And whom do you
think we rescued, besides a whole band of Venetian traders to whom he
had joined himself? Why, my uncle's friend, the architect, of whom
he used to speak--Master Moritz Schleiermacher."
"Moritz Schleiermacher! I knew him as a boy."
"He had been laying out a Lustgarten for the Romish king at
Innspruck, and he is a stout man of his hands, and attempted defence;
but he had such a shrewd blow before we came up, that he lay like one
dead; and when he was lifted up, he gazed at us like one moon-struck,
and said, 'Are my eyes dazed, or are these the twins of Adlerstein,
that are as like as face to mirror? Lads, lads, your uncle looked
not to hear of you acting in this sort.' But soon we and his people
let him know how it was, and that eagles do not have the manner of
snakes."
"Poor Master Moritz! Is he much hurt? Is Ebbo bringing him up
hither?"
"No, mother, he is but giddied and stunned, and now must you send
down store of sausage, sourkraut, meat, wine, and beer; for the wains
cannot all cross till daylight, and we must keep ward all night lest
the Schlangenwalden should fall on them again.
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