Eberardo! That was what we called il Tedesco, and, when he once told
me his family name, it ended in stino; but all these foreign names
sound alike. Let us speed on, lest these accursed peasants should
wake, and be beyond the control of the signorino."
"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. How is one to be a knight with nothing to ride but a beast
old enough to be his grandmother?"
"Knighthood of the heart may be content to go afoot," said Friedel.
"Oh, Ebbo, what a brother thou art! How happy the mother will be!"
"Pfui, Friedel; what boots heart without spur? I am sick of being
mewed up here within these walls of rock! No sport, not even with
falling on a traveller. I am worse off than ever were my
forefathers!"
"But how is it? I cannot understand," asked Friedel.
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