You and
your brother are the old man's only heirs, nor do ye incur any
obligation that need fret you by forestalling what would be your just
right. I will see my nephews as well equipped as any young baron of
them."
The mother looked anxiously at Ebbo. He bent his head with rising
colour, and said, "Thanks, kind uncle. From YOU I have learnt to
look on goodness as fatherly."
"Only," added Friedel, "if the Baron's station renders knighthood
fitting for him, surely I might remain his esquire."
"Never, Friedel!" cried his brother. "Without thee, nothing."
"Well said, Freiherr," said Master Sorel; "what becomes the one
becomes the other. I would not have thee left out, my Friedel, since
I cannot leave thee the mysteries of my craft."
"To-morrow!" said Friedel, gravely. "Then must the vigil be kept to-
night."
"The boy thinks these are the days of Roland and Karl the Great,"
said Wildschloss. "He would fain watch his arms in the moonlight in
the Dome Kirk! Alas! no, my Friedel! Knighthood in these days
smacks more of bezants than of deeds of prowess.
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