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I was sitting with my chieftains and warriors round the hearth, forging our armour, and singing the while.Suddenly, above the din of our hammering and our singing, we heard so loud a noise that it silenced us in a moment, and we sat motionless as if we had been turned into stone.Before long the sound was repeated; and at last we made out that it must be caused by some person blowing a huge horn outside the castle, seeking for admittance.I went down myself to the gate, and as I passed through the court-yard all my dogs were so terrified by the extraordinary noise, as to be howling and crouching in their kennels instead of barking.I chid them, and called to them, but even the fiercest would not follow me.Then, thought I, I must show you the way to set to work; so I grasped my sword firmly, I set my torch on the ground close beside me, and I let the gates fly open without further delay.For I well knew that it would be no easy matter for any one to come in against my will.A loud laugh greeted me, and I heard these words, 'Well, well, what mighty preparations are these before one small man can find the shelter he seeks!' And in truth I did feel myself redden with shame when I saw the small stranger standing opposite to me quite alone.I called to him to come in at once, and offered my hand to him; but he still showed some displeasure, and would not give me his in return.As he went up, however, he became more friendly--he showed me the golden horn on which he sounded that blast, and which he carried screwed on his helmet, as well as another exactly like it.When he was sitting with us in the hall, he behaved in a very strange manner--sometimes he was merry, sometimes cross; by turns courteous and rude in his demeanour, without any one being able to see a motive for such constant changes.

I longed to know where he came from; but how could I ask my guest such a question? He told us as much as this, that he was starved with cold in our country, and that his own was much warmer.Also he appeared well acquainted with the city of Constantinople, and related fearful stories of how brothers, uncles, nephews, nay, even fathers and sons, thrust each other from the throne, blinded, cut out tongues, and murdered.At length he said his own name--it sounded harmonious, like a Greek name, but none of us could remember it.

Before long he displayed his skill as an armourer.He understood marvellously well how to handle the red-hot iron, and how to form it into more murderous weapons than any I had ever before seen.I would not suffer him to go on making them, for I was resolved to meet you in the field with equal arms, and such as we are all used to in our northern countries.Then he laughed, and said he thought it would be quite possible to be victorious without them, by skilful movements and the like if only I would entrust the command of my infantry to him, I was sure of victory.Then I thought that he who makes arms well must also wield them well--yet I required some proof of his powers.Ye lords, he came off victorious in trials of strength such as you can hardly imagine; and although the fame of young Sintram, as a bold and brave warrior, is spread far and wide, yet I can scarce believe that he could slay such an one as my Greek ally."He would have continued speaking, but the good Rolf came hastily back with a few followers, the whole party so ghastly pale, that all eyes were involuntarily fixed on them, and looked anxiously to hear what tidings they had brought.Rolf stood still, silent and trembling.

"Take courage, my old friend!" cried Sintram."Whatever thou mayest have to tell is truth and light from thy faithful mouth.""My dear master," began the old man, "be not angry, but as to burying that strange warrior whom you slew, it is a thing impossible.Would that we had never opened that wide hideous visor! For so horrible a countenance grinned at us from underneath it, so distorted by death, and with so hellish an expression, that we hardly kept our senses.

We could not by any possibility have touched him.I would rather be sent to kill wolves and bears in the desert, and look on whilst fierce birds of prey feast on their carcases."All present shuddered, and were silent for a time, till Sintram nerved himself to say, "Dear, good old man, why use such wild words as I never till now heard thee utter? But tell me, Jarl Eric, did your ally appear altogether so awful while he was yet alive?""Not as far as I know," answered Jarl Eric, looking inquiringly at his companions, who were standing around.They said the same thing;but on farther questioning, it appeared that neither the chieftain, nor the knights, nor the soldiers, could say exactly what the stranger was like.

"We must then find it out for ourselves, and bury the corpse," said Sintram; and he signed to the assembled party to follow him.All did so except the Lord of Montfaucon, whom the whispered entreaty of Gabrielle kept at her side.He lost nothing thereby.For though Niflung's Heath was searched from one end to the other many times, yet the body of the unknown warrior was no longer to be found.