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+A WORD, ONLY A WORD
+
+By Georg Ebers
+
+Translated from the German by Mary J. Safford
+
+
+
+Volume 1.
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+"A word, only a word!"  cried a fresh, boyish voice, then two hands were
+loudly clapped and a gay laugh echoed through the forest.  Hitherto
+silence had reigned under the boughs of the pines and tops of the
+beeches, but now a wood-pigeon joined in the lad's laugh, and a jay,
+startled by the clapping of hands, spread its brown wings, delicately
+flecked with blue, and soared from one pine to another.
+
+Spring had entered the Black Forest a few weeks before.  May was just
+over, yet the weather was as sultry as in midsummer and clouds were
+gathering in denser and denser masses.  The sun was still some distance
+above the horizon, but the valley was so narrow that the day star had
+disappeared, before making its majestic entry into the portals of night.
+
+When it set in a clear sky, it only gilded the border of pine trees on
+the crest of the lofty western heights; to-day it was invisible, and the
+occasional, quickly interrupted twittering of the birds seemed more in
+harmony with the threatening clouds and sultry atmosphere than the lad's
+gay laughter.
+
+Every living creature seemed to be holding its breath in anxious
+suspense, but Ulrich once more laughed joyously, then bracing his bare
+knee against a bundle of faggots, cried:
+
+"Give me that stick, Ruth, that I may tie it up.  How dry the stuff is,
+and how it snaps!  A word!  To sit over books all day long for one stupid
+word--that's just nonsense!"
+
+"But all words are not alike," replied the girl.
+
+"Piff is paff, and paff is puff!"  laughed Ulrich.  "When I snap the
+twigs, you always hear them say 'knack, knack,' and 'knack' is a word
+too.  The juggler Caspar's magpie, can say twenty."
+
+"But father said so," replied Ruth, arranging the dry sticks.  "He toils
+hard, but not for gold and gain, to find the right words.  You are always
+wanting to know what he is looking for in his big books, so I plucked up
+courage to ask him, and now I know.  I suppose he saw I was astonished,
+for he smiled just as he does when you have asked some foolish question
+at lessons, and added that a word was no trifling thing and should not be
+despised, for God had made the world out of one single word."
+
+Ulrich shook his head, and after pondering a few minutes, replied.
+
+"Do you believe that?"
+
+"Father said so," was the little girl's only answer.  Her words expressed
+the firm, immovable security of childish confidence, and the same feeling
+sparkled in her eyes.  She was probably about nine years old, and in
+every respect a perfect contrast to her companion, her senior by several
+summers, for the latter was strongly built, and from beneath his
+beautiful fair locks a pair of big blue eyes flashed defiance at the
+world, while Ruth was a delicate little creature, with slender limbs,
+pale cheeks, and coal-black hair.
+
+The little girl wore a fashionably-made, though shabby dress, shoes and
+stockings--the boy was barefoot, and his grey doublet looked scarcely
+less worn than the short leather breeches, which hardly reached his
+knees; yet he must have had some regard for his outer man, for a red knot
+of real silk was fastened on his shoulder.  He could scarcely be the
+child of a peasant or woodland laborer--the brow was too high, the nose
+and red lips were too delicately moulded, the bearing was too proud and
+free.
+
+Ruth's last words had given him food for thought, but he left them
+unanswered until the last bundle of sticks was tied up.  Then he said
+hesitatingly:
+
+"My mother--you know....  I dare not speak of her before father, he goes
+into such a rage; my mother is said to be very wicked--but she never was
+so to me, and I long for her day after day, very, very much, as I long
+for nothing else.  When I was so high, my mother told me a great many
+things, such queer things!  About a man, who wanted treasures, and before
+whom mountains opened at a word he knew.  Of course it's for such a word
+your father is seeking."
+
+"I don't know," replied the little girl.  "But the word out of which God
+made the whole earth and sky and all the stars must have been a very
+great one."
+
+Ulrich nodded, then raising his eyes boldly, exclaimed:
+
+"Ah, if he should find it, and would not keep it to himself, but let you
+tell me!  I should know what I wanted."
+
+Ruth looked at him enquiringly, but he cried laughingly: "I shan't tell.
+But what would you ask?"
+
+"I?  I should ask to have my mother able to speak again like other
+people.  But you would wish...."
+
+"You can't know what I would wish."
+
+"Yes, yes.  You would bring your mother back home again."
+
+"No, I wasn't thinking of that," replied Ulrich, flushing scarlet and
+fixing his eyes on the ground.
+
+"What, then?  Tell me; I won't repeat it."
+
+"I should like to be one of the count's squires, and always ride with him
+when he goes hunting."
+
+"Oh!"  cried Ruth.  "That would be the very thing, if I were a boy like
+you.  A squire!  But if the word can do everything, it will make you lord
+of the castle and a powerful count.  You can have real velvet clothes,
+with gay slashes, and a silk bed."
+
+"And I'll ride the black stallion, and the forest, with all its stags
+and deer, will belong to me; as to the people down in the village, I'll
+show them!"
+
+Raising his clenched fist and his eyes in menace as he uttered the words,
+he saw that heavy rain-drops were beginning to fall, and a thunder-shower
+was rising.
+
+Hastily and skilfully loading himself with several bundles of faggots, he
+laid some on the little girl's shoulders, and went down with her towards
+the valley, paying no heed to the pouring rain, thunder or lightning; but
+Ruth trembled in every limb.
+
+At the edge of the narrow pass leading to the city they stood still.  The
+moisture was trickling down its steep sides and had gathered into a
+reddish torrent on the rocky bottom.
+
+"Come!"  cried Ulrich,  stepping on to the  edge of the ravine, where
+stones and sand, loosened by the wet, were now rattling down.
+
+"I'm afraid," answered the little girl trembling.  "There's another flash
+of lightning!  Oh! dear, oh, dear!  how it blazes!--oh! oh! that clap of
+thunder!"
+
+She stooped as if the lightning had struck her, covered her face with her
+little hands, and fell on her knees, the bundle of faggots slipping to
+the ground.  Filled with terror, she murmured as if she could command the
+mighty word: "Oh, Word, Word, get me home!"
+
+Ulrich stamped impatiently, glanced at her with mingled anger and
+contempt, and muttering reproaches, threw her bundle and his own into the
+ravine, then roughly seized her hand and dragged her to the edge of the
+cliff.
+
+Half-walking, half-slipping, with many an unkind word, though he was
+always careful to support her, the boy scrambled down the steep slope
+with his companion, and when they were at last standing in the water at
+the bottom of the gully, picked up the dripping fagots and walked
+silently on, carrying her burden as well as his own.
+
+After a short walk through the running water and mass of earth and
+stones, slowly sliding towards the valley, several shingled roofs
+appeared, and the little girl uttered a sigh of relief; for in the row of
+shabby houses, each standing by itself, that extended from the forest to
+the level end of the ravine, was her own home and the forge belonging to
+her companion's father.
+
+It was still raining, but the thunder-storm had passed as quickly as it
+rose, and twilight was already gathering over the mist-veiled houses and
+spires of the little city, from which the street ran to the ravine.  The
+stillness of the evening was only interrupted by a few scattered notes of
+bells, the finale of the mighty peal by which the warder had just been
+trying to disperse the storm.
+
+The safety of the town in the narrow forest-valley was well secured, a
+wall and ditch enclosed it; only the houses on the edge of the ravine
+were unprotected.  True, the mouth of the pass was covered by the field
+pieces on the city wall, and the strong tower beside the gate, but it was
+not incumbent on the citizens to provide for the safety of the row of
+houses up there.  It was called the Richtberg and nobody lived there
+except the rabble, executioners, and poor folk who were not granted the
+rights of citizenship.  Adam, the smith, had forfeited his, and Ruth's
+father, Doctor Costa, was a Jew, who ought to be thankful that he was
+tolerated in the old forester's house.
+
+The street was perfectly still.  A few children were jumping over the
+mud-puddles, and an old washerwoman was putting a wooden vessel under the
+gutter, to collect the rain-water.
+
+Ruth breathed more freely when once again in the street and among human
+beings, and soon, clinging to the hand of her father, who had come to
+meet her, she entered the house with him and Ulrich.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+While the boy flung the damp bundles of brushwood on the floor beside the
+hearth in the doctor's kitchen, a servant from the monastery was leading
+three horses under the rude shed in front of the smith Adam's work-shop
+The stately grey-haired monk, who had ridden the strong cream-colored
+steed, was already standing beside the embers of the fire, pressing his
+hands upon the warm chimney.
+
+The forge stood open, but spite of knocking and shouting, neither the
+master of the place, nor any other living soul appeared.  Adam had gone
+out, but could not be far away, for the door leading from the shop into
+the sitting-room, was also unlocked.
+
+The time was growing long to Father Benedict, so for occupation he tried
+to lift the heavy hammer.  It was a difficult task, though he was no
+weakling, yet it was not hard for Adam's arm to swing and guide the
+burden.  If only the man had understood how to govern his life as well as
+he managed his ponderous tool!
+
+He did not belong to Richtberg.  What would his father have said, had he
+lived to see his son dwell here?
+
+The monk had known the old smith well, and he also knew many things about
+the son and his destiny, yet no more than rumor entrusts to one person
+concerning another's life.  Even this was enough to explain why Adam had
+become so reserved, misanthropic and silent a man, though even in his
+youth lie certainly had not been what is termed a gay fellow.
+
+The forge where he grew up, was still standing in the market-place
+of the little city below; it had belonged to his grandfather and great-
+grandfather.  There had never been any lack of custom, to the annoyance
+of the wise magistrates, whose discussions were disturbed by the
+hammering that rang across the ill-paved square to the windows of the
+council-chamber; but, on the other hand, the idle hours of the watchmen
+under the arches of the ground-floor of the town-hall were sweetened by
+the bustle before the smithy.
+
+How Adam had come from the market-place to the Richtberg, is a story
+speedily told.
+
+He was the only child of his dead parents, and early learned his father's
+trade.  When his mother died, the old man gave his son and partner his
+blessing, and some florins to pay his expenses, and sent him away.  He
+went directly to Nuremberg, which the old man praised as the high-school
+of the smith's art, and there remained twelve years.  When, at the end
+of that time, news came to Adam that his father was dead, and he had
+inherited the forge on the market-place, he wondered to find that he was
+thirty years old, and had gone no farther than Nuremberg.  True,
+everything that the rest of the world could do in the art of forging
+might be learned there.
+
+He was a large, heavy man, and from childhood had moved slowly and
+reluctantly from the place where he chanced to be.
+
+If work was pressing, he could not be induced to leave the anvil, even
+when evening had closed in; if it was pleasant to sit over the beer, he
+remained till after the last man had gone.  While working, he was as
+mute as the dead to everything that was passing around him; in the tavern
+he rarely spoke, and then said only a few words, yet the young artists,
+sculptors, workers in gold and students liked to see the stout drinker
+and good listener at the table, and the members of his guild only
+marvelled how the sensible fellow, who joined in no foolish pranks, and
+worked in such good earnest, held aloof from them to keep company with
+these hairbrained folk, and remained a Papist.
