There comes Meister Wilhelm with his cloak.

Give me your hand.

No, not this one, the other." Nicolas hesitated, but Janus grasped the boy's right hand in both of his, bent his tall figure to the latter's ear, and said in so low a tone that the musician could not understand: "Ere we part, take with you this word of counsel from one who means kindly.

Chains, even golden ones, drag us down, but liberty gives wings.
You shine in the glittering splendor, but we strike the Spanish chains with the sword, and I devote myself to our work.

Remember these words, and if you choose repeat them to your father." Janus Dousa turned his back on the boy, waved a farewell to the musician, and went away..