"Little lady," he said, "is this the Debateable Ford?"
"No; now it is the Friendly Bridge," said the child.
The pilgrim started, as with a pang of recollection. "And what is
yonder castle?" he further asked.
"Schloss Adlerstein," she said, proudly.
"And you are the little lady of Adlerstein Wildschloss?"
"Yes," again she answered; and then, gathering courage--"You are a
holy pilgrim! Come up to the castle for supper and rest." And then,
springing past him, she flew up to the knight, crying, "Herr
Freiherr, here is a holy pilgrim, weary and hungry. Let us take him
home to the mother."
"Did he take thee for a wild elf?" said the young man, with an elder-
brotherly endeavour to right the little cap that had slidden under
the chin, and to push back the unmanageable wealth of hair under it,
ere he rose; and he came forward and spoke with kind courtesy, as he
observed the wanderer's worn air and feeble step. "Dost need a
night's lodging, holy palmer? My mother will make thee welcome, if
thou canst climb as high as the castle yonder.
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