First a portion of the armed escort, then the heavy wagons, which slowly and helplessly rumbled along over the stones; some of them without drivers, but kept in line by their well-trained horses.
Mr.Schroeter stood at the gate, leaning upon Anton, and counted each wagon as it passed; and as the last rolled off, he said, "Done at last," and consented to be led away.
In the very next cross-street the procession turned into the great court-yard of another inn.

When the last of the wagons had at length had its horses unharnessed, and the soldiers had barred the gate from within, the merchant fell down in a swoon, and was carried into the house.
He was placed in a small room, a guard stationed at his door, and another in the court.

Anton remained alone with the sufferer.

Full of anxiety, he knelt by his bed, unfastened his clothes, and bathed his face with cold water.

After a time Mr.Schroeter revived, opened his eyes, looked gratefully at Anton, and pointed to the window.
Anton looked out, and said, joyously, "It opens upon the court-yard.