would still be the demon’s captive till the treasure should be in the hands of its rightful owner: this was soon effected. The baron, who had had a “heavy miss” of his friend, welcomed him back with all his heart and soul; and Berthabut all the lovers who read my legend—and all my readers either are, have been, or will be so—will understand her feelings better than I can describe them. Sir Baldwin was instantly acknowledged the knight’s accepted son; and Bertha, without the sacrifice of Sir Thimo’s fortune, wore the bridal ornaments on her wedding day. But before that period, on the first night Sir Baldwin passed in her father’s castle, a gentle voice stole on his ear as he was endeavouring to compose himself to sleep—“Thanks, noble knight,” it breathed, “thanks for your dauntless courage! I am the spirit of the redeemed Urilda: seek my body in the cavern under the castle of Frankenberg, and give it a tomb in the vaults of my ancestors. Farewell, noble knight! all happiness henceforth be the portion of you and yours!” Sir Baldwin awoke, obeyed the spirit, married Bertha, and, of course, lived very happily ever after.
