What! art slow to
speak? Thinkest me too bad for thee?"
"No, Ebbo. Heaven knows thou art stronger, more resolute than I. I
am more likely to be too bad for thee. But so long as we can be
true, faithful God-fearing Junkern together, Heaven forbid that we
should part!"
"It is our bond!" said Ebbo; "nought shall part us."
"Nought but death," said Friedmund, solemnly.
"For my part," said Ebbo, with perfect seriousness, "I do not believe
that one of us can live or die without the other. But, hark! there's
an outcry at the castle! They have found out that they are locked
in! Ha! ho! hilloa, Hatto, how like you playing prisoner?"
Ebbo would have amused himself with the dismay of his garrison a
little longer, had not Friedel reminded him that their mother might
be suffering for their delay, and this suggestion made him march in
hastily. He found her standing drooping under the pitiless storm
which Frau Kunigunde was pouring out at the highest pitch of her
cracked, trembling voice, one hand uplifted and clenched, the other
grasping the back of a chair, while her whole frame shook with rage
too mighty for her strength.
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