_Miklas_. Yet, mindful of what happened once, I made as though I had never seen the two; and when they asked whether there was a path that led to the sea and to the Burial-wife, and did not touch at town or capital, I said: "Oh, yes; yet it is difficult to follow it, and not wander lost by night among the bushes. Come in and sleep beside my hearth, and I will play the host and spread the straw for you, and early in the morning, for your sake and for God's sweet service my son will lead you to the witch-wife." It was said and done. The fire of pine chips had scarcely burned to ashes,--heigho!--I ran to the stable and flung the saddle on the horse; and when the early dawn of the March morning lay abroad white and misty on the hedges, I held my rein before your castle,--"To the Queen" my cry. Thou wert with me for the rest. _Coelestin_. Thinkest thou thy son--? _Miklas_. Set thyself at rest, My son has always been a clever youth and I answer for it they will be upon the spot before the sun there dips beneath the sea. Yes, if I mistake not ... but wait! [_He runs to the top of the hill, looks to the right and motions furtively._] Come here! But crouch down well, that they may not spy us. _Coelestin_. My God, my God, how my old limbs do tremble! It is joy! [_He goes up the slope, assisted by his attendant._] I see three coming. _Miklas_. The small one is my boy. The other two--thou knowest them? _Coelestin_. My eyes have failed me a little, else I might. [_Coming back down._] My God, if it were they! If the evening of my life might shine so clear that before I closed my eyes in death they might rest upon the Queen, their heart, their light, pleasured in happiness without alloy! At such a sight I think I could not die.... Come, come! Let us announce what we have seen; then may that bond once so shamefully severed in wrong and need, be solemnly renewed, before we turn our joyous bark toward home. Come, come! [_They all go out at the left._] [_The_ King _and_ Hans Lorbass _come in at the right from above, both unkempt and in rags like two wayfarers_. King _grown gray, lean, and sallow, comes down forward silent and gloomy._] _Hans Lorbass_ [_with hair grown quite white, and a wooden leg, carrying a sack on his back, calls into the wing_]. There, take it, rascal, it is the last! And leave! [_Coming down._] The clown has led us twelve whole hours without a path through bushes and morass. He knew well enough why he did it! _King_. Dost thou think-- _Hans Lorbass_. Oh let it be, no matter! _King_. Here is a fire. Is there corn in the sack? _Hans Lorbass_ [_opening the sack_]. Wait.... Yes. _King_. Good! I am hungry. _Hans Lorbass_. I am not, too? _King_. The corn was dear. Sometimes it costs us money, sometimes blood. _Hans Lorbass_. We do not pay the blood.