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brother, I am so glad that the shoes, which I made for you hold out still."—He fell down, and wished to embrace his knees, but Roland raised him. up. "Look Roland, I love and honour you so much, that I should like to be your-footstool upon which your tired legs might repose. I formerly fought bravely, but now, it shall go on quite differently. It shall be stab on stab, and my awl and thongs shall be drawn through their hearts and entrails, so that the soul shall pipe like an imprisoned rat."
All appeared seated at the frugal meal more comforted and quiet; at least the distorted and despairing faces with which they had at first appeared before the commander, were no longer to be seen.
