CHAPTER 3



The rays of the sun shining brightly into the room awoke Sintram, and
raising himself up, he looked angrily at the chaplain, and said, "So
there is a priest in the castle! And yet that accursed dream
continues to torment me even in his very presence. Pretty priest he
must be!"

"My child," answered the chaplain in the mildest tone, "I have prayed
for thee most fervently, and I shall never cease doing so--but God
alone is Almighty."

"You speak very boldly to the son of the knight Biorn," cried
Sintram. "'My child!' If those horrible dreams had not been again
haunting me, you would make me laugh heartily."

"Young Lord Sintram," said the chaplain, "I am by no means surprised
that you do not know me again; for in truth, neither do I know you
again." And his eyes filled with tears as he spoke.

The good Rolf looked sorrowfully in the boy's face, saying, "Ah, my
dear young master, you are so much better than you would make people
believe. Why do you that? Your memory is so good, that you must
surely recollect your kind old friend the chaplain, who used formerly