Only this much must you know, noble warriors--" "Young man," interrupted Folko with a reproving look, "already again so wild and fierce?
I desire that thou wilt hold thy peace about thy dreaming fancies." Sintram was silenced for a moment; but hardly had Folko begun smilingly to move towards the steps of the castle, than he cried out, "Oh, no, no, noble wounded knight, stay yet awhile; I will serve thee in everything that thy heart can desire; but herein I cannot serve thee.

Brave warriors, you must and shall know so much as this; I am no longer worthy to live under the same roof with the noble Baron of Montfaucon and his angelic wife Gabrielle.

And you, my aged father, good-night; long not for me.

I intend to live in the stone fortress on the Rocks of the Moon, till a change of some kind come over me." There was that in his way of speaking against which no one dared to set himself, not even Folko.
The wild Biorn bowed his head humbly, and said, "Do according to thy pleasure, my poor son; for I fear that thou art right." Then Sintram walked solemnly and silently through the castle-gate, followed by the good Rolf.

Gabrielle led her exhausted lord up to their apartments..