+
+He might have taken possession of the shop on the market-place directly
+after his father's death, but could not arrange his departure so quickly,
+and it was fully eight months before he left Nuremberg.
+
+On the high-road before Schwabach a wagon, occupied by some strolling
+performers, overtook the traveller.  They belonged to the better class,
+for they appeared before counts and princes, and were seven in number.
+The father and four sons played the violin, viola and reboc, and the two
+daughters sang to the lute and harp.  The old man invited Adam to take
+the eighth place in the vehicle, so he counted his pennies, and room was
+made for him opposite Flora, called by her family Florette.  The
+musicians were going to the fair at Nordlingen, and the smith enjoyed
+himself so well with them, that he remained several days after reaching
+the goal of the journey.  When he at last went away Florette wept, but he
+walked straight on until noon, without looking back.  Then he lay down
+under a blossoming apple-tree, to rest and eat some lunch, but the lunch
+did not taste well; and when he shut his eyes he could not sleep, for he
+thought constantly of Florette.  Of course!  He had parted from her far
+too soon, and an eager longing seized upon him for the young girl, with
+her red lips and luxuriant hair.  This hair was a perfect golden-yellow;
+he knew it well, for she had often combed and braided it in the tavern-
+room beside the straw where they all slept.
+
+He yearned to hear her laugh too, and would have liked to see her weep
+again.
+
+Then he remembered the desolate smithy in the narrow market-place and the
+dreary home, recollected that he was thirty years old, and still had no
+wife.
+
+A little wife of his own!  A wife like  Florette!  Seventeen years old,
+a complexion like milk and blood, a creature full of gayety and joyous
+life!  True, he was no light-hearted lad, but, lying under the apple-tree
+in the month of May, he saw himself in imagination living happily and
+merrily in the smithy by the market-place, with the fair-haired girl who
+had already shed tears for him.  At last he started up, and because he
+had determined to go still farther on this day, did so, though for no
+other reason than to carry out the plan formed the day before.  The next
+morning, before sunrise, he was again marching along the highway, this
+time not forward towards the Black Forest, but back to Nordlingen.
+
+That very evening Florette became his betrothed bride, and the following
+Tuesday his wife.
+
+The wedding was celebrated in the midst of the turmoil of the fair.
+Strolling players, jugglers and buffoons were the witnesses, and there
+was no lack of music and tinsel.
+
+A quieter ceremony would have been more agreeable to the plain citizen
+and sensible blacksmith, but this purgatory had to be passed to reach
+Paradise.
+
+On Wednesday he went off in a fair wagon with his young wife, and in
+Stuttgart bought with a portion of his savings many articles of household
+furniture, less to stop the gossips' tongues, of which he took no heed,
+than to do her honor in his own eyes.  These things, piled high in a
+wagon of his own, he had sent into his native town as Florette's dowry,
+for her whole outfit consisted of one pink and one grass-green gown, a
+lute and a little white dog.
+
+A delightful life now began in the smithy for Adam.  The gossips avoided
+his wife, but they stared at her in church, and among them she seemed to
+him, not unjustly, like a rose amid vegetables.  The marriage he had made
+was an abomination to respectable citizens, but Adam did not heed them,
+and Flora appeared to feel equally happy with him.  When, before the
+close of the first twelvemonth after their wedding, Ulrich was born, the
+smith reached the summit of happiness and remained there for a whole
+year.
+
+When, during that time, he stood in the bow-window amid the fresh balsam,
+auricular and yellow wallflowers holding his boy on his shoulder, while
+his wife leaned on his arm, and the pungent odor of scorched hoofs
+reached his nostrils, and he saw his journeyman and apprentice shoeing a
+horse below, he often thought how pleasant it had been pursuing the finer
+branches of his craft in Nuremberg, and that he should like to forge a
+flower again; but the blacksmith's trade was not to be despised either,
+and surely life with one's wife and child was best.
+
+In the evening he drank his beer at the Lamb, and once, when the surgeon
+Siedler called life a miserable vale of tears, he laughed in his face and
+answered: "To him who knows how to take it right, it is a delightful
+garden."
+
+Florette was kind to her husband, and devoted herself to her child, so
+long as he was an infant, with the most self-sacrificing love.  Adam
+often spoke of a little daughter, who must look exactly like its mother;
+but it did not come.
+
+When little Ulrich at last began to run about in the street,
+the mother's nomadic blood stirred, and she was constantly dinning it
+into her husband's ears that he ought to leave this miserable place and
+go to Augsburg or Cologne, where it would be pleasant; but he remained
+firm, and though her power over him was great, she could not move his
+resolute will.
+
+Often she would not cease her entreaties and representations, and when
+she even complained that she was dying of solitude and weariness, his
+veins swelled with wrath, and then she was frightened, fled to her room
+and wept.  If she happened to have a bold day, she threatened to go away
+and seek her own relatives.  This displeased him, and he made her feel it
+bitterly, for he was steadfast in everything, even anger, and when he
+bore ill-will it was not for hours, but months, nor at such times could
+he be conciliated by coaxing or tears.
+
+By degrees Florette learned to meet his discontent with a shrug of her
+shoulders, and to arrange her life in her own way.  Ulrich was her
+comfort, pride and plaything, but sporting with him did not satisfy her.
+
+While Adam was standing behind the anvil, she sat among the flowers in
+the bow-window, and the watchmen now looked higher up than the forge,
+the worthy magistrates no longer cast unfriendly glances at the smith's
+house, for Florette grew more and more beautiful in the quiet life she
+now enjoyed, and many a neighboring noble brought his horse to Adam to be
+shod, merely to look into the eyes of the artisan's beautiful wife.
+
+Count von Frohlingen came most frequently of all, and Florette soon
+learned to distinguish the hoof-beats of his horse from those of the
+other steeds, and when he entered the shop, willingly found some pretext
+for going there too.  In the afternoons she often went with her child
+outside the gate, and then always chose the road leading to the count's
+castle.  There was no lack of careful friends, who warned Adam, but he
+answered them angrily, so they learned to be silent.
+
+Florette had now grown gay again, and sometimes sang like a joyous bird.
+
+Seven years elapsed, and during the summer of the eighth a scattered
+troop of soldiers came to the city and obtained admission.  They were
+quartered under the arches of the town-hall, but many also lay in the
+smithy, for their helmets, breast-plates and other pieces of armor
+required plenty of mending.  The ensign, a handsome, proud young fellow,
+with a dainty moustache, was Adam's most constant customer, and played
+very kindly with Ulrich, when Florette appeared with him.  At last the
+young soldier departed, and the very same day Adam was summoned to the
+monastery, to mend something in the grating before the treasury.
+
+When he returned, Florette had vanished; "run after the ensign," people
+said, and they were right.  Adam did not attempt to wrest her from the
+seducer; but a great love cannot be torn from the heart like a staff that
+is thrust into the ground; it is intertwined with a thousand fibres, and
+to destroy it utterly is to destroy the heart in which it has taken root,
+and with it life itself.  When he secretly cursed her and called her a
+viper, he doubtless remembered how innocent, dear and joyous she had
+been, and then the roots of the destroyed affection put forth new shoots,
+and he saw before his mental vision ensnaring images, of which he felt
+ashamed as soon as they had vanished.
+
+Lightning and hail had entered the "delightful garden" of Adam's life
+also, and he had been thrust forth from the little circle of the happy
+into the great army of the wretched.
+
+Purifying powers dwell in undeserved suffering, but no one is made better
+by unmerited disgrace, least of all a man like Adam.  He had done what
+seemed to him his duty, without looking to the right or the left, but now
+the stainless man felt himself dishonored, and with morbid sensitiveness
+referred everything he saw and heard to his own disgrace, while the
+inhabitants of the little town made him feel that he had been ill-
+advised, when he ventured to make a fiddler's daughter a citizen.
+
+When he went out, it seemed to him--and usually unjustly--as if people
+were nudging each other; hands, pointing out-stretched fingers at him,
+appeared to grow from every eye.  At home he found nothing but
+desolation, vacuity, sorrow, and a child, who constantly tore open the
+burning, gnawing wounds in his heart.  Ulrich must forget "the viper,"
+and he sternly forbade him to speak of his mother; but not a day passed
+on which he would not fain have done so himself.
+
+The smith did not stay long in the house on the market-place.  He wished
+to go to Freiburg or Ulm, any place where he had not been with her.  A
+purchaser for the dwelling, with its lucrative business, was speedily
+found, the furniture was packed, and the new owner was to move in on
+Wednesday, when on Monday Bolz, the jockey, came to Adam's workshop from
+Richtberg.  The man had been a good customer for years, and bought
+hundreds of shoes, which he put on the horses at his own forge, for he
+knew something about the trade.  He came to say farewell; he had his own
+nest to feather, and could do a more profitable business in the lowlands
+than up here in the forest.  Finally he offered Adam his property at a
+very low price.
+
+The smith had smiled at the jockey's proposal, still he went to the
+Richtberg the very next day to see the place.  There stood the
+executioner's house, from which the whole street was probably named.
+One wretched hovel succeeded another.  Yonder before a door, Wilhelm the
+idiot, on whom the city boys played their pranks, smiled into vacancy
+just as foolishly as he had done twenty years ago, here lodged Kathrin,
+with the big goitre, who swept the gutters; in the three grey huts, from
+which hung numerous articles of ragged clothing, lived two families of
+charcoal-burners, and Caspar, the juggler, a strange man, whom as a boy
+he had seen in the pillory, with his deformed daughters, who in winter
+washed laces and in summer went with him to the fairs.
+
+In the hovels, before which numerous children were playing, lived honest,
+but poor foresters.  It was the home of want and misery.  Only the
+jockey's house and one other would have been allowed to exist in the
+city.  The latter was occupied by the Jew, Costa, who ten years before
+had come from a distant country to the city with his aged father and a
+dumb wife, and remained there, for a little daughter was born and the old
+man was afterwards seized with a fatal illness.  But the inhabitants
+would tolerate no Jews among them, so the stranger moved into the
+forester's house on the Richtberg which had stood empty because a better
+one had been built deeper in the woods.  The city treasury could use the
+rent and tax exacted from Jews and demanded of the stranger.  The Jew
+consented to the magistrate's requirement, but as it soon became known
+that he pored over huge volumes all day long and pursued no business, yet
+paid for everything in good money, he was believed to be an alchemist and
+sorcerer.
+
+All who lived here were miserable or despised, and when Adam had left the
+Richtberg he told himself that he no longer belonged among the proud and
+unblemished and since he felt dishonored and took disgrace in the same
+dogged earnest, that he did everything else, he believed the people in
+the Richtberg were just the right neighbors for him.  All knew what it is
+to be wretched, and many had still heavier disgrace to bear.  And then!
+If want drove his miserable wife back to him, this was the right place
+for her and those of her stamp.
+
+So he bought the jockey's house and well-supplied forge.  There would be
+customers enough for all he could do there in obscurity.
+
+He had no cause to repent his bargain.
