But the horse appeared to be too much exhausted to carry his master so far.

Seeing this, the man advised him to mount the waggon with Bertalda.

The horse could be attached to it behind.
"It is down-hill," said he, "and the load for my greys will therefore be light." The knight accepted his offer, and entered the waggon with Bertalda.
The horse followed patiently after, while the waggoner, sturdy and attentive, walked beside them.
Amid the silence and deepening obscurity of the night, the tempest sounding more and more remote, in the comfortable feeling of their security, a confidential conversation arose between Huldbrand and Bertalda.

He reproached her in the most flattering words for her resentful flight.

She excused herself with humility and feeling; and from every tone of her voice it shone out, like a lamp guiding to the beloved through night and darkness, that Huldbrand was still dear to her.