He had been in good hands, and after a few weeks we were able to travel homeward--this time I went through beautiful Tyrol.

Louis's strength daily increased, but the wings of his soul had been paralyzed by suffering.

Alas, for long years he had dug and carried heavy loads, with chains on his feet, beneath a broiling sun.

Chevalier von Brand could not long endure this hard fate, but Louis, while in Tunis, forgot both how to laugh and weep, and which of the two can be most easily spared?
"Even when he saw my mother again, he could not shed a tear, yet his whole body--and surely his heart also--trembled with emotion.

Now he lives quietly at the castle.