"Away, ay, away!--away amid the green vineyards and golden cornfields; away up the steep mountains, where he frightened the eagles in their eyries; away down the clattering ravines, where the flashing cataracts tumble; away through the dark pine-forests, where the hungry wolves are howling; away over the dreary wolds, where the wild wind walks alone; away through the splashing quagmires, where the will-o'-the wisp slunk frightened among the reeds; away through light and darkness, storm and sunshine; away by tower and town, highroad and hamlet....

Brave horse! gallant steed! snorting child of Araby! On went the horse, over mountains, rivers, turnpikes, applewomen; and never stopped until he reached a livery-stable in Cologne, where his master was accustomed to put him up!" The conquered knight, Sir Gottfried, of course reveals the truth.

This Hildebrandt is no more than the lady's brother,--as it happened a brother in disguise,--and hence the likeness.

Wicked knights when they die always divulge their wicked secrets, and this knight Gottfried does so now.

Sir Ludwig carries the news home to the afflicted husband and father; who of course instantly sends off messengers for his wife and son.