[Sintram and His Companions by Friedrich de la Motte Fouque]@TWC D-Link bookSintram and His Companions CHAPTER 3 2/7
Would you reprove him if I were slipping down a snow-cleft, and he caught me up roughly by the hair of my head ?" The priest looked tenderly at him, and would have spoken his holy thoughts, when Sintram suddenly sprang off the bed and asked after his father.
As soon as he heard of the knight's departure, he would not remain another hour in the castle; and put aside the fears of the chaplain and the old esquire, lest a rapid journey should injure his hardly restored health, by saying to them, "Believe me, reverend sir, and dear old Rolf, if I were not subject to these hideous dreams, there would not be a bolder youth in the whole world; and even as it is, I am not so far behind the very best.
Besides, till another year has passed, my dreams are at an end." On his somewhat imperious sign Rolf brought out the horses.
The boy threw himself boldly into the saddle, and taking a courteous leave of the chaplain, he dashed along the frozen valley that lay between the snow-clad mountains.
He had not ridden far, in company with his old attendant, when he heard a strange indistinct sound proceeding from a neighbouring cleft in the rock; it was partly like the clapper of a small mill, but mingled with that were hollow groans and other tones of distress.
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