Margery — Volume 08 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 90 pages of information about Margery — Volume 08.

Margery — Volume 08 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 90 pages of information about Margery — Volume 08.

Thus the pinch and sacrifice were on a sudden ended; and albeit a snow-storm ere long came down on us, yet the sunshine in my bosom was still as bright as though Spring had dawned there in the December season, and all care and fear were banished.

CHAPTER XV.

It was noon.  Master Peter could not come to table for a bad headache, and Cousin Maud scarce opened her lips.  The sudden turn of matters had upset her balance, and so dazed her brain that she would answer at cross-purposes, and had ordered so many pats of butter from the farm wench as though she had cakes to bake for a whole convent full of sisters.  Likewise a strange unrest kept her moving to and fro, and this was beginning to come upon me likewise, by reason that Ann came not, albeit in the morning she had promised to be here again at noon.

I was about to make ready to seek her, when I was stopped, first by a message from the forest bidding me, albeit I had scarce left the lodge, to return thither no later than on the morrow; and next by an unlooked-for guest, who had for long indeed been lost to sight.  This was Lorenz Abenberger, the apothecary’s son, erewhile a companion of Herdegen in his youth, and he who, after he had beguiled the other pueri to dig for treasure, had been turned out of the school.  Since those days, when likewise he had cast nativities for us maidens, and many a time amused us with his magic arts, we had no knowledge of him but that, after his parents’ death, he had ceased to ply the apothecary’s trade, and had given himself up to the study of Alchemy.  If folks spoke truth he had already discovered the philosopher’s stone, or was nigh to doing so:  but notwithstanding that many learned men, and among them the Magister had assured me, that such a thing was by no means beyond the skill of man, Lorenz Abenberger for certain had not attained his end, inasmuch as that, when he appeared in my presence, his aspect was rather that of a beggar than of a potent wise-head at whose behest lead and copper are transmuted into gold.

He had heard of the great sum needed for Herdegen’s ransom, and he now came to assure me of the warm friendship he had ever cherished for his old school-mate, and that he had it in his power to create the means of releasing him from bondage.  Then, marking that I gazed pitifully on his thread-bare, meagre, and by no means clean raiment, whence there came a sour, drug-like smell, he broke into a foul laugh and said that, to be sure, it would seem strange that so beggarly a figure should make bold to promise so great a treasure; howbeit, he stood to his word.  So sure as night follows day, he could reach the goal for which he had consumed all his father’s and mother’s estate, nay all he had in the world, if he might but once have three pounds of pure gold to do whatsoever he would withal.  If I would yield to his entreaties and be moved to grant what he needed, he was ready

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