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It is not hard after the first" said Friedel. "I only waited to watch the old birds out again." "Robbed the eagles! And the young ones?" "Well," said Friedmund, as if half ashamed, "they were twin eaglets, and their mother had left them, and I felt as though I could not harm them; so I only bore off their provisions, and stuck some feathers in my cap.
"Get thee gone, boy, I would not quarrel with you; and it may be, as Friedel says, that we are best out of one another's way. You are used to lord it, and I can scarce make excuses for you." "Then," said Ebbo, scarce appeased, "I take home my mother, and you, sir, cease to favour Kasimir's suit." "No, Sir Baron. I cease not to think that nothing would be so much for your good.
Yet the more evident the expediency became, the greater grew her distaste. Still the lonely life weighed heavily on Ebbo. Light-hearted Friedel was ever busy and happy, were he chasing the grim winter game the bear and wolf with his brother, fencing in the hall, learning Greek with the chaplain, reading or singing to his mother, or carving graceful angel forms to adorn the chapel.
Not finding Friedel there, he was, however, some way up towards the tarn, when he met his brother wearing the beamy yet awestruck look that he often brought from the mountain height, yet with a steadfast expression of resolute purpose on his face. "Ah, dreamer!" said Ebbo, "I knew where to seek thee! Ever in the clouds!"
Did I not go over it last night till my brain was dizzy? But still, it is but living and dying like our fathers, and I hate tameness or dullness, and it is like a fool to go back from what one has once begun." "No; it is like a brave man, when one has begun wrong," said Friedel.
To be together seemed an all-sufficient consolation, and, when the chaplain came sorrowfully to give them the last rites of the Church, Ebbo implored him to pray that he might not be left behind long in purgatory. "Friedel," he said, clasping his brother's hand, "is even like the holy Sebastian or Maurice; but I I was never such as he.
He drew off his glove to caress her silken hair, and for a few minutes she was played with by the two brothers like a newly-invented toy, receiving their attentions with pretty half-frightened graciousness, until Count Rudiger hastened in to summon them, and Friedel placed her on his mother's knee, where she speedily became perfectly happy, and at ease.
"Ah!" sighed Ebbo, as soon as he had hurried out of reach of the temptation, "small use in being a baron if one is to be no better mounted!" "Thou art glad to have let that fair creature go free, though," said Friedel. "Nay, my mother's eyes would let me have no rest in keeping him. Otherwise Talk not to me of gladness, Friedel! Thou shouldst know better.
"The halter is ready, Herr Freiherr," said old Ulrich, "and yon rowan stump is still as stout as when your Herr grandsire hung three lanzknechts on it in one day. We only waited your bidding." "Quick then, and let me hear no more," said Ebbo, about to descend the pass, as if hastening from the execution of a wolf taken in a gin. "Has he seen the priest?" asked Friedel.
Transferring Ebbo to the arms of Schleiermacher, Friedel obeyed, and stepped towards the fallen foe. The wrongs of Adlerstein were indeed avenged, for the blood was welling fast from a deep thrust above the collar-bone, and the failing, feeble hand was wandering uncertainly among the clasps of the gorget.
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