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Interruption came at last, however. There was a sudden knock at the door at noon, and with scant ceremony Heinz entered, followed by three other of the men-at-arms, fully equipped. "Ha! what means this?" demanded Ebbo. "Peace, Sir Baron," said Heinz, advancing so as to place his large person between Ebbo's bed and the strange hunter. "You know nothing of it.
When how where?" "Last harvest-tide at the Debateable Strand," said Ebbo, never able to speak of the encounter without a weight at his heart, but drawn on by the earnestness of the old foe of Schlangenwald. "It was a meeting in full career lances broken, sword-stroke on either hand. I was sore wounded, but my sword went through his collar-bone."
"They can scarce pay meal and poultry enough for our daily fare; and if we were to flay them alive, we should not get sixty groschen from the whole." "True enough! Knighthood must wait till we win it," said Ebbo, gloomily. "Nay, it is accepted," said Wildschloss. "The Kaisar loves his iron chest too well to let you go back.
"But then I thought of the grandame triumphing over the gentle mother and I know the mother wept over her beads half the night. She SHALL find she has had her own way for once this morning." Friedel was silent for a few moments, then said, "Let me tell thee what I saw yesterday, Ebbo." "So," answered the other brother. "I liked not to vex my mother by my tidings, so I climbed up to the tarn.
It was a moment of peril when Ebbo touched it; but he had nerved himself to be both steady and dexterous, and he secured it without a jingle, and then, without entering the hall, descended into a passage lit by a rough opening cut in the rock.
Christina could not but observe, with a strange sense of foreboding, that, while one son was more than ever in the lonely mountain heights, the other was far more at the base. Master Moritz Schleiermacher was a constant guest at the castle, and Ebbo was much taken up with his companionship.
"Either a Venetian mountebank," said Wildschloss, "or else there is only one man I know of either so foolhardy or so steady of head." "Be he who he may," said Ebbo, "he is the bravest man that ever I beheld. Who is he, Sir Kasimir?" "An eagle of higher flight than ours, no doubt," said Wildschloss.
Space was wanting for the concourse of guests, and Master Sorel had decided that the younger Baron should not be included in the invitation. Friedel pardoned him more easily than did Ebbo, who not only resented any slight to his double, but in his fits of shy pride needed the aid of his readier and brighter other self.
"It might be so," said Friedel, thoughtfully. "It may be best to keep this secret from her till we have fuller certainty." "Agreed then," said Ebbo, "unless the Wildschloss fellow should again molest us, when his answer is ready." "Is this just towards my mother?" said Friedel. "Just! What mean'st thou? Is it not our office and our dearest right to shield our mother from care?
Nor would I put any between you and me. Fear me not, Ebbo. I think the mothers and sons of this wider, fuller world do not prize one another as we do. But, my son, this is no matter for rage or ingratitude. Remember it is no small condescension in a noble to stoop to thy citizen mother." "He knew what painted puppets noble ladies are," growled Ebbo.
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