In the Blue Pike — Complete eBook

Georg Ebers
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Title:  In The Blue Pike, Complete

Author:  Georg Ebers

Release Date:  April, 2004 [EBook #5587] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on August 17, 2002]

Edition:  10

Language:  English

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IN THE BLUE PIKE, Complete

By Georg Ebers

Volume 1.

Translated from the German by Mary T. Safford

CHAPTER I.

“May a thunderbolt strike you!” The imprecation suited the rough fellow who uttered it.  He had pointed out of doors as he spoke, and scarcely lowered the strange tones of his voice, yet of all the rabble who surrounded him only two persons understood his meaning—­a fading, sickly girl, and the red-haired woman, only a few years her senior, who led the swearing man by a chain, like a tame bear.

The Nuremberg magistrates had had Cyriax’s tongue cropped for gross blasphemy, and listeners could scarcely comprehend the words he mangled in his gasping speech.

The red-haired woman dropped the knife with which she was slicing bread and onions into a pot, and looked at her companion with an anxious, questioning glance.

“Nuremberg Honourables,” he stammered as fast as he could, snatched his wife’s shawl from her shoulders, and drew it over his unkempt head.

The woman beckoned to their travelling companions—­a lame fellow of middle age who, propped on crutches, leaned against the wall, an older pock-marked man with a bloated face, and the sickly girl—­calling to them in the harsh, metallic voice peculiar to hawkers and elderly singers at fairs.

“Help Cyriax hide.  You first, Jungel!  They needn’t recognise him as soon as they get in.  Nuremberg magistrates are coming.  Aristocratic blood-suckers of the Council.  Who knows what may still be on the tally for us?”

Kuni, the pale-faced girl, wrapped her bright-coloured garment tighter around her mutilated left leg, and obeyed.  Lame Jungel, too, prepared to fulfil red-haired Gitta’s wish.

But Raban had glanced out, and hastily drew the cloth jerkin, patched with green and blue linen, closer through his belt, ejaculating anxiously: 

“Young Groland of the Council.  I know him.”

This exclamation induced the other vagabonds to glide along the wall to the nearest door, intending to slip out.

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