+
+The old nurse remained with him and took care of Ulrich, who throve
+admirably.  His own heart too grew lighter while engaged in designing or
+executing many an artistic piece of work.  He sometimes went to the city
+to buy iron or coals, but usually avoided any intercourse with the
+citizens, who shrugged their shoulders or pointed to their foreheads,
+when they spoke of him.
+
+About a year after his removal he had occasion to speak to the file-
+cutter, and sought him at the Lamb, where a number of Count Frolinger's
+retainers were sitting.  Adam took no notice of them, but they began to
+jeer and mock at him.  For a time he succeeded in controlling himself,
+but when red-haired Valentine went too far, a sudden fit of rage
+overpowered him and he felled him to the floor.  The others now attacked
+him and dragged him to their master's castle, where he lay imprisoned for
+six months.  At last he was brought before the count, who restored him to
+liberty "for the sake of Florette's beautiful eyes."
+
+Years had passed since then, during which Adam had lived a quiet,
+industrious life in the Richtberg with his son.  He associated with no
+one, except Doctor Costa, in whom he found the first and only real friend
+fate had ever bestowed upon him.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+Father Benedict had last seen the smith soon after his return from
+imprisonment, in the confessional of the monastery.  As the monk in his
+youth had served in a troop of the imperial cavalry, he now, spite of his
+ecclesiastical dignity, managed the stables of the wealthy monastery, and
+had formerly come to the smithy in the market-place with many a horse,
+but since the monks had become involved in a quarrel with the city,
+Benedict ordered the animals to be shod elsewhere.
+
+A difficult case reminded him of the skilful, half-forgotten artisan;
+and when the latter came out of the shed with a sack of coal, Benedict
+greeted him with sincere warmth.  Adam, too, showed that he was glad to
+see the unexpected visitor, and placed his skill at the disposal of the
+monastery.
+
+"It has grown late, Adam," said the monk, loosening the belt he was
+accustomed to wear when riding, which had become damp.  "The storm
+overtook us on the way.  The rolling and flashing overhead made the
+sorrel horse almost tear Gotz's hands off the wrists.  Three steps
+sideways and one forward--so it has grown late, and you can't shoe the
+rascal in the dark."
+
+"Do you mean the sorrel horse?"  asked Adam, in a deep, musical voice,
+thrusting a blazing pine torch into the iron ring on the forge.
+
+"Yes, Master Adam.  He won't bear shoeing, yet he's very valuable.  We
+have nothing to equal him.  None of us can control him, but you formerly
+zounds!....you haven't grown younger in the last few years either, Adam!
+Put on your cap; you've lost your hair.  Your forehead reaches down to
+your neck, but your vigor has remained.  Do you remember how you cleft
+the anvil at Rodebach?"
+
+"Let that pass," replied Adam--not angrily, but firmly.  "I'll shoe the
+horse early to-morrow; it's too late to-day."
+
+"I thought so!" cried the other, clasping his hands excitedly.  "You know
+how we stand towards the citizens on account of the tolls on the bridges.
+I'd rather lie on thorns than enter the miserable hole.  The stable down
+below is large enough!  Haven't you a heap of straw for a poor brother in
+Christ?  I need nothing more; I've brought food with me."
+
+The smith lowered his eyes in embarrassment.  He was not hospitable.
+No stranger had rested under his roof, and everything that disturbed his
+seclusion was repugnant to him.  Yet he could not refuse; so he answered
+coldly: "I live alone here with my boy, but if you wish, room can be
+made."
+
+The monk accepted as eagerly, as if he had been cordially invited; and
+after the horses and groom were supplied with shelter, followed his host
+into the sitting-room next the shop, and placed his saddle-bags on the
+table.
+
+"This is all right," he said, laughing, as he produced a roast fowl and
+some white bread.  "But how about the wine?  I need something warm inside
+after my wet ride.  Haven't you a drop in the cellar?"
+
+"No, Father!"  replied the smith.  But directly after a second thought
+occurred to him, and he added: "Yes, I can serve you."
+
+So saying, he opened the cupboard, and when, a short time after, the monk
+emptied the first goblet, he uttered a long drawn "Ah!" following the
+course of the fiery potion with his hand, till it rested content near his
+stomach.  His lips quivered a little in the enjoyment of the flavor; then
+he looked benignantly with his unusually round eyes at Adam, saying
+cunningly:
+
+"If such grapes grow on your pine-trees, I wish the good Lord had given
+Father Noah a pine-tree instead of a vine.  By the saints!  The
+archbishop has no better wine in his cellar!  Give me one little sip
+more, and tell me from whom you received the noble gift?"
+
+"Costa gave me the wine."
+
+"The sorcerer---the Jew?" asked the monk, pushing the goblet away.  "But,
+of course," he continued, in a half-earnest, half-jesting tone, "when one
+considers--the wine at the first holy communion, and at the marriage of
+Cana, and the juice of the grapes King David enjoyed, once lay in Jewish
+cellars!"
+
+Benedict had doubtless expected a smile or approving word from his host,
+but the smith's bearded face remained motionless, as if he were dead.
+
+The monk looked less cheerful, as he began again "You ought not to grudge
+yourself a goblet either.  Wine moderately enjoyed makes the heart glad;
+and you don't look like a contented man.  Everything in life has not gone
+according to your wishes, but each has his own cross to bear; and as for
+you, your name is Adam, and your trials also come from Eve!"
+
+At these words the smith moved his hand from his beard, and began to push
+the round leather cap to and fro on his bald head.  A harsh answer was
+already on his lips, when he saw Ulrich, who had paused on the threshold
+in bewilderment.  The boy had never beheld any guest at his father's
+table except the doctor, but hastily collecting his thoughts he kissed
+the monk's hand.  The priest took the handsome lad by the chin, bent his
+head back, looked Adam also in the face, and exclaimed:
+
+"His mouth, nose and eyes he has inherited from your wife, but the shape
+of the brow and head is exactly like yours."
+
+A faint flush suffused Adam's cheeks, and turning quickly to the boy as
+if he had heard enough, he cried:
+
+"You are late.  Where have you been so long?"
+
+"In the forest with Ruth.  We were gathering faggots for Dr. Costa."
+
+"Until now?"
+
+"Rahel had baked some dumplings, so the doctor told me to stay."
+
+"Then go to bed now.  But first take some food to the groom in the
+stable, and put fresh linen on my bed.  Be in the workshop early
+to-morrow morning, there is a horse to be shod."
+
+The boy looked up thoughtfully and replied: "Yes, but the doctor has
+changed the hours; to-morrow the lesson will begin just after sunrise,
+father."
+
+"Very well, we'll do without you.  Good-night then."
+
+The monk followed this conversation with interest and increasing
+disapproval, his face assuming a totally different expression, for the
+muscles between his nose and mouth drew farther back, forming with the
+underlip an angle turning inward.  Thus he gazed with mute reproach at
+the smith for some time, then pushed the goblet far away, exclaiming with
+sincere indignation:
+
+"What doings are these, friend Adam?  I'll let the Jew's wine pass, and
+the dumplings too for aught I care, though it doesn't make a Christian
+child more pleasing in the sight of God, to eat from the same dish with
+those on whom the Saviour's innocent blood rests.  But that you,
+a believing Christian, should permit an accursed Jew to lead a
+foolish lad.  .  .  ."
+
+"Let that pass," said the smith, interrupting the excited monk; but the
+latter would not be restrained, and only continued still more loudly and
+firmly: "I won't be stopped.  Was such a thing ever heard of?  A baptized
+Christian, who sends his own son to be taught by the infidel soul-
+destroyer!"
+
+"Hear me, Father!"
+
+"No indeed.  It's for you to hear--you!  What was I saying?  For you,
+you who seek for your poor child a soul-destroying infidel as teacher.
+Do you know what that is?  A sin against the Holy Ghost--the worst of all
+crimes.  Such an abomination!  You will have a heavy penance imposed upon
+you in the confessional."
+
+"It's no sin--no abomination!"  replied the smith defiantly.
+
+The angry blood mounted into the monk's cheeks, and he cried:
+threateningly: "Oho!  The chapter will teach you better to your sorrow.
+Keep the boy away from the Jew, or ......"
+
+"Or?"  repeated the smith, looking Father Benedict steadily in the face.
+
+The latter's lips curled still more deeply, as after a pause, he replied:
+"Or excommunication and a fitting punishment will fall upon you and the
+vagabond doctor.  Tit for tat.  We have grown tender-hearted, and it is
+long since a Jew has been burned for an example to many."
+
+These words did not fail to produce an effect, for though Adam was a
+brave man, the monk threatened him with things, against which he felt
+as powerless as when confronted with the might of the tempest and the
+lightning flashing from the clouds.  His features now expressed deep
+mental anguish, and stretching out his hands repellently towards his
+guest, he cried anxiously "No, no!  Nothing more can happen to me.  No
+excommunication, no punishment, can make my present suffering harder to
+bear, but if you harm the doctor, I shall curse the hour I invited you
+to cross my threshold."
+
+The monk looked at the other in surprise and answered in a more gentle
+tone: "You have always walked in your own way, Adam; but whither are you
+going now?  Has the Jew bewitched you, or what binds you to him, that you
+look, on his account, as if a thunderbolt had struck you?  No one shall
+have cause to curse the hour he invited Benedict to be his guest.  See
+your way clearly once more, and when you have come to your senses--why,
+we monks have two eyes, that we may be able to close one when occasion
+requires.  Have you any special cause for gratitude to Costa?"
+
+"Many, Father, many !"  cried the smith, his voice still trembling with
+only too well founded anxiety for his friend.  "Listen, and when you know
+what he has done for me, and are disposed to judge leniently, do not
+carry what reaches your ears here before the chapter no, Father--
+I beseech you--do not.  For if it should be I, by whom the doctor came
+to ruin, I--I...."  The man's voice failed, and his chest heaved so
+violently with his gasping breath, that his stout leathern apron rose
+and fell.
+
+"Be calm, Adam, be calm," said the monk, soothingly answering his
+companion's broken words.  "All shall be well, all shall be well.  Sit
+down, man, and trust me.  What is the terrible debt of gratitude you owe
+the doctor?"
+
+Spite of the other's invitation, the smith remained standing and with
+downcast eyes, began:
+
+"I am not good at talking.  You know how I was thrown into a dungeon on
+Valentine's account, but no one can understand my feelings during that
+time.  Ulrich was left alone here among this miserable rabble with nobody
+to care for him, for our old maid-servant was seventy.  I had buried my
+money in a safe place and there was nothing in the house except a loaf of
+bread and a few small coins, barely enough to last three days.  The child
+was always before my eyes; I saw him ragged, begging, starving.  But my
+anxiety tortured me most, after they had released me and I was going back
+to my house from the castle.  It was a walk of two hours, but each one
+seemed as long as St. John's day.  Should I find Ulrich or not?  What had
+become of him?  It was already dark, when I at last stood before the
+house.  Everything was as silent as the grave, and the door was locked.
