It happened however, when the eyes of the Duchess were resting with pride on her sons, that her mother's heart thought with grief of the solemn oath she had sworn on her wedding-day.
With how much more pride would she have looked upon her sons if she could have known them to be the offspring of a high and noble race. She did not doubt however that her beloved husband's lineage was a most noble one. Yet the thought that his sons might never bear their father's name, nor be able to add new glories to it, was lying heavily on her mind, and darkened the radiant image of her husband, that like a deity filled her whole soul.
The fatal question she had for so long withheld burst one day forcibly from her lips.
When she had pronounced the awful words, the proud hero grew pale, and freeing himself softly from her tender embrace, he cried out in bitter grief: "Woe to thee, my beloved wife and woe also to me! Now that thou hast uttered the question thou didst sware solemnly never to ask, our happiness is gone for ever. I must part from thee, never to see thee again."
A cry of anguish rose from her lips, but she was unable to keep him back. Waving his hand to her in a mute farewell her noble husband left the castle. He went to the Rhine and blew his silver horn.
Its sound was echoed from the shore like a long sob. The white swan with the boat soon appeared gliding gently over the river.
Lohengrin stepped into the boat and soon vanished out of sight and was seen no more.
His unhappy wife was inconsolable. Her grief was so intense that a short time after her health gave way, and she sank into a premature grave.
Her sons became the ancestors of a noble and distinguished race in the Rhenish country. Their badge is a swan.
The traveller who visits Cleve will still find a tombstone in its church with a knight carved on it, and a swan sitting at his feet.