Then come to me, and bind up my wounds.

My right arm is broken." Sintram obeyed the baron's commands.

When the tokens of victory had been secured, and the broken arm bound up, Folko desired the youth to help him back to the castle.
"O Heavens!" said Sintram in a low voice, "if I dared to look in your face! or only knew how to come near you!" "Thou wert indeed going on in an evil course," said Montfaucon, gravely; "but how could we, any of us, stand before God, did not repentance help us?
At any rate, thou hast now saved my life, and let that thought cheer thy heart." The youth with tenderness and strength supported the baron's left arm, and they both went their way silently in the moonlight..