+Yet I must get in, so I rapped with my fingers, and then pounded with my
+fist on the door and shutters, but all in vain.  Finally Spittellorle--
+[A nickname; literally: "Hospital Loura."]--came out of the red house
+next mine, and I heard all.  The old woman had become idiotic, and was in
+the stocks.  Ulrich was at the point of death, and Doctor Costa had taken
+him home.  When I heard this, I felt the same as you did just now; anger
+seized upon me, and I was as much ashamed as if I were standing in the
+pillory.  My child with the Jew!  There was not much time for reflection,
+and I set off at full speed for the doctor's house.  A light was shining
+through the window.  It was high above the street, but as it stood open
+and I am tall, I could look in and see over the whole room.  At the right
+side, next the wall, was a bed, where amid the white pillows lay my boy.
+The doctor sat by his side, holding the child's hand in his.  Little
+Ruth nestled to him, asking:  'Well, father?'  The man  smiled.  Do you
+know  him,  Pater?  He is about thirty years old, and has a pale, calm
+face.  He smiled and said so gratefully, so-so joyously, as if Ulrich
+were his own son: 'Thank God, he will be spared to us!'  The little girl
+ran to her dumb mother, who was sitting by the stove, winding yarn,
+exclaiming:
+
+'Mother, he'll get well again.  I have prayed for him every day.'  The
+Jew bent over my child and pressed his lips upon the boy's brow--and I,
+I--I no longer clenched my fist, and was so overwhelmed with emotion,
+that I could not help weeping, as if I were still a child myself, and
+since then, Pater Benedictus, since...."  He paused; the monk rose, laid
+his hand on the smith's shoulder, and said:
+
+"It has grown late, Adam.  Show me to my couch.  Another day will come
+early to-morrow morning, and we should sleep over important matters.  But
+one thing is settled, and must remain so-under all circumstances: the boy
+is no longer to be taught by the Jew.  He must help you shoe the horses
+to-morrow.  You will be reasonable!"
+
+The smith made no reply, but lighted the monk to the room where he and
+his son usually slept.  His own couch was covered with fresh linen for
+the guest--Ulrich already lay in his bed, apparently asleep.
+
+"We have no other room to give you," said Adam, pointing to the boy; but
+the monk was content with his sleeping companions, and after his host had
+left him, gazed earnestly at Ulrich's fresh, handsome face.
+
+The smith's story had moved him, and he did not go to rest at once, but
+paced thoughtfully up and down the room, stepping lightly, that he might
+not disturb the child's slumber.
+
+Adam had reason to be grateful to the man, and why should there not be
+good Jews?
+
+He thought of the patriarchs, Moses, Solomon, and the prophets, and had
+not the Saviour himself, and John and Paul, whom he loved above all the
+apostles, been the children of Jewish mothers, and grown up among Jews?
+And Adam!  the poor fellow had had more than his share of trouble, and he
+who believes himself deserted by God, easily turns to the devil.  He was
+warned now, and the mischief to his son must be stopped once for all.
+What might not the child hear from the Jew, in these times, when heresy
+wandered about like a roaring lion, and sat by all the roads like a
+siren.  Only by a miracle had this secluded valley been spared the evil
+teachings, but the peasants had already shown that they grudged the
+nobles the power, the cities the rich gains, and the priesthood the
+authority and earthly possessions, bestowed on them by God.  He was
+disposed to let mildness rule, and spare the Jew this time--but only on
+one condition.
+
+When he took off his cowl, he looked for a hook on which to hang it, and
+while so doing, perceived on the shelf a row of boards.  Taking one down,
+he found a sketch of an artistic design for the enclosure of a fountain,
+done by the smith's hand, and directly opposite his bed a linden-wood
+panel, on which a portrait was drawn with charcoal.  This roused his
+curiosity, and, throwing the light of the torch upon it, he started back,
+for it was a rudely executed, but wonderfully life-like head of Costa,
+the Jew.  He remembered him perfectly, for he had met him more than once.
+
+The monk shook his head angrily, but lifted the picture from the shelf
+and examined more closely the doctor's delicately-cut nose, and the noble
+arch of the brow.  While so doing, he muttered unintelligible words, and
+when at last, with little show of care, he restored the modest work of
+art to its old place, Ulrich awoke, and, with a touch of pride,
+exclaimed:
+
+"I drew that myself, Father!"
+
+"Indeed!" replied the monk.  "I know of better models for a pious lad.
+You must go to sleep now, and to-morrow get up early and help your
+father.  Do you understand?"
+
+So saying, with no gentle hand he turned the boy's head towards the wall.
+The mildness awakened by Adam's story had all vanished to the winds.
+
+Adam allowed his son to practise idolatry with the Jew, and make pictures
+of him.  This was too much.  He threw himself angrily on his couch, and
+began to consider what was to be done in this difficult matter, but sleep
+soon brought his reflections to an end.
+
+Ulrich rose very early, and when Benedict saw him again in the light of
+the young day, and once more looked at the Jew's portrait, drawn by the
+handsome boy, a thought came to him as if inspired by the saints
+themselves--the thought of persuading the smith to give his son to the
+monastery.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+This morning Pater Benedictus was a totally different person from the
+man, who had sat over the wine the night before.  Coldly and formally he
+evaded the smith's questions, until the latter had sent his son away.
+
+Ulrich, without making any objection, had helped his father shoe the
+sorrel horse, and in a few minutes, by means of a little stroking over
+the eyes and nose, slight caresses, and soothing words, rendered the
+refractory stallion as docile as a lamb.  No horse had ever resisted
+the lad, from the time he was a little child, the smith said, though
+for what reason he did not know.  These words pleased the monk, for he
+was only too familiar with two fillies, that were perfect fiends for
+refractoriness, and the fair-haired boy could show his gratitude for
+the schooling he received, by making himself useful in the stable.
+
+Ulrich must go to the monastery, so Benedictus curtly declared with the
+utmost positiveness, after the smith had finished his work.  At midsummer
+a place would be vacant in the school, and this should be reserved for
+the boy.  A great favor!  What a prospect--to be reared there with
+aristocratic companions, and instructed in the art of painting.  Whether
+he should become a priest, or follow some worldly pursuit, could be
+determined later.  In a few years the boy could choose without restraint.
+
+This plan would settle everything in the best possible way.  The Jew need
+not be injured, and the smith's imperiled son would be saved.  The monk
+would hear no objections.  Either the accusation against the doctor
+should be laid before the chapter, or Ulrich must go to the school.
+
+In four weeks, on St. John's Day, so Benedictus declared, the smith and
+his son might announce their names to the porter.  Adam must have saved
+many florins, and there would be time enough to get the lad shoes and
+clothes, that he might hold his own in dress with the other scholars.
+
+During this whole transaction the smith felt like a wild animal in the
+hunter's toils, and could say neither "yes" nor "no."  The monk did not
+insist upon a promise, but, as he rode away, flattered himself that he
+had snatched a soul from the claws of Satan, and gained a prize for the
+monastery-school and his stable--a reflection that made him very
+cheerful.
+
+Adam retrained alone beside the fire.  Often, when his heart was heavy,
+he had seized his huge hammer and deadened his sorrow by hard work; but
+to-day he let the tool lie, for the consciousness of weakness and lack
+of will paralyzed his lusty vigor, and he stood with drooping head, as
+if utterly crushed.  The thoughts that moved him could not be exactly
+expressed in words, but doubtless a vision of the desolate forge, where
+he would stand alone by the fire without Ulrich, rose before his mind.
+Once the idea of closing his house, taking the boy by the hand, and
+wandering out into the world with him, flitted through his brain.  But
+then, what would become of the Jew, and how could he leave this place?
+Where would his miserable wife, the accursed, lovely sinner, find him,
+when she sought him again?  Ulrich had run out of doors long ago.  Had
+he gone to study his lessons with the Jew?  He started in terror at the
+thought.  Passing his hands over his eyes, like a dreamer roused from
+sleep, he went into his chamber, threw off his apron, cleansed his face
+and hands from the soot of the forge, put on his burgher dress, which he
+only wore when he went to church or visited the doctor, and entered the
+street.
+
+The thunder-storm had cleared the air, and the sun shone pleasantly on
+the shingled roofs of the miserable houses of the Richtberg.  Its rays
+were reflected from the little round window-panes, and flickered over the
+tree-tops on the edge of the ravine.
+
+The light-green hue of the fresh young foliage on the beeches glittered
+as brightly against the dark pines, as if Spring had made them a token of
+her mastery over the grave companions of Winter; yet even the pines were
+not passed by, and where her finger had touched the tips of the branches
+in benediction, appeared tender young shoots, fresh as the grass by the
+brook, and green as chrysophase and emerald.
+
+The stillness of morning reigned within the forest, yet it was full of
+life, rich in singing, chirping and twittering.  Light streamed from the
+blue sky through the tree-tops, and the golden sunbeams shimmered and
+danced over the branches, trunks and ground, as if they had been prisoned
+in the woods and could never find their way out.  The shadows of the tall
+trunks lay in transparent bars on the underbrush, luxuriant moss, and
+ferns, and the dew clung to the weeds and grass.
+
+Nature had celebrated her festival of resurrection at Easter, and the day
+after the morrow joyous Whitsuntide would begin.  Fresh green life was
+springing from the stump of every dead tree; even the rocks afforded
+sustenance to a hundred roots, a mossy covering and network of thorny
+tendrils clung closely to them.  The wild vine twined boldly up many a
+trunk, fruit was already forming on the bilberry bushes, though it still
+glimmered with a faint pink hue amid the green of May.  A thousand
+blossoms, white, red, blue and yellow, swayed on their slender stalks,
+opened their calixes to the bees, unfolded their stars to deck the
+woodland carpet, or proudly stretched themselves up as straight as
+candles.  Grey fungi had shot up after the refreshing rain, and gathered
+round the red-capped giants among the mushrooms.  Under, over and around
+all this luxuriant vegetation hopped, crawled, flew, fluttered, buzzed
+and chirped millions of tiny, short-lived creatures.  But who heeds them
+on a sunny Spring morning in the forest, when the birds are singing,
+twittering, trilling, pecking, cooing and calling so joyously?  Murmuring
+and plashing, the forest stream dashed down its steep bed over rocks and
+amid moss-covered stones and smooth pebbles to the valley.  The hurrying
+water lived, and in it dwelt its gay inhabitants, fresh plants grew along
+the banks from source to mouth, while over and around it a third species
+of living creatures sunned themselves, fluttered, buzzed and spun
+delicate silk threads.
+
+In the midst of a circular clearing, surrounded by dense woods, smoked a
+charcoal kiln.  It was less easy to breathe here, than down in the forest
+below.  Where Nature herself rules, she knows how to guard beauty and
+purity, but where man touches her, the former is impaired and the latter
+sullied.
+
+It seemed as if the morning sunlight strove to check the smoke from the
+smouldering wood, in order to mount freely into the blue sky.  Little
+clouds floated over the damp, grassy earth, rotting tree-trunks, piles of
+wood and heaps of twigs that surrounded the kiln.  A moss-grown but stood
+at the edge of the forest, and before it sat Ulrich, talking with the
+coal-burner.  People called this man "Hangemarx,"  and in truth he
+looked in his black rags, like one of those for whom it is a pity that
+Nature should deck herself in her Spring garb.  He had a broad, peasant
+face, his mouth was awry, and his thick yellowish-red hair, which in many
+places looked washed out or faded, hung so low over his narrow forehead,
+that it wholly concealed it, and touched his bushy, snow-white brows.
