She would soon have taken the veil, but just then I came to aid her father in a bloody war, and rescued him from his enemies.

The old man represented this to her, and, softly smiling, she gave me her lovely hand.

His grief would not suffer the unhappy Weigand to remain in his own country.

It drove him forth as a pilgrim to Asia, whence our forefathers came, and there he did wonderful deeds, both of valour and self-abasement.

Truly, my heart was strangely weak when I heard him spoken of at that time.