There was nothing in thy heroic feat.

Come, take the joys of life while thou mayst." But Sintram sprang back, with a strong effort, into the circle of light made by the shining of the taper from above, and cried out, "Depart from me, unquiet spirit! I know well that I bear a name on me in which thou canst have no part." Little Master rushed in fear and rage into the passage, and, yelling, shut the iron door behind him.

It seemed as if he could still be heard groaning and roaring.
Sintram climbed up the wall of the moat, and made a sign to his foster-father not to speak to him: he only said, "One of my best joys, yes, the very best, has been taken from me; but, by God's help, I am not yet lost." In the earliest light of the following morning, he and Rolf stopped up the entrance to the perilous passage with huge blocks of stone..