+The eyes under them needed to be taken on trust, they were so well
+concealed, but when they peered through the narrow chink between the rows
+of lashes, not even a mote escaped them.  Ulrich was shaping an arrow,
+and meantime asking the coal-burner numerous questions, and when the
+latter prepared to answer, the boy laughed heartily, for before Hangemarx
+could speak, he was obliged to straighten his crooked mouth by three
+jerking motions, in which his nose and cheeks shared.
+
+An important matter was being discussed between the two strangely
+dissimilar companions.
+
+After it grew dark, Ulrich was to come to the charcoal-burner again.
+Marx knew where a fine buck couched, and was to drive it towards the boy,
+that he might shoot it.  The host of the Lamb down in the town needed
+game, for his Gretel was to be married on Tuesday.  True, Marx could kill
+the animal himself, but Ulrich had learned to shoot too, and if the place
+whence the game came should be noised abroad, the charcoal-burner,
+without any scruples of conscience, could swear that he did not shoot
+the buck, but found it with the arrow in its heart.
+
+People called the charcoal-burner a poacher, and he owed his ill-name of
+"Hangemarx" to the circumstance that once, though long ago, he had
+adorned a gallows.  Yet he was not a dishonest man, only he remembered
+too faithfully the bold motto, which, when a boy, one peasant wood-cutter
+or charcoal-burner whispered to another:
+
+"Forest, stream and meadow are free."
+
+His dead father had joined the Bundschuh,--[A peasants' league which
+derived its name from the shoe, of peculiar shape, worn by its members.]
+--adopted this motto, and clung fast to it and with it, to the belief
+that every living thing in the forest belonged to him, as much as to the
+city, the nobles, or the monastery.  For this faith he had undergone much
+suffering, and owed to it his crooked mouth and ill name, for just as his
+beard was beginning to grow, the father of the reigning count came upon
+him, just after he had killed a fawn in the "free" forest.  The legs of
+the heavy animal were tied together with ropes, and Marx was obliged to
+take the ends of the knot between his teeth like a bridle, and drag the
+carcass to the castle.  While so doing his cheeks were torn open, and the
+evil deed neither pleased him nor specially strengthened his love for the
+count.  When, a short time after, the rebellion broke out in Stuhlingen,
+and he heard that everywhere the peasants were rising against the monks
+and nobles, he, too, followed the black, red and yellow banner, first
+serving with Hans Muller of Bulgenbach, then with Jacklein Rohrbach of
+Bockingen, and participating with the multitude in the overthrow of the
+city and castle of Neuenstein.  At Weinsberg he saw Count Helfenstein
+rush upon the spears, and when the noble countess was driven past him to
+Heilbronn in the dung-cart, he tossed his cap in the air with the rest.
+
+The peasant was to be lord now; the yoke of centuries was to be broken;
+unjust imposts, taxes, tithes and villenage would be forever abolished,
+while the fourth of the twelve articles he had heard read aloud more than
+once, remained firmly fixed in his memory "Game, birds and fish every one
+is free to catch."  Moreover, many a verse from the Gospel, unfavorable
+to the rich, but promising the kingdom of heaven to the poor, and that
+the last shall be first, had reached his ears.  Doubtless many of the
+leaders glowed with lofty enthusiasm for the liberation of the poor
+people from unendurable serfdom and oppression; but when Marx, and men
+like him, left wife and children and risked their lives, they remembered
+only the past, and the injustice they had suffered, and were full of a
+fierce yearning to trample the dainty, torturing demons under their
+heavy peasant feet.
+
+The charcoal-burner had never lighted such bright fires, never tasted
+such delicious meat and spicy wine, as during that period of his life,
+while vengeance had a still sweeter savor than all the rest.  When the
+castle fell, and its noble mistress begged for mercy, he enjoyed a
+foretaste of the promised paradise.  Satan has also his Eden of fiery
+roses, but they do not last long, and when they wither, put forth sharp
+thorns.  The peasants felt them soon enough, for at Sindelfingen they
+found their master in Captain Georg Truchsess of Waldberg.
+
+Marx fell into his troopers' hands and was hung on the gallows, but only
+in mockery and as a warning to others; for before he and his companions
+perished, the men took them down, cut their oath-fingers from their
+hands, and drove them back into their old servitude.  When he at last
+returned home, his house had been taken from his family, whom he found in
+extreme poverty.  The father of Adam, the smith, to whom he had formerly
+sold charcoal, redeemed the house, gave him work, and once, when a band
+of horsemen came to the city searching for rebellious peasants, the old
+man did not forbid him to hide three whole days in his barn.
+
+Since that time everything had been quiet in Swabia, and neither in
+forest, stream nor meadow had any freedom existed.
+
+Marx had only himself to provide for; his wife was dead, and his sons
+were raftsmen, who took pine logs to Mayence and Cologne, sometimes even
+as far as Holland.  He owed gratitude to no one but Adam, and showed in
+his way that he was conscious of it, for he taught Ulrich all sorts of
+things which were of no advantage to a boy, except to give him pleasure,
+though even in so doing he did not forget his own profit.  Ulrich was now
+fifteen, and could manage a cross-bow and hit the mark like a skilful
+hunter, and as the lad did not lack a love for the chase, Marx afforded
+him the pleasure.  All he had heard about the equal rights of men he
+engrafted into the boy's soul, and when to-day, for the hundredth time,
+Ulrich expressed a doubt whether it was not stealing to kill game that
+belonged to the count, the charcoal-burner straightened his mouth, and
+said:
+
+"Forest, stream and meadow are free.  Surely you know that."
+
+The boy gazed thoughtfully at the ground for a time, and then asked:
+
+"The fields too?"
+
+"The fields?" repeated Marx, in surprise.  "The fields?  The fields are a
+different matter."  He glanced as he spoke, at the field of oats he had
+sown in the autumn, and which now bore blades a finger long.  "The fields
+are man's work and belong to him who tills them, but the forest, stream
+and meadow were made by God.  Do you understand?  What God created for
+Adam and Eve is everybody's property."
+
+As the sun rose higher, and the cuckoo began to raise its voice, Ulrich's
+name was shouted loudly several times in rapid succession through the
+forest.  The arrow he had been shaping flew into a corner, and with a
+hasty "When it grows dusk, Marxle!"  Ulrich dashed into the woods, and
+soon joined his playmate Ruth.
+
+The pair strolled slowly through the forest by the side of the stream,
+enjoying the glorious morning, and gathering flowers to carry a bouquet
+to the little girl's mother.  Ruth culled the blossoms daintily with the
+tips of her fingers; Ulrich wanted to help, and tore the slender stalks
+in tufts from the roots by the handful.  Meantime their tongues were not
+idle.  Ulrich boastfully told her that Pater Benedictus had seen his
+picture of her father, recognized it instantly, and muttered something
+over it.  His mother's blood was strong in him; his imaginary world was a
+very different one from that of the narrow-minded boys of the Richtberg.
+
+His father had told him much, and the doctor still more, about the wide,
+wide world-kings, artists and great heroes.  From Hangemarx he learned,
+that he possessed the same rights and dignity as all other men, and
+Ruth's wonderful power of imagination peopled his fancy with the
+strangest shapes and figures.  She made royal crowns of wreaths,
+transformed the little hut, the lad had built of boughs, behind the
+doctor's house, into a glittering imperial palace, converted round
+pebbles into ducats and golden zechins--bread and apples into princely
+banquets; and when she had placed two stools before the wooden bench on
+which she sat with Ulrich her fancy instantly transformed them into a
+silver coronation coach with milk-white steeds.  When she was a fairy,
+Ulrich was obliged to be a magician; if she was the queen, he was king.
+
+When, to give vent to his animal spirits, Ulrich played with the
+Richtberg boys, he always led them, but allowed himself to be guided
+by little Ruth.  He knew that the doctor was a despised Jew, that she
+was a Jewish child; but his father honored the Hebrew, and the foreign
+atmosphere, the aristocratic, secluded repose that pervaded the solitary
+scholar's house, exerted a strange influence over him.
+
+When he entered it, a thrill ran through his frame; it seemed as if he
+were penetrating into some forbidden sanctuary.  He was the only one of
+all his playfellows, who was permitted to cross this threshold, and he
+felt it as a distinction, for, in spite of his youth, he realized that
+the quiet doctor, who knew everything that existed in heaven and on
+earth, and yet was as mild and gentle as a child, stood far, far above
+the miserable drudges, who struggled with sinewy hands for mere existence
+on the Richtberg.  He expected everything from him, and Ruth also seemed
+a very unusual creature, a delicate work of art, with whom he, and he
+only, was allowed to play.
+
+It might have happened, that when irritated he would upbraid her with
+being a wretched Jewess, but it would scarcely have surprised him,
+if she had suddenly stood before his eyes as a princess or a phoenix.
+
+When the Richtberg lay close beneath them, Ruth sat down on a stone,
+placing her flowers in her lap.  Ulrich threw his in too, and, as the
+bouquet grew, she held it towards him, and he thought it very pretty;
+but she said, sighing:
+
+"I wish roses grew in the forest; not common hedgeroses, but like those
+in Portugal--full, red, and with the real perfume.  There is nothing that
+smells sweeter."
+
+So it always was with the pair.  Ruth far outstripped Ulrich in her
+desires and wants, thus luring him to follow her.
+
+"A rose!" repeated Ulrich.  "How astonished you look!"
+
+Her wish reminded him of the magic word she had mentioned the day before,
+and they talked about it all the way home, Ulrich saying that he had
+waked three times in the night on account of it.  Ruth eagerly
+interrupted him, exclaiming:
+
+"I thought of it again too, and if any one would tell the what it was,
+I should know what to wish now.  I would not have a single human being
+in the world except you and me, and my father and mother."
+
+"And my little mother!" added Ulrich, earnestly.
+
+"And your father, too!"
+
+"Why, of course, he, too!" said the boy, as if to make hasty atonement
+for his neglect.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+The sun was shining brightly on the little windows of the Israelite's
+sitting-room, which were half open to admit the Spring air, though
+lightly shaded with green curtains, for Costa liked a subdued light, and
+was always careful to protect his apartment from the eyes of passers-by.
+
+There was nothing remarkable to be seen, for the walls were whitewashed,
+and their only ornament was a garland of lavender leaves, whose perfume
+Ruth's mother liked to inhale.  The whole furniture consisted of a chest,
+several stools, a bench covered with cushions, a table, and two plain
+wooden arm-chairs.
+
+One of the latter had long been the scene of Adam's happiest hours, for
+he used to sit in it when he played chess with Costa.
+
+He had sometimes looked on at the noble game while in Nuremberg; but the
+doctor understood it thoroughly, and had initiated him into all its
+rules.
+
+For the first two years Costa had remained far in advance of his pupil,
+then he was compelled to defend himself in good earnest, and now it not
+unfrequently happened that the smith vanquished the scholar.  True, the
+latter was much quicker than the former, who if the situation became
+critical, pondered over it an unconscionably long time.
