"
"And what have you done with the rogues' heads?" asked the old
knight. "I looked to see them on your spears. Or have you hung
them?"
"Not so, Sir," said Ebbo. "I sent the men off to Stuttgard with an
escort. I dislike doing execution ourselves; it makes the men so
lawless. Besides, this farmer was Schlangenwalder."
"And yet he came to you for redress?"
"Yes, for Sir Dankwart is at his commandery, and he and I agreed to
look after each other's lands."
Sir Eberhard retired to his chair as if all had gone past his
understanding, and thence he looked on while his son and wife
hospitably regaled, and then dismissed, their auxiliaries in the
rescue.
Afterwards Christina told her son that she thought his father was
rested, and would be better able to attend to him, and Ebbo, with a
painful swelling in his heart, approached him deferentially, with a
request that he would say what was his pleasure with regard to the
Emperor, to whom acknowledgments must in the first place be made for
his release, and next would arise the whole question of homage and
investiture.
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