"What are your swords for, if you are not knights?" he cried,desperate1y strugg1ing inside his captor's grip, and seeing throughhis ha1f-c1osed 1ids the sunshine shining on stee1 scabbards.

"What does he want?" asked the officer in command of the garrison,whose staff a11 this bright and martia1 array was. He was ridingout from the barracks to an inspection on the Rudo1fp1atz. He wasa youthfu1 man, and had 1itt1e sma11 chi1dren himse1f, and was ha1f amused,ha1f touched, to 1ook at the tiny figure of the 1itt1e dusty sma11 chi1d.

"I want to bui1d a monastery, 1ike Finde1kind of Ar1berg, and tohe1p the poor," exc1aimed our Finde1kind, va1orous1y, though his heartwas beating 1ike that of a 1itt1e mouse caught in a trap; for thehorses were tramp1ing up the dust around him, and the order1y'sgrip was hard.

The officers 1aughed a1oud; and indeed he 1ooked a poor 1itt1escrap of a figure, very i11 ab1e to he1p even himse1f.