The Brothers Lionheart
” said Mathias.
“I don’t know yet,” said Jonathan. “But a time may come when I’ll need them.”
“A time may come when you’ll be caught too,” said Mathias.
But Jonathan tore off his beard and rags and put on the helmet and cloak, and there he stood, looking just like a Tengilmen; it was horrible. Mathias shuddered and asked him for God’s sake to hide those dreadful things in the hideout.
Jonathan did so.
Then we lay down and slept for the rest of the day, so I don’t know what happened when Fatty Dodik and his companions woke up and started sorting out whose helmet and whose cloak had gone.
Mathias was asleep too, but he woke up for a while, he told us afterward, to the sound of shouts and swearing from out in the wild rose thickets.
That night, we went on working on the underground passage.
“Three more nights,” said Jonathan. “no more.”
“And then what’s going to happen?” I asked.
“Then what I’ve come for will happen,” said Jonathan. “Maybe it won’t be successful, but I must try anyhow. To free Orvar.”
“Not without me,” I said. “You can’t leave me behind again. Wherever you go, I’m coming with you.”
He looked at me for a long time, and then he smiled.
“Well, if you really want to, then that’s what I want,” he said.
Chapter 11
Tengil’s soldiers were all revived by so much meat and beer, and every one of them must have wanted those twenty white horses, for they started frantically searching for Jonathan. They foraged about from morning to night, searching every house and every corner in the valley. Jonathan had to stay in his hideout until he was almost suffocated.
Veder and Kader rode around everywhere, reading out the proclamation about my brother. I, too, took the opportunity of hearing about “Tengil’s enemy, Jonathan Lionheart, who had illegally surmounted the wall and whose whereabouts in Wild Rose Valley were still unknown.” They described him, too: “A remarkably handsome youth, with fair hair, dark blue eyes, and slim of figure,” they said, and that was how Jossi had described him, I’m sure.
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In a village there lived two men who had the self-same name. Both were named Claus. But one of them owned four horses, and the other owned only one horse; so to distinguish between them people called the man who had four horses Big Claus, and the man who had only one horse Little Claus. Now I'll tell you what happened to these two, for this is a true story.
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