Or wouldst thou first know thy friend yet better ?" His visor opened, and the hateful face of the little Master glared upon the knight.

Sintram asked, as if in a dream, "Art thou also that wicked enchantress Venus ?" "Something like her," answered the little Master, laughing, "or rather she is something like me.

And if thou wilt only get disenchanted, and recover the beauty of Prince of Paris,--then, O Prince Paris," and his voice changed to an alluring song, "then, O Prince Paris, I shall be fair like thee!" At this moment the good Rolf appeared above on the rampart; a consecrated taper in his lantern shone down into the moat, as he sought for the missing young knight.

"In God's name, Sir Sintram," he called out, "what has the spectre of whom you slew on Niflung's Heath, and whom I never could bury, to do with you ?" "Seest thou well?
hearest thou well ?" whispered the little Master, and drew back into the darkness of the underground passage.

"The wise man up there knows me well.