" The last
words were uttered almost unconsciously, and he had nearly fallen, as
the excitement faded; but, as they were lifting him down, he bent
once more and kissed the glossy neck of his horse. "Ah! poor fellow,
thou too wilt be lonely. May Ebbo yet ride thee!"
The mother had no time for grief. Alas! She might have full time
for that by and by! The one wish of the twins was to be together,
and presently both were laid on the great bed in the upper chamber,
Ebbo in a swoon from the pain of the transport, and Friedel lying so
as to meet the first look of recovery. And, after Ebbo's eyes had
re-opened, they watched one another in silence for a short space,
till Ebbo said: "Is that the hue of death on thy face, brother?"
"I well believe so," said Friedel.
"Ever together," said Ebbo, holding his hand. "But alas! My mother!
Would I had never sent thee to the traitor."
"Ah! So comes her comfort," said Friedel. "Heard you not? He owned
that my father was among the Turks."
"And I," cried Ebbo. "I have withheld thee! O Friedel, had I
listened to thee, thou hadst not been in this fatal broil!"
"Nay, ever together," repeated Friedel.
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