His mother would scarcely
answer till she had satisfied herself that his eye was clear, his
voice steady, his hand cool, and that, as she said, "That Kaisar had
done him no harm."
"Ah, then it was true! Where is he? Gone?" cried Ebbo, eagerly.
"No, in the hall below, busy with letters they have brought him. Lie
still, my boy; he has done thee quite enough damage for one day."
"But, mother, what are you saying! Something disloyal, was it not?"
"Well, Ebbo, I was very angry that he should have half killed you
when he could so easily have spoken one word. Heaven forgive me if I
did wrong, but I could not help it."
"Did HE forgive you, mother?" said Ebbo, anxiously.
"He--oh yes. To do him justice he was greatly concerned; devised
ways of restoring thee, and now has promised not to come near thee
again without my leave," said the mother, quite as persuaded of her
own rightful sway in her son's sick chamber as ever Kunigunde had
been of her dominion over the castle.
"And is he displeased with me? Those cowardly vindictive rascals, to
fall on him, and set me at nought! Before him, too!" exclaimed Ebbo,
bitterly.
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