Thou must love him now, Ebbo."
"Love him as one loves one's loftiest model," said Ebbo--"value the
old castle the more for sheltering him."
"Hath he made himself known to thee?"
"Not openly, but there is only one that he can be."
Christina smiled, thankful that the work of pardon and reconciliation
had been thus softened by the personal qualities of the enemy, whose
conduct in the chapel had deeply moved her.
"Then all will be well, blessedly well," she said.
"So I trust," said Ebbo, "but the bell broke our converse, and he
laid me down as tenderly as--O mother, if a father's kindness be like
his, I have truly somewhat to regain."
"Knew he aught of the fell bargain?" whispered Christina.
"Not he, of course, save that it was a year of Turkish inroads. He
will speak more perchance to-morrow. Mother, not a word to any one,
nor let us betray our recognition unless it be his pleasure to make
himself known."
"Certainly not," said Christina, remembering the danger that the
household might revenge Friedel's death if they knew the foe to be in
their power.
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