+
+Two hands more unlike had rarely met over a chess-board; one suggested a
+strong, dark ploug-ox, the other a light, slender-limbed palfrey.  The
+Israelite's figure looked small in contrast with the smith's gigantic
+frame.  How coarse-grained, how heavy with thought the German's big, fair
+head appeared, how delicately moulded and intellectual the Portuguese
+Jew's.
+
+To-day the two men had again sat down to the game, but instead of
+playing, had been talking very, very earnestly.  In the course of the
+conversation the doctor had left his place and was pacing restlessly to
+and fro.  Adam retained his seat.
+
+His friend's arguments had convinced him.  Ulrich was to be sent to
+the monastery-school.  Costa had also been informed of the danger that
+threatened his own person, and was deeply agitated.  The peril was great,
+very great, yet it was hard, cruelly hard, to quit this peaceful nook.
+The smith understood what was passing in his mind, and said:
+
+"It is hard for you to go.  What binds you here to the Richtberg?"
+
+"Peace, peace!" cried the other.  "And then," he added more calmly,
+"I have gained land here."
+
+"You?"
+
+"The large and small graves behind the executioner's house, they are my
+estates."
+
+"It is hard, hard to leave them," said the smith, with drooping head.
+"All this comes upon you on account of the kindness you have shown my
+boy; you have had a poor reward from us."
+
+"Reward?" asked the other, a subtle smile hovering around his lips.
+"I expect none, neither from you nor fate.  I belong to a poor sect,
+that does not consider whether its deeds will be repaid or not.  We love
+goodness, set a high value on it, and practise it, so far as our power
+extends, because it is so beautiful.  What have men called good?  Only
+that which keeps the soul calm.  And what is evil?  That which fills it
+with disquiet.  I tell you, that the hearts of those who pursue virtue,
+though they are driven from their homes, hunted and tortured like noxious
+beasts, are more tranquil than those of their powerful persecutors, who
+practise evil.  He who seeks any other reward for virtue, than virtue
+itself, will not lack disappointment.  It is neither you nor Ulrich, who
+drives me hence, but the mysterious ancient curse, that pursues my people
+when they seek to rest; it is, it is....  Another time, to-morrow.  This
+is enough for to-day."
+
+When the doctor was alone, he pressed his hand to his brow and groaned
+aloud.  His whole life passed before his mind, and he found in it,
+besides terrible suffering, great and noble joys, and not an hour in
+which his desire for virtue was weakened.  He had spent happy years here
+in the peace of his simple home, and now must again set forth and wander
+on and on, with nothing before his eyes save an uncertain goal, at the
+end of a long, toilsome road.  What had hitherto been his happiness,
+increased his misery in this hour.  It was hard, unspeakably hard, to
+drag his wife and child through want and sorrow, and could Elizabeth,
+his wife, bear it again?
+
+He found her in the tiny garden behind the horse, kneeling before a
+flower-bed to weed it.  As he greeted her pleasantly, she rose and
+beckoned to him.
+
+"Let us sit down," he said, leading her to the bench before the hedge,
+that separated the garden from the forest.  There he meant to tell her,
+that they must again shake the dust from their feet.
+
+She had lost the power of speech on the rack in Portugal, and could only
+falter a few unintelligible words, when greatly excited, but her hearing
+had remained, and her husband understood how to read the expression of
+her eyes.  A great sorrow had drawn a deep line in the high, pure brow,
+and this also was eloquent; for when she felt happy and at peace it was
+scarcely perceptible, but if an anxious or sorrowful mood existed, the
+furrow contracted and deepened.  To-day it seemed to have entirely
+disappeared.  Her fair hair was drawn plainly and smoothly, over her
+temples, and the slender, slightly stooping figure, resembled a young
+tree, which the storm has bowed and deprived of strength and will to
+raise itself.
+
+"Beautiful!" she exclaimed in a smothered tone, with much effort, but
+her bright glance clearly expressed the joy that filled her soul, as she
+pointed to the green foliage around her and the blue sky over their
+heads.
+
+"Delicious-delicious!"  he answered, cordially.  "The June day is
+reflected in your dear face.  You have learned to be contented here?"
+
+Elizabeth nodded eagerly, pressing both hands upon her heart, while her
+eloquent glance told him how well, how grateful and happy, she felt here;
+and when in reply to his timid question, whether it would be hard for her
+to leave this place and seek another, a safer home, she gazed at first in
+surprise, then anxiously into his face, and then, with an eager gesture
+of refusal, gasped "Not go--not go!"  He answered, soothingly:
+
+"No, no; we are still safe here to-day!"
+
+Elizabeth knew her husband, and had keen eyes; a presentiment of
+approaching danger seized upon her.  Her features assumed an expression
+of terrified expectation and deep grief.  The furrow in her brow
+deepened, and questioning glances and gestures united with the
+"What?--what?" trembling on her lips.
+
+"Do not fear!" he replied, tenderly."  We must not spoil the present,
+because the future might bring something that is not agreeable to us."
+
+As he uttered the words, she pressed closely to him, clutching his arm
+with both hands, but he felt the rapid throbbing of her heart, and
+perceived by the violent agitation expressed in every feature, what deep,
+unconquerable horror was inspired by the thought of being compelled to go
+out into the world again, hunted from country to country, from town to
+town.  All that she had suffered for his sake, came back to his memory,
+and he clasped her trembling hands in his with passionate fervor.  It
+seemed as if it would be very, very easy, to die with her, but wholly
+impossible to thrust her forth again into a foreign land and to an
+uncertain fate; so, kissing her on her eyes, which were dilated with
+horrible fear, he exclaimed, as if no peril, but merely a foolish wish
+had suggested the desire to roam:
+
+"Yes, child, it is best here.  Let us be content with what we have.  We
+will stay!--yes, we will stay!"  Elizabeth drew a long breath, as if
+relieved from an incubus, her brow became smooth, and it seemed as if the
+dumb mouth joined the large upraised eyes in uttering an "Amen," that
+came from the inmost depths of the heart.
+
+Costa's soul was saddened and sorely troubled, when he returned to the
+house and his writing-table.  The old maid-servant, who had accompanied
+him from Portugal, entered at the same time, and watched his
+preparations, shaking her head.  She was a small, crippled Jewess, a
+grey-haired woman, with youthful, bright, dark eyes, and restless hands,
+that fluttered about her face with rapid, convulsive gestures, while she
+talked.
+
+She had grown old in Portugal, and contracted rheumatism in the unusual
+cold of the North, so even in Spring she wrapped her head in all the gay
+kerchiefs she owned.  She kept the house scrupulously neat, understood
+how to prepare tempting dishes from very simple materials, and bought
+everything she needed for the kitchen.  This was no trifling matter for
+her, since, though she had lived more than nine years in the black
+Forest, she had learned few German words.  Even these the neighbors
+mistook for Portuguese, though they thought the language bore some
+distant resemblance to German.  Her gestures they understood perfectly.
+
+She had voluntarily followed the doctor's father, yet she could not
+forgive the dead man, for having brought her out of the warm South into
+this horrible country.  Having been her present master's nurse, she took
+many liberties with him, insisting upon knowing everything that went on
+in the household, of which she felt herself the oldest, and therefore the
+most distinguished member; and it was strange how quickly she could hear
+when she chose, spite of her muffled ears!
+
+To-day she had been listening again, and as her master was preparing to
+take his seat at the table and sharpen his goose-quill, she glanced
+around to see that they were entirely alone; then approached, saying in
+Portuguese:
+
+"Don't begin that, Lopez.  You must listen to me first."
+
+"Must I?" he asked, kindly.
+
+"If you don't choose to do it, I can go!"  she answered, angrily.  "To be
+sure, sitting still is more comfortable than running."
+
+"What do you mean by that?"
+
+"Do you suppose yonder books are the walls of Zion?  Do you feel inclined
+to make the monks' acquaintance once more?"
+
+"Fie, fie,  Rahel, listening again?  Go  into  the kitchen!"
+
+"Directly!  Directly!  But I will speak first.  You pretend, that you are
+only staying here to please your wife, but it's no such thing.  It's
+yonder writing that keeps you.  I know life, but you and your wife are
+just like two children.  Evil is forgotten in the twinkling of an eye,
+and blessing is to come straight from Heaven, like quails and manna.
+What sort of a creature have your books made you, since you came with the
+doctor's hat from Coimbra?  Then everybody said: 'Lopez, Senor Lopez.
+Heavenly Father, what a shining light he'll be!'  And now!  The Lord have
+mercy on us!  You work, work, and what does it bring you?  Not an egg;
+not a rush!  Go to your uncle in the Netherlands.  He'll forget the
+curse, if you submit!  How many of the zechins, your father saved, are
+still left?"
+
+Here the doctor interrupted the old woman's torrent of speech with a
+stern "enough!" but she would not allow herself to be checked, and
+continued with increasing volubility.
+
+"Enough, you say?  I fret over perversity enough in silence.  May my
+tongue wither, if I remain mute to-day.  Good God!  child, are you out
+of your senses?  Everything has been crammed into your poor head, but
+to be sure it isn't written in the books, that when people find out what
+happened in Porto, and that you married a baptized child, a Gentile,
+a Christian girl......"
+
+At these words the doctor rose, laid his hands on the servant's shoulder,
+and said with grave, quiet earnestness.
+
+"Whoever speaks of that, may betray it;  may betray it.  Do you
+understand me, Rahel?  I know your good intentions, and therefore tell
+you: my wife is content here, and danger is still far away.  We shall
+stay.  And besides: since Elizabeth became mine, the Jews avoid me as an
+accursed, the Christians as a condemned man.  The former close the doors,
+the latter would fain open them; the gates of a prison, I mean.  No
+Portuguese will come here, but in the Netherlands there is more than one
+monk and one Jew from Porto, and if any of them recognize me and find
+Elizabeth with me, it will involve no less trifle than her life and mine.
+I shall stay here; you now know why, and can go to your kitchen."
+
+Old Rahel reluctantly obeyed, yet the doctor did not resume his seat at
+the writing-table, but for a long time paced up and down among his books
+more rapidly than usual.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+St. John's day was close at hand.  Ulrich was to go to the monastery the
+following morning.  Hitherto Father Benedict had been satisfied, and no
+one molested the doctor.  Yet the tranquillity, which formerly exerted so
+beneficial an effect, had departed, and the measures of precaution he now
+felt compelled to adopt, like everything else that brought him into
+connection with the world, interrupted the progress of his work.
+
+The smith was obliged to provide Ulrich with clothing, and for this
+purpose went with the lad and a well-filled purse, not to his native
+place, but to the nearest large city.
+
+There many a handsome suit of garments hung in the draper's windows,
+and the barefooted boy blushed crimson with delight, when he stood before
+this splendid show.  As he was left free to choose, he instantly selected
+the clothes a nobleman had ordered for his son, and which, from head to
+foot, were blue on one side and yellow on the other.  But Adam pushed
+them angrily aside.  Ulrich's pleasure in the gay stuff reminded him of
+his wife's outfit, the pink and green gowns.
