"Restless, quietless, I wander up and down.""Thou must not perish here in the snow before my eyes.""That I will not."
"Thou must come up and sit on my horse."
"That I will." And all at once he started up out of the snow with surprising strength and agility, and sat on the horse behind Sintram, clasping him tight in his long arms.The horse, startled by the rattling of the bones, and as if seized with madness, rushed away through the most trackless passes.The boy soon found himself alone with his strange companion; for Rolf, breathless with fear, spurred on his horse in vain, and remained far behind them.From a snowy precipice the horse slid, without falling, into a narrow gorge, somewhat indeed exhausted, yet continuing to snort and foam as before, and still unmastered by the boy.Yet his headlong course being now changed into a rough irregular trot, Sintram was able to breathe more freely, and to begin the following discourse with his unknown companion.
"Draw thy garment closer around thee, thou pale man, so the bones will not rattle, and I shall be able to curb my horse.""It would be of no avail, boy; it would be of no avail.The bones must rattle.""Do not clasp me so tight with thy long arms, they are so cold.""It cannot be helped, boy; it cannot be helped.Be content.For my long cold arms are not pressing yet on thy heart.""Do not breathe on me so with thy icy breath.All my strength is departing.""I must breathe, boy; I must breathe.But do not complain.I am not blowing thee away."The strange dialogue here came to an end; for to Sintram's surprise he found himself on an open plain, over which the sun was shining brightly, and at no great distance before him he saw his father's castle.While he was thinking whether he might invite the unearthly pilgrim to rest there, this one put an end to his doubts by throwing himself suddenly off the horse, whose wild course was checked by the shock.Raising his forefinger, he said to the boy, "I know old Biorn of the Fiery Eyes well; perhaps but too well.Commend me to him.It will not need to tell him my name; he will recognize me at the description." So saying, the ghastly stranger turned aside into a thick fir-wood, and disappeared rattling amongst the tangled branches.
Slowly and thoughtfully Sintram rode on towards his father's castle, his horse now again quiet and altogether exhausted.He scarcely knew how much he ought to relate of his wonderful journey, and he also felt oppressed with anxiety for the good Rolf, who had remained so far behind.He found himself at the castle-gate sooner than he had expected; the drawbridge was lowered, the doors were thrown open; an attendant led the youth into the great hall, where Biorn was sitting all alone at a huge table, with many flagons and glasses before him, and suits of armour ranged on either side of him.It was his daily custom, by way of company, to have the armour of his ancestors, with closed visors, placed all round the table at which he sat.The father and son began conversing as follows:
"Where is Rolf?"
"I do not know, father; he left me in the mountains.""I will have Rolf shot if he cannot take better care than that of my only child.""Then, father, you will have your only child shot at the same time, for without Rolf I cannot live; and if even one single dart is aimed at him, I will be there to receive it, and to shield his true and faithful heart.""So!--Then Rolf shall not be shot, but he shall be driven from the castle.""In that case, father, you will see me go away also; and I will give myself up to serve him in forests, in mountains, in caves.""So'--Well, then, Rolf must remain here.""That is just what I think, father."
"Were you riding quite alone?"
"No, father; but with a strange pilgrim.He said that he knew you very well--perhaps too well." And thereupon Sintram began to relate and to describe all that had passed with the pale man.
"I know him also very well," said Biorn."He is half crazed and half wise, as we sometimes are astonished at seeing that people can be.
But do thou, my boy, go to rest after thy wild journey.I give you my word that Rolf shall be kindly received if he arrive here; and that if he do not come soon, he shall be sought for in the mountains.""I trust to your word, father," said Sintram, half humble, half proud; and he did after the command of the grim lord of the castle.
