Some prudent person had torn the door off the hinges that they might not stifle.

Just in front of it stood a pretty red cow with a white star on her face.

A calf was by her side, and the mother had already sunk on her knees and was licking it in mortal terror.

I pitied the poor thing, and as Boemund Altrosen, the black-haired knight who entered your house with the rest after the ride to Kadolzburg, had just come there, I told him to save the calf.

Of course he obeyed my wish, and as it struggled he dragged it out of the stable with his strong arms.