Friedel, who began to comprehend, followed him
close and joyfully, and at the first door he fitted in, and with some
difficulty turned, a key, and pushed open the door of a vault, where
morning light, streaming through the grated window, showed two
captives, who had started to their feet, and now stood regarding the
pair in the doorway as if they thought their dreams were multiplying
the young Baron who had led the attack.
"Signori--" began the principal of the two; but Ebbo spoke.
"Sir, you have been brought here by a mistake in the absence of my
mother, the lady of the castle. If you will follow me, I will
restore all that is within my reach, and put you on your way."
The merchant's knowledge of German was small, but the purport of the
words was plain, and he gladly left the damp, chilly vault. Ebbo
pointed to the bales that strewed the hall. "Take all that can be
carried," he said. "Here is your sword, and your purse," he said,
for these had been given to him in the moment of victory. "I will
bring out your horse and lead you to the pass.
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