"It has been very dear
to me, and I longed to see its gray depths once more."
"Once! Yea manifold times shalt thou see them," said Ebbo.
"Schleiermacher tells me that these are no Janissaries, but a mere
miscreant horde, even by whom glory can scarce be gained, and no
peril at all."
"I know not," said Friedel, "but it is to me as if I were taking my
leave of all these purple hollows and heaven-lighted peaks cleaving
the sky. All the more, Ebbo, since I have made up my mind to a
resolution."
"Nay, none of the old monkish fancies," cried Ebbo, "against them
thou art sworn, so long as I am true knight."
"No, it is not the monkish fancy, but I am convinced that it is my
duty to strive to ascertain my father's fate. Hold, I say not that
it is thine. Thou hast thy charge here--"
"Looking for a dead man," growled Ebbo; "a proper quest!"
"Not so," returned Friedel. "At the camp it will surely be possible
to learn, through either Schlangenwald or his men, how it went with
my father. Men say that his surviving son, the Teutonic knight, is
of very different mould.
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