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like dastard,

      I’ll die like soldier free.”

      Thus Burgundy so bitter,

      Has at his breast his sword;

      When, see, breaks-in the Ritter

      Eckart, to save his lord!

      With cap and armour glancing,

      Bold on the foe he rides,

      His troop behind him prancing,

      And his two sons besides.

      Burgundy sees their token,

      And cries: “Now, God be praised!

      Not yet we’re beat or broken,

      Since Eckart’s flag is raised.”

      Then like a true knight, Eckart

      Dash’d gaily through the foe:

      But with his red blood flecker’d,

      His little son lay low.

      And when the fight was ended,

      Then Burgundy he speaks:

      “Thou hast me well befriended,

      Yet so as wets my cheeks.

      The foe is smote and flying;

      Thou’st saved my land and life;

      But here thy boy is lying,

      Returns not from the strife.”

      Then Eckart wept almost,

      The tear stood in his eye;

      He clasp’d the son he’d lost,

      Close to his breast the boy.

      “Why diedst thou, Heinz, so early,

      And scarce wast yet a man?

      Thou’rt fallen in battle fairly;

      For thee I’ll not complain.

      Thee, Prince, we have deliver’d;

      From danger thou art free:

      The boy and I are sever’d;

      I give my son to thee.”

      Then Burgundy our chief,

      His eyes grew moist and dim;

      He felt such joy and grief,

      So great that love to him.

      His heart was melting, flaming,

      He fell on Eckart’s breast,

      With sobbing voice exclaiming:

      “Eckart, my champion best,

      Thou stoodst when every other

      Had fled from me away;

      Therefore thou art my brother

      Forever from this day.

      The people shall regard thee

      As wert thou of my line;

      And could I more reward thee,

      How gladly were it thine!”

      And when we heard the same,

      We joy’d as did our prince;

      And Trusty Eckart is the name

      We’ve call’d him ever since.

      The voice of an old peasant sounded over the rocks, as he sang this ballad; and the Trusty Eckart sat in his grief, on the declivity of the hill, and wept aloud. His youngest boy was standing by him: “Why weepest thou aloud, my father Eckart?” said he: “Art thou not great and strong, taller and braver than any other man? Whom, then, art thou afraid of?”

      Meanwhile the Duke of Burgundy was moving homewards to his Tower. Burgundy was mounted on a stately horse, with splendid trappings; and the gold and jewels of the princely Duke were glittering in the evening sun; so that little Conrad could not sate himself with viewing and admiring the magnificent procession. The Trusty Eckart rose, and looked gloomily over it; and young Conrad, when the hunting train had disappeared, struck up this stave:

      On good steed,

      Sword and shield

      Wouldst thou wield,

      With spear and arrow;

      Then had need

      That the marrow

      In thy arm,

      That thy heart and blood,

      Be good,

      To save thy head from harm.

      The old man clasped his son to his bosom, looking with wistful tenderness on his clear blue eyes. “Didst thou hear that good man’s song?” said he.

      “Ay, why not?” answered Conrad: “he sang it loud enough, and thou art the Trusty Eckart thyself, so I liked to listen.”

      “That same Duke is now my enemy,” said Eckart; “he keeps my other son in prison, nay has already put him to death, if I may credit what the people say.”

      “Take down thy broad-sword, and do not suffer it,” cried Conrad; “they will tremble to see thee, and all the people in the whole land will stand by thee, for thou art their greatest hero in the land.”

      “Not so, my son,” said the other; “I were then the man my enemies have called me; I dare not be unfaithful to my liege; no, I dare not break the peace which I have pledged to him, and promised on his hand.”

      “But what wants he with us, then?” said Conrad, impatiently.

      Eckart sat down again, and said: “My son, the entire story of it would be long, and thou wouldst scarcely understand it. The great have always their worst enemy in their own hearts, and they fear it day and night; so Burgundy has now come to think that he has trusted me too far; that he has nursed in me a serpent in his bosom. People call me the stoutest warrior in our country; they say openly that he owes me land and life; I am named the Trusty Eckart; and thus oppressed and suffering persons turn to me, that I may get them help. All this he cannot suffer. So he has taken up a grudge against me; and every one that wants to rise in favour with him increases his distrust; so that at last he has quite turned away his heart from me.”

      Hereupon the hero Eckart told, in smooth words, how Burgundy had banished him from his sight, how they had become entire strangers to each other, as the Duke suspected that he even meant to rob him of his dukedom. In trouble and sorrow, he proceeded to relate how the Duke had cast his son into confinement, and was threatening the life of Eckart himself, as of a traitor to the land.

      But Conrad said to his father: “Wilt thou let me go, my old father, and speak with the Duke, to make him reasonable and kind to thee? If he has killed my brother, then he is a wicked man, and thou must punish him; but that cannot be, for he could not so falsely forget the great service thou hast done him.”

      “Dost thou know the old proverb?” said Eckart:

      “Doth the king require thy aid,

      Thou’rt a friend can ne’er be paid;

      Hast thou help’d him through his trouble

      Friendship’s grown an empty bubble.

      Yes; my whole life has been wasted in vain. Why did he make me great, to cast me down the deeper? The friendship of princes is like a deadly poison, which can only be employed against our enemies, and with which at last we unwarily kill ourselves.”

      “I will to the Duke,” cried Conrad: “I will call back into his soul all that thou hast done, that thou hast suffered for him; and he will again be as of old.”

      “Thou hast forgot,” said Eckart, “that they look on us as traitors. Therefore let us fly together to some foreign country, where a better

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