They found the two knights drinking wine within.

Folko was relating stories in his usual mild and cheerful manner, and Biorn was listening with a moody air, but yet as if, against his will, the dark cloud might pass away before that bright and gentle courtesy.

Gabrielle saluted the baron with a smile, and signed to him to continue his discourse, as she took her place near the knight Biorn, full of watchful kindness.

Sintram stood by the hearth, abstracted and melancholy; and the embers, as he stirred them, cast a strange glow over his pallid features.
"And of all the German trading-towns," continued Montfaucon, "the largest and richest is Hamburgh.

In Normandy we willingly see their merchants land on our coasts, and those excellent people never fail to prove themselves our friends when we seek their advice and assistance.
When I first visited Hamburgh, every honour and respect was paid to me.
I found its inhabitants engaged in a war with a neighbouring count, and immediately I used my sword for them, vigorously and successfully." "Your sword! your knightly sword!" interrupted Biorn; and the old wonted fire flashed from his eyes.