+
+So he bought two dark suits, which fitted the lad's erect figure as if
+moulded upon him, and when the latter stood before him in the inn, neatly
+dressed, with shoes on his feet, and a student's cap on his head, Adam
+could not help gazing at him almost idolatrously.
+
+The tavern-keeper whispered to the smith, that it was long since he had
+seen so handsome a young fellow, and the hostess, after bringing the
+beer, stroked the boy's curls with her wet hand.
+
+On reaching home, Adam permitted his son to go to the doctor's in his new
+clothes; Ruth screamed with joy when she saw him, walked round and round
+him, and curiously felt the woollen stuff of the doublet and its blue
+slashes, ever and anon clapping her hands in delight.
+
+Her parents had expected that the parting would excite her most
+painfully, but she smiled joyously into her playmate's face, when he bade
+her farewell, for she took the matter in her usual way, not as it really
+was, but as she imagined it to be.  Instead of the awkward Ulrich of the
+present, the fairy-prince he was now to become stood before her; he was
+to return without fail at Christmas, and then how delightful it would be
+to play with him again.  Of late they had been together even more than
+usual, continually seeking for the word, and planning a thousand
+delightful things he was to conjure up for her, and she for him and
+others.
+
+It was the Sabbath, and on this day old Rahel always dressed the child in
+a little yellow silk frock, while on Sunday her mother did the same.  The
+gown particularly pleased Ulrich's eye, and when she wore it, he always
+became more yielding and obeyed her every wish.  So Ruth rejoiced that it
+chanced to be the Sabbath, and while she passed her hand over his
+doublet, he stroked her silk dress.
+
+They had not much to say to each other, for their tongues always faltered
+in the presence of others.  The doctor gave Ulrich many an admonitory
+word, his wife kissed him, and as a parting remembrance hung a small gold
+ring, with a glittering stone, about his neck, and old Rahel gave him a
+kerchief full of freshly-baked cakes to eat on his way.
+
+At noon on St. John's day, Ulrich and his father stood before the gate of
+the monastery.  Servants and mettled steeds were waiting there, and the
+porter, pointing to them, said: "Count Frohlinger is within."
+
+Adam turned pale, pressed his son so convulsively to his breast that he
+groaned with pain, sent a laybrother to call Father Benedict, confided
+his child to him, and walked towards home with drooping head.
+
+Hitherto Ulrich had not known whether to enjoy or dread the thought of
+going to the monastery-school.  The preparations had been pleasant
+enough, and the prospect of sharing the same bench with the sons of
+noblemen and aristocratic citizens, flattered his unity; but when he saw
+his father depart, his heart melted and his eyes grew wet.  The monk;
+noticing this, drew him towards him, patted his shoulder, and said: "Keep
+up your courage!  You will see that it is far pleasanter with us, than
+down in the Richtberg."
+
+This gave Ulrich food for thought, and he did not glance around as the
+Father led him up the steep stairs to the landing-place, and past the
+refectory into the court-yard.
+
+Monks were pacing silently up and down the corridors that surrounded it,
+and one after another raised his shaven head higher over his white cowl,
+to cast a look at the new pupil.
+
+Behind the court-yard stood the stately, gable-roofed building containing
+the guest-rooms, and between it and the church lay the school-garden,
+a meadow planted with fruit trees, separated from the highway by a wall.
+
+Benedictus opened the wooden gate, and pushed Ulrich into the playground.
+
+The noise there had been loud enough, but at his entrance the game
+stopped, and his future companions nudged each other, scanning him with
+scrutinizing glances.
+
+The monk beckoned to several of the pupils, and made them acquainted with
+the smith's son, then stroking Ulrich's curls again, left him alone with
+the others.
+
+On St. John's day the boys were given their liberty and allowed to play
+to their hearts' content.
+
+They took no special notice of Ulrich, and after having stared
+sufficiently and exchanged a few words with him, continued their
+interrupted game of trying to throw stones over the church roof.
+
+Meantime Ulrich looked at his comrades.
+
+There were large and small, fair and dark lads among them, but not one
+with whom he could not have coped.  To this point his scrutiny was first
+directed.
+
+At last he turned his attention to the game.  Many of the stones, that
+had been thrown, struck the slates on the roof; not one had passed over
+the church.  The longer the unsuccessful efforts lasted, the more evident
+became the superior smile on Ulrich's lips, the faster his heart
+throbbed.  His eyes searched the grass, and when he had discovered a
+flat, sharp-edged stone, he hurriedly stooped, pressed silently into the
+ranks of the players, and bending the upper part of his body far back,
+summoned all his strength, and hurled the stone in a beautiful curve high
+into the air.
+
+Forty sparkling eyes followed it, and a loud shout of joy rang out as it
+vanished behind the church roof.  One alone, a tall, thin, black-haired
+lad, remained silent, and while the others were begging Ulrich to throw
+again, searched for a stone, exerted all his power to equal the 11
+"greenhorn," and almost succeeded.  Ulrich now sent a second stone after
+the first, and, again the cast was successful.  Dark-browed Xaver
+instantly seized a new missile, and the contest that now followed so
+engrossed the attention of all, that they saw and heard nothing until a
+deep voice, in a firm, though not unkind tone, called: "Stop, boys!
+No games must be played with the church."
+
+At these words the younger boys hastily dropped the stones they had
+gathered, for the man who had shouted, was no less a personage than the
+Lord Abbot himself.
+
+Soon the lads approached to kiss the ecclesiastic's hand or sleeve, and
+the stately priest, who understood how to guide those subject to him by a
+glance of his dark eyes, graciously and kindly accepted the salutation.
+
+"Grave in office, and gay in sport" was his device.  Count von
+Frohlinger, who had entered the garden with him, looked like one whose
+motto runs: "Never grave and always gay."
+
+The nobleman had not grown younger since Ulrich's mother fled into the
+world, but his eyes still sparkled joyously and the brick-red hue that
+tinged his handsome face between his thick white moustache and his eyes,
+announced that he was no less friendly to wine than to fair women.  How
+well his satin clothes and velvet cloak became him, how beautifully the
+white puffs were relieved against the deep blue of his dress!  How
+proudly the white and yellow plumes arched over his cap, and how delicate
+were the laces on his collar and cuffs!  His son, the very image of the
+handsome father, stood beside him, and the count had laid his hand
+familiarly on his shoulder, as if he were not his child, but a friend
+and comrade.
+
+"A devil of a fellow!"  whispered the count to the abbot.  "Did you see
+the fair-haired lad's throw?  From what house does the young noble come?"
+
+The prelate shrugged his shoulders, and answered smiling:
+
+"From the smithy at Richtberg."
+
+"Does he belong to Adam?" laughed the other.  "Zounds!  I had a bitter
+hour in the confessional on his mother's account.  He has inherited the
+beautiful Florette's hair and eyes; otherwise he looks like his father.
+With your permission, my Lord Abbot, I'll call the boy."
+
+"Afterwards, afterwards," replied the superior of the monastery in a tone
+of friendly denial, which permitted no contradiction.  "First tell the
+boys, what we have decided?"
+
+Count Frohlinger bowed respectfully, then drew his son closer to his
+side, and waited for the boys, to whom the abbot beckoned.
+
+As soon as they had gathered in a group before him, the nobleman
+exclaimed:
+
+"You have just bid this good-for-nothing farewell.  What should you say,
+if I left him among you till Christmas?  The Lord Abbot will keep him,
+and you, you...."
+
+But he had no time to finish the sentence.  The pupils rushed upon him,
+shouting:
+
+"Stay here, Philipp!  Count Lips must stay!"
+
+One little flaxen-headed fellow nestled closely to his regained
+protector, another kissed the count's hand, and two larger boys seized
+Philipp by the arm and tried to drag him away from his father, back into
+their circle.
+
+The abbot looked on at the tumult kindly, and bright tear-drops ran down
+into the old count's beard, for his heart was easily touched.  When he
+recovered his composure, he exclaimed:
+
+"Lips shall stay, you rogues; he shall stay!  And the Lord Abbot has
+given you permission, to come with me to-day to my hunting-box and light
+a St. John's fire.  There shall be no lack of cakes and wine."
+
+"Hurrah!  hurrah!  Long live the count!"  shouted the pupils, and all
+who had caps tossed them into the air.  Ulrich was carried away by the
+enthusiasm of the others; and all the evil words his father had so
+lavishly heaped on the handsome, merry gentleman--all Hangemarx's abuse
+of knights and nobles were forgotten.
+
+The abbot and his companion withdrew, but as soon as the boys knew that
+they were unobserved, Count Lips cried:
+
+"You fellow yonder, you greenhorn, threw the stone over the roof.  I saw
+it.  Come here.  Over the roof?  That should be my right.  Whoever breaks
+the first window in the steeple, shall be victor."
+
+The smith's son felt embarrassed, for he shrank from the mischief and
+feared his father and the abbot.  But when the young count held out his
+closed hands, saying: "If you choose the red stone, you shall throw
+first," he pointed to his companion's right hand, and, as it concealed
+the red pebble, began the contest.  He threw the stone, and struck the
+window.  Amid loud shouts of exultation from the boys, more than one
+round pane of glass, loosened from the leaden casing, rattled in broken
+fragments on the church roof, and from thence fell silently on the grass.
+Count Lips laughed aloud in his delight, and was preparing to follow
+Ulrich's example, but the wooden gate was pushed violently open, and
+Brother Hieronymus, the most severe of all the monks, appeared in the
+playground.  The zealous priest's cheeks glowed with anger, terrible were
+the threats he uttered, and declaring that the festival of St. John
+should not be celebrated, unless the shameless wretch, who had
+blasphemously shattered the steeple window, confessed his fault,
+he scanned the pupils with rolling eyes.
+
+Young Count Lips stepped boldly forward, saying beseechingly:
+
+"I did it, Father--unintentionally!  Forgive me!"
+
+"You?" asked the monk, his voice growing lower and more gentle, as he
+continued: "Folly and wantonness without end!  When will you learn
+discretion, Count Philipp?  But as you did it unintentionally, I will
+let it pass for to-day."
+
+With these words, the monk left the court-yard; and as soon as the gate
+had closed behind him, Ulrich approached his generous companion, and said
+in a tone that only he could hear, yet grateful to the inmost depths of
+his heart:
+
+"I will repay you some day."
+
+"Nonsense!" laughed the young count, throwing his arm over the shoulder
+of the artisan's son.  "If the glass wouldn't rattle, I would throw now;
+but there's another day coming to-morrow."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+Autumn had come.  The yellow leaves were fluttering about the school
+play-ground, the starlings were gathering in flocks on the church roof
+to take their departure, and Ulrich would fain have gone with them, no
+matter where.  He could not feel at home in the monastery and among his
+companions.  Always first in Richtberg, he was rarely so here, most
+seldom of all in school, for his father had forbidden the doctor to
+teach him Latin, so in that study he was last of all.
+
+Often, when every one was asleep, the poor lad sat studying by the ever-
+burning lamp in the lobby, but in vain.  He could not come up with the
+others, and the unpleasant feeling of remaining behind, in spite of the
+most honest effort, spoiled his life and made him irritable.
