The mother had no time for grief. Alas! She might have full time for that by and by! The one wish of the twins was to be together, and presently both were laid on the great bed in the upper chamber, Ebbo in a swoon from the pain of the transport, and Friedel lying so as to meet the first look of recovery. And, after Ebbo’s eyes had re-opened, they watched one another in silence for a short space, till Ebbo said: “Is that the hue of death on thy face, brother?”
“I well believe so,” said Friedel.
“Ever together,” said Ebbo, holding his hand. “But alas! My mother! Would I had never sent thee to the traitor.”
“Ah! So comes her comfort,” said Friedel. “Heard you not? He owned that my father was among the Turks.”
“And I,” cried Ebbo. “I have withheld thee! O Friedel, had I listened to thee, thou hadst not been in this fatal broil!”
“Nay, ever together,” repeated Friedel. “Through Ulm merchants will my mother be able to ransom him. I know she will, so oft have I dreamt of his return. Then, mother, you will give him our duteous greetings;” and he smiled again.
Like one in a dream Christina returned his smile, because she saw he wished it, just as the moment before she had been trying to staunch his wound.
It was plain that the injuries, except Ebbo’s sword-cut, were far beyond her skill, and she could only endeavour to check the bleeding till better aid could be obtained from Ulm. Thither Moritz Schleiermacher had already sent, and he assured her that he was far from despairing of the elder baron, but she derived little hope from his words, for gunshot wounds were then so ill understood as generally to prove fatal.
Moreover, there was an undefined impression that the two lives must end in the same hour, even as they had begun. Indeed, Ebbo was suffering so terribly, and was so much spent with pain and loss of blood, that he seemed sinking much faster than Friedel, whose wound bled less freely, and who only seemed benumbed and torpid, except when he roused himself to speak, or was distressed by the writhings and moans which, however, for his sake, Ebbo restrained as much as he could.
To be together seemed an all-sufficient consolation, and, when the chaplain came sorrowfully to give them the last rites of the Church, Ebbo implored him to pray that he might not be left behind long in purgatory.