"No."
"Nor yesterday?"
"Neither."
"Tis a pity, for it is said, that, what we dream the first night in a new domicile comes true. Now confess, are you not a very awkward young man?" she continued after a short pause.
"I?" asked Ekkehard greatly surprised.
"As you hold constant intercourse with the poets, why did you not invent some graceful dream, and tell it me? Poetry and dreams,--'tis all the same, and it would have given me pleasure."
"If such is your command," said Ekkehard, "I will do so the next time you ask me; even if I have dreamt nothing."
Such conversations were entirely new and mystical for Ekkehard. "You still owe me your opinion of Virgil," said he.
"Well," returned Dame Hadwig, "if I had been a queen in Roman lands, I do not know whether I should not have burnt the poem, and imposed eternal silence on the man ..."
Ekkehard stared at her, full of amazement.