+
+His comrades did not spare him, and when they called him "horse-boy,"
+because he was often obliged to help Pater Benedictus in bringing
+refractory horses to reason, he flew into a rage and used his superior
+strength.
+
+He stood on the worst terms of all with black-haired Xaver, to whom he
+owed the nickname.
+
+This boy's father was the chief magistrate of the little city, and was
+allowed to take his son home with him at Michaelmas.
+
+When the black-haired lad returned, he had many things to tell, gathered
+from half-understood rumor, about Ulrich's parents.  Words were now
+uttered, that brought the blood to Ulrich's cheeks, yet he intentionally
+pretended not to hear them, because he dared not contradict tales that
+might be true.  He well knew who had brought all these stories to the
+others, and answered Xaver's malicious spite with open enmity.
+
+Count Lips did not trouble himself about any of these things, but
+remained Ulrich's most intimate friend, and was fond of going with him
+to see the horses.  His vivacious intellect joyously sympathized with the
+smith's son, when he told him about Ruth's imaginary visions, and often
+in the play-ground he went apart with Ulrich from their companions; but
+this very circumstance was a thing that many, who had formerly been on
+more intimate terms with the aristocratic boy, were not disposed to
+forgive the new-comer.
+
+Xaver had never been friendly to the count's son, and succeeded in
+irritating many against their former favorite, because he fancied himself
+better than they, and still more against Ulrich, who was half a servant,
+yet presumed to play the master and offer them violence.
+
+The monks employed in the school soon noticed the ill terms, on which the
+new pupil stood with his companions, and did not lack reasons for shaking
+their heads over him.
+
+Benedictus had not been able to conceal, who had been Ulrich's teacher
+in Richtberg; and the seeds the Jew had planted in the boy, seemed to be
+bearing strange and vexatious fruit.
+
+Father Hieronymus, who instructed the pupils in religion, fairly raged,
+when he spoke of the destructive doctrines, that haunted the new
+scholar's head.
+
+When, soon after Ulrich's reception into the school, he had spoken of
+Christ's work of redemption, and asked the boy: "From what is the world
+to be delivered by the Saviour's suffering?" the answer was: "From the
+arrogance of the rich and great."  Hieronymus had spoken of the holy
+sacraments, and put the question: "By what means can the Christian surely
+obtain mercy, unless he bolts the door against it--that is, commits a
+mortal sin?" and Ulrich's answer was: "By doing unto others, what you
+would have others do unto you."
+
+Such strange words might be heard by dozens from the boy's lips.  Some
+were repeated from Hangemarx's sayings, others from the doctor's; and
+when asked where he obtained them, he quoted only the latter, for the
+monks were not to be allowed to know anything about his intercourse with
+the poacher.
+
+Sharp reproofs and severe penances were now bestowed, for many a word
+that he had thought beautiful and pleasing in the sight of God; and the
+poor, tortured young soul often knew no help in its need.
+
+He could not turn to the dear God and the Saviour, whom he was said to
+have blasphemed, for he feared them; but when he could no longer bear his
+grief, discouragement, and yearning, he prayed to the Madonna for help.
+
+The image of the unhappy woman, about whom he had heard nothing but ill
+words, who had deserted him, and whose faithlessness gave the other boys
+a right to jeer at him, floated before his eyes, with that of the pure,
+holy Virgin in the church, brought by Father Lukas from Italy.
+
+In spite of all the complaints about him, which were carried to the
+abbot, the latter thought him a misguided, but good and promising boy,
+an opinion strengthened by the music-teacher and the artist Lukas, whose
+best pupil Ulrich was; but they also were enraged against the Jew, who
+had lured this nobly-gifted child along the road of destruction; and
+often urged the abbot, who was anything but a zealot, to subject him to
+an examination by torture.
+
+In November, the chief magistrate was summoned, and informed of the
+heresies with which the Hebrew had imperiled the soul of a Christian
+child.
+
+The wise abbot wished to avoid anything, that would cause excitement,
+during this time of rebellion against the power of the Church, but the
+magistrate claimed the right to commence proceedings against the doctor.
+Of course, he said, sufficient proof must be brought against the accused.
+Father Hieronymus might note down the blasphemous tenets he heard from
+the boy's lips before witnesses, and at the Advent season the smith and
+his son would be examined.
+
+The abbot, who liked to linger over his books, was glad to know that the
+matter was in the hands of the civil authorities, and enjoined Hieronymus
+to pay strict attention.
+
+On the third Sunday in Advent, the magistrate again came to the
+monastery.  His horses had worked their way with the sleigh through the
+deep snow in the ravine with much difficulty, and, half-frozen, he went
+directly to the refectory and there asked for his son.
+
+The latter was lying with a bandaged eye in the cold dormitory, and when
+his father sought him, he heard that Ulrich had wounded him.
+
+It would not have needed Xaver's bitter complaints, to rouse his father
+to furious rage against the boy who had committed this violence, and he
+was by no means satisfied, when he learned that the culprit had been
+excluded for three weeks from the others' sports, and placed on a very
+frugal diet.  He went furiously to the abbot.
+
+The day before (Saturday), Ulrich had gone at noon, without the young
+count, who was in confinement for some offence, to the snow-covered play-
+ground, where he was attacked by Xaver and a dozen of his comrades,
+pushed into a snow-bank, and almost suffocated.  The conspirators had
+stuffed icicles and snow under his clothes next his skin, taken off his
+shoes and filled them with snow, and meantime Xaver jumped upon his back,
+pressing his face into the snow till Ulrich lost his breath, and believed
+his last hour had come.
+
+Exerting the last remnant of his strength, he had succeeded in throwing
+off and seizing his tormentor.  While the others fled, he wreaked his
+rage on the magistrate's son to his heart's content, first with his
+fists, and then with the heavy shoe that lay beside him.  Meantime,
+snowballs had rained upon his body and head from all directions,
+increasing his fury; and as soon as Xaver no longer struggled he started
+up, exclaiming with glowing cheeks and upraised fists:
+
+"Wait, wait, you wicked fellows!  The doctor in Richtberg knows a word,
+by which he shall turn you all into toads and rats, you miserable
+rascals!"
+
+Xaver had remembered this speech, which he repeated to his father,
+cleverly enlarged with many a false word.  The abbot listened to the
+magistrate's complaint very quietly.
+
+The angry father was no sufficient witness for him, yet the matter seemed
+important enough to send for and question Ulrich, though the meal-time
+had already begun.  The Jew had really spoken to his daughter about the
+magic word, and the pupil of the monastery had threatened his companions
+with it.  So the investigation might begin.
+
+Ulrich was led back to the prison-chamber, where some thin soup and bread
+awaited him, but he touched neither.  Food and drink disgusted him, and
+he could neither work nor sit still.
+
+The little bell, which, summoned all the occupants of the monastery, was
+heard at an unusual hour, and about vespers the sound of sleigh-bells
+attracted him to the window.  The abbot and Father Hieronymus were
+talking in undertones to the magistrate, who was just preparing to enter
+his sleigh.
+
+They were speaking of him and the doctor, and the pupils had just been
+summoned to bear witness against him.  No one had told him so, but he
+knew it, and was seized with such anxiety about the doctor, that drops
+of perspiration stood on his brow.
+
+He was clearly aware that he had mingled his teacher's words with the
+poacher's blasphemous sayings, and also that he had put the latter into
+the mouth of Ruth's father.
+
+He was a traitor, a liar, a miserable scoundrel!
+
+He wished to go to the abbot and confess all, yet dared not, and so the
+hours stole away until the time for the evening mass.
+
+While in church he strove to pray, not only for himself but for the
+doctor, but in vain, he could think of nothing but the trial, and while
+kneeling with his hands over his eyes, saw the Jew in fetters before him,
+and he himself at the trial in the town-hall.
+
+At last the mass ended.
+
+Ulrich rose.  Just before him hung the large crucifix, and the Saviour on
+the cross, who with his head bowed on one side, usually gazed so gently
+and mournfully upon the ground, to-day seemed to look at him with mingled
+reproach and accusation.
+
+In the dormitory, his companions avoided him as if he had the plague, but
+he scarcely noticed it.
+
+The moonlight and the reflection from the snow shone brightly through the
+little window, but Ulrich longed for darkness, and buried his face in the
+pillows.  The clock in the steeple struck ten.
+
+He raised himself and listened to the deep breathing of the sleepers on
+his right and left, and the gnawing of a mouse under the bed.
+
+His heart throbbed faster and more anxiously, but suddenly seemed to
+stand still, for a low voice had called his name.
+
+"Ulrich!" it whispered again, and the young count, who lay beside him,
+rose in bed and bent towards him.  Ulrich had told him about the word,
+and often indulged in wishes with him, as he had formerly done with Ruth.
+Philipp now whispered:
+
+"They are going to attack the doctor.  The abbot and magistrate
+questioned us, as if it were a matter of life and death.  I kept what
+I know about the word to myself, for I'm sorry for the Jew, but Xaver,
+spiteful fellow, made it appear as if you really possessed the spell,
+and just now he came to me and said his father would seize the Jew early
+to-morrow morning, and then he would be tortured.  Whether they will hang
+or burn him is the question.  His life is forfeited, his father said--and
+the black-visaged rascal rejoiced over it."
+
+"Sileutium, turbatores!"  cried the sleepy voice of the monk in charge,
+and the boys hastily drew back into the feathers and were silent.
+
+The young count soon fell asleep again, but Ulrich buried his head still
+deeper among the pillows; it seemed as if he saw the mild, thoughtful
+face of the man, from whom he had received so much affection, gazing
+reproachfully at him; then the dumb wife appeared before his mind,
+and he fancied her soft hand was lovingly stroking his cheeks as usual.
+Ruth also appeared, not in the yellow silk dress, but clad in rags of a
+beggar, and she wept, hiding her face in her mother's lap.
+
+He groaned aloud.  The clock struck eleven.  He rose and listened.
+Nothing stirred, and slipping on his clothes, he took his shoes in his
+hand and tried to open the window at the head of his bed.  It had stood
+open during the day, but the frost fastened it firmly to the frame.
+Ulrich braced his foot against the wall and pulled with all his strength,
+but it resisted one jerk after another; at last it suddenly yielded and
+flew open, making a slight creaking and rattling, but the monk on guard
+did not wake, only murmured softly in his sleep.
+
+The boy stood motionless for a time, holding his breath, then swung
+himself upon the parapet and looked out.  The dormitory was in the second
+story of the monastery, above the rampart, but a huge bank of snow rose
+beside the wall, and this strengthened his courage.
+
+With hurrying fingers he made the sign of the cross, a low: "Mary, pray
+for me," rose from his lips, then he shut his eyes and risked the leap.
+
+There was a buzzing, roaring sound in his ears, his mother's image
+blended in strange distortion with the Jew's, then an icy sea swallowed
+him, and it seemed as if body and soul were frozen.  But this sensation
+overpowered him only a few minutes, then working his way out of the mass
+of snow, he drew on his shoes, and dashed as if pursued by a pack of
+wolves, down the mountain, through the ravine, across the heights, and
+finally along the river to the city and the Richtberg.
+
+
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