from henceforth the disciple carefully provided for the sustenance of
her teacher in the wilderness.

And so, as the blessed knowledge of the truth sank more and more
deeply into Zelinda's soul, so that she was often sitting till dawn
before the youth, with cheeks glowing and hair dishevelled, her eyes
gleaming with delight and her hands folded, unable to withdraw
herself from his words, he, on his part, endeavored to make her
sensible at all times that it was only Fadrique's love for her which
had urged him, his friend, into this fatal desert, and that it was
this same love that had thus become the means for the attainment of
her highest spiritual good. She still well remembered the handsome
and terrible captain who had stormed the height that he might clasp
her in his arms; and she related to her friend how the same hero had
afterward saved her in the burning library. Heimbert too had many
pleasant things to tell of Fadrique--of his high knightly courage, of
his grave and noble manners, and of his love to Zelinda, which in the
night after the battle of Tunis was no longer concealed within his
passionate breast, but was betrayed to the young German in a thousand
unconscious expressions between sleeping and waking. Divine truth
and the image of her loving hero both at once sank deep within
Zelinda's heart, and struck root there with tender but indestructible
power. Heimbert's presence and the almost adoring admiration with
which his pupil regarded him did not disturb these feelings, for from
the first moment his appearance had something in it so pure and
heavenly that no thoughts of earthly love intruded. When Heimbert
was alone he would often smile happily within himself, saying in his
own beloved German tongue, "It is indeed delightful that I am now
able consciously to do the same service for Fadrique as he did for
me, unconsciously, with his angelic sister." And then he would sing