Yet, in fact, you have already helped to raise me.

Give heed awhile." Wilder and ever wilder were the strugglings on the ground; thick clouds hurried over the moon and the stars, on a long unknown wild journey; and Sintram's thoughts grew no less wild and stormy, while far and near an awful howling could be heard amidst the trees and the grass.

At length the mysterious being arose from the ground.

As if with a fearful curiosity, the moon, through a rent in the clouds, cast a beam upon Sintram's companion, and made clear to the shuddering youth that the little Master stood, by him.
"Avaunt!" cried he, "I will listen no more to thy evil stories about the knight Paris: they would end by driving me quite mad." "My stories about Paris are not needed for that!" grinned the little Master.

"It is enough that the Helen of thy heart should be journeying towards Montfaucon.