Word Only a Word, a — Complete eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 352 pages of information about Word Only a Word, a — Complete.

Word Only a Word, a — Complete eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 352 pages of information about Word Only a Word, a — Complete.

“I don’t think them so much amiss,” replied Moor.  “Whatever friendly spirits now work for you at night, you must learn in Antwerp to paint in broad day at any hour.”

“In Antwerp?”

“We shall prepare for departure this very day.  It must be done with the utmost privacy.  When Isabella has gone, pack your best clothes in the little knapsack.  Perhaps we shall leave secretly; we have remained in Madrid long enough.  Keep yourself always in readiness.  No one, do you hear, no human being, not even the servants, must suspect what is going on.  I know you; you are no babbler.”

The artist suddenly paused and turned pale, for men’s loud, angry voices were heard outside the door of the studio.

Ulrich too was startled.

The master’s intention of leaving Madrid had pleased him, for it would withdraw the former from the danger that might result from his own imprudence.  But as the strife in the anteroom grew louder, he already saw the alguazils forcing their way into the studio.

Moor went towards the door, but it was thrown wide open ere he reached it, and a bearded lansquenet crossed the threshold.

Laughing scornfully, he shouted a few derisive words at the French servants who had tried to stop him, then turning to the artist, and throwing back his broad chest, he held out his arms towards Moor, with passionate ardor, exclaiming:  “These French flunkies—­the varlets, tried to keep me from waiting upon my benefactor, my friend, the great Moor, to show my reverence for him.  How you stare at me, Master!  Have you forgotten Christmas-day at Emmendingen, and Hans Eitelfritz from Colln on the Spree?”

Every trace of anxiety instantly vanished from the face of the artist, who certainly had not recognized in this braggart the modest companion of those days.

Eitelfritz was strangely attired, so gaily and oddly dressed, that he could not fail to be conspicuous even among his comrades.  One leg of his breeches, striped with red and blue, reached far below his knee, while the other, striped with yellow and green, enclosed the upper part of the limb, like a full muff.  Then how many puffs, slashes and ribbons adorned his doublet!  What gay plumes decked the pointed edge of his cap.

Moor gave the faithful fellow a friendly welcome, and expressed his pleasure at meeting him so handsomely equipped.  He held his head higher now, than he used to do under the wagon-tilt and in quarters, and doubtless he had earned a right to do so.

“The fact is,” replied Hans Eitelfritz, “I’ve received double pay for the past nine months, and take a different view of life from that of a poor devil of a man-at-arms who goes fighting through the country.  You know the ditty: 

       “’There is one misery on earth,
        Well, well for him, who knows it not! 
        With beggar’s staff to wander forth,
        Imploring alms from spot to spot.’

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