"I remember," said his guest gravely, coming to his side. "Ah, boy!
thy brother's flight has been higher yet. Weep freely; fear me not.
Do I not know what it is, when those who were over-good for earth
have found their eagle's wings, and left us here?"
Ebbo gazed up through his tears into the noble, mournful face that
was bent kindly over him. "I will not seek to comfort thee by
counselling thee to forget," said Theurdank. "I was scarce thine
elder when my life was thus rent asunder, and to hoar hairs, nay, to
the grave itself, will she be my glory and my sorrow. Never owned I
brother, but I trow ye two were one in no common sort."
"Such brothers as we saw at Ulm were little like us," returned Ebbo,
from the bottom of his heart. "We were knit together so that all
will begin with me as if it were the left hand remaining alone to do
it! I am glad that my old life may not even in shadow be renewed
till after I have gone in quest of my father."
"Be not over hasty in that quest," said the guest, "or the infidels
may chance to gain two Freiherren instead of one.
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