The faithful Skovmark followed his master, caressing him; and when Sintram fell asleep on a stone seat in the wall, he lay at his feet, keeping watchful guard.

Suddenly he pricked up his ears, looked round with delight, and bounded joyfully down the mountain.

Just afterwards the chaplain of Drontheim appeared amongst the rocks, and the good beast went up to him as if to greet him, and then again ran back to the knight to announce the welcome visitor.
Sintram opened his eyes, as a child whose Christmas gifts have been placed at his bedside.

For the chaplain smiled at him as he had never yet seen him smile.

There was in it a token of victory and blessing, or at least of the near approach of both.