I trust that it will yet go well with my poor troubled life." The chaplain assented kindly, and soon afterwards the travellers passed under the echoing vaulted gateway into the castle-yard.

At a sign from the priest, the retainers approached with respectful haste, and took charge of the horse; then he and Sintram went through long winding passages and up many steps to the remote chamber which the chaplain had chosen for himself; far away from the noise of men, and near to the clouds and the stars.

There the two passed a quiet day in devout prayer, and earnest reading of Holy Scripture.
When the evening began to close in, the chaplain arose and said: "And now, my knight, get ready thy horse, and mount and ride back again to thy father's castle.

A toilsome way lies before thee, and I dare not go with you.

But I can and will call upon the Lord for you all through the long fearful night.