I will now go down to the evening meal." So saying, he sprang up and threw on his furred mantle.
But Rolf stopped him, and said, entreatingly: "My dear young master, you would do better to take your meal to-day alone here in your own apartment; for there is a guest with your father, in whose company I should be very sorry to see you.

If you will remain here, I will entertain you with pleasant tales and songs." "There is nothing in the world which I should like better, dear Rolf," answered Sintram; "but it does not befit me to shun any man.

Tell me, whom should I find with my father ?" "Alas!" said the old man, "you have already found him in the mountain.
Formerly, when I used to ride about the country with Biorn, we often met with him, but I was forbidden to tell you anything about him; and this is the first time that he has ever come to the castle." "The crazy pilgrim!" replied Sintram; and he stood awhile in deep thought, as if considering the matter.

At last, rousing himself, he said, "Dear old friend, I would most willingly stay here this evening all alone with you and your stories and songs, and all the pilgrims in the world should not entice me from this quiet room.

But one thing must be considered.