The rays of the sun shining brightly into the room awoke Sintram, and raising himself up, he looked angrily at the chaplain, and said, "So there is a priest in the castle! And yet that accursed dream continues to torment me even in his very presence.

Pretty priest he must be!" "My child," answered the chaplain in the mildest tone, "I have prayed for thee most fervently, and I shall never cease doing so--but God alone is Almighty." "You speak very boldly to the son of the knight Biorn," cried Sintram.
"'My child!' If those horrible dreams had not been again haunting me, you would make me laugh heartily." "Young Lord Sintram," said the chaplain, "I am by no means surprised that you do not know me again; for in truth, neither do I know you again." And his eyes filled with tears as he spoke.
The good Rolf looked sorrowfully in the boy's face, saying, "Ah, my dear young master, you are so much better than you would make people believe.
Why do you that?
Your memory is so good, that you must surely recollect your kind old friend the chaplain, who used formerly to be constantly at the castle, and to bring you so many gifts--bright pictures of saints, and beautiful songs ?" "I know all that very well," replied Sintram thoughtfully.

"My sainted mother was alive in those days." "Our gracious lady is still living, God be praised," said the good Rolf.
"But she does not live for us, poor sick creatures that we are!" cried Sintram.

"And why will you not call her sainted?
Surely she knows nothing about my dreams ?" "Yes, she does know of them," said the chaplain; "and she prays to God for you.

But take heed, and restrain that wild, haughty temper of yours.
It might, indeed, come to pass that she would know nothing about your dreams, and that would be if your soul were separated from your body; and then the holy angels also would cease to know anything of you." Sintram fell back on his bed as if thunderstruck; and Rolf said, with a gentle sigh, "You should not speak so severely to my poor sick child, reverend sir." The boy sat up, and with tearful eyes he turned caressingly towards the chaplain: "Let him do as he pleases, you good, tender-hearted Rolf; he knows very well what he is about.