulm, I have ever felt as though the sweet motherling were less my own! And the same with my house and lands.
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