Cheers followed and they cried: “That is a beautiful wish. That will bring us good luck on our journey.”
Then Barbarossa placed before Barty a plate piled up with good things. He had never seen the like in all his life, and there was a beautiful piece of snow-white bread upon it, such a rare treat!
“Now, my son,” said the young man, “go bravely to work; let nothing be left”; and others cried, “Here is more, he shall have this.”
Barty gazed upon the treasures, his eyes growing larger and larger with delight. Another well-filled plate stood before Franzelie, who still held fast to her protector.
She was very hungry, and was about to put a morsel into her mouth when she saw that Barty was not eating, so she laid it back again upon the plate.
“Well, what is the matter, my brave grandson! What is your name?” said Barbarossa.
“Sebastian. They call me Barty.”
“Good Barty, my son, what deep thoughts make your eyes so large, and your appetite so small?”
“If I only had a sack or basket!”
“And what then?”