When the meal was over she begged for distaff and spindle, “for she wanted to show that her spinning was no hunter’s tale.” This was spoken with a sly glance at the brothers. And, in truth, the threads she spun were as fine and even as a spider’s web, to the great amazement of Dame Roxana.
“I can embroider beautifully too,” said the maiden. “My mother, who could do wonders at it, taught me that, for she hoped to tame me with such fair work. But it was all in vain, for I had always finished before she expected it, and was out and away again to the stables or the chase.” She sighed a little. “But now the stud is sold; and, indeed, who could ride among these wretched mountains, where there is no room? Ah, there are the horses!” and she sprang from her seat. “I must go, or I shall not be home by nightfall; and surely grandfather must know how to chide if he be minded to, for he has such bushy eyebrows!” In a moment she had kissed the hand of Dame Roxana, greeted the brothers with a wave of her furry cap as she cast it upon her curly locks, and was away out of the hall and into her saddle like a whirlwind. But the brothers, too, had their horses ready, and were not to be hindered from bearing their young guest company to the outskirts of their lands. So, greeting Dame Roxana with laughing glances, they rode away, and she looked after them with grave eyes, though a smile was on her lips. Her heart was heavy, she knew not why, and she would fain have called her sons back to her.
It was with difficulty that Rolanda could be restrained from galloping up hill and down dale; only when her pity for the horses was stirred did she draw rein, saying with a sigh, “You call these walking chairs horses!”
As night was now falling, she begged the brothers to seek shelter beneath her grandfather’s roof. The old man was sitting by the hearth when they entered, stroking the white beard that fell down far over his breast.
“And where has this wild creature been now?” he kindly asked.
“In a dreadful prison, because of having trespassed on another’s hunting-ground! And here are my persecutors, whom I have brought with me to prove whether I speak truly.”
The old man’s gaze was full of kindliness as it rested upon the two youths, standing ready to do him homage. The evening meal was soon ready; nor was it less cheerful than that which they had shared at midday at Dame Roxana’s table. At early dawn Andrei and Mirea rode hence again. They were startled, as they passed under the castle windows, at finding themselves pelted by a shower of blossoms. But as they glanced upwards a window was hastily closed, and they saw no one.
This was the first of many mutual visits, of many riding and hunting parties, and pleasant hours passed in merry chatter within doors. But Rolanda had her sadder moments also, when she was more entrancing than ever; then she would speak of her dead parents, and of how lonely she was in the wide world; for her grandfather could not live much longer, and then she would not know whither to turn.
“Oh, cruel words!” Andrei would exclaim. “Are we, then, not thy brothers? and is there no home for thee here?”