But nothing had yet been said about Biberli.

On the evening before the young noble's departure, however, a travelling minstrel came to the castle, who sang of the deeds of former crusaders, and alluded very touchingly to the loneliness of the wounded knight, Herr Weisenthau, on his couch of pain.

Then the Lady Wendula remembered her eldest son, and the fraternal tendance which Biberli had given him.
"And so," the servant went on, "in the anxiety of a mother's heart she urged me to accompany Heinz, her darling, as esquire; and watch over his welfare." "Since I could use a pen, I was to write now and then what a mother desires to hear of a son.

She felt great confidence in me, because she believed that I was true and steadfast.

And I have kept in every respect the vow I then made to the Lady Wendula--that she should not find herself mistaken in me.