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"The Hero Siegfried also, whom the minstrel made mention
of, worked, in the garb of servitude, behind the anvil."
"And at last cast the anvil to the ground, and the smith
after it," cried the host.
"Speak, Ingo, thyself; how wouldst thou have us treat thee?"
"I am a suppliant," answered the guest, with self-restraint,
"and it is not for me to contend as to how high or low thou rankest me
among the companions of thy bench. I do not boast of my name, but I do not conceal
it, and thou wilt not put me to common work."
"He thinks like me," exclaimed the Prince.
"Heroes always fear anything touching their honor,"
said the Princess, laughing. "What I ask is easily granted: only be pleased
to wear for a short time the dress which we give to strangers in our house;
in the meantime my husband will gain the goodwill of the people for thee. The
war will not last forever on the frontier. Cæsar will not fail to have
new conflicts; in a few months the noise will die away, and meanwhile we may
succeed in gaining also the King."
"I will think it over before night," said the host,
"for my wife is a prudent counselor, and I have often tried her advice.
Till then conceal thyself, oh, Hero, by a humble demeanor; but believe me, with
an oppressed heart do I long for the day when, in open hall, I can proclaim
what thine and my honor demand."
Thus the men left the chamber of the Princess. In the evening,
however, when the husband was sitting down on his couch, he exclaimed angrily:
"It cuts me to the heart that I shall see him in the lowest place on the
bench!"
But the Princess answered quietly: "First, prove whether
he is worthy of thy protection, for the manner of the stranger is uncommon,
and his destiny joyless; his secret we will conceal from every one, even from
our child Irmgard."
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