In the Blue Pike — Volume 01 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 51 pages of information about In the Blue Pike — Volume 01.

In the Blue Pike — Volume 01 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 51 pages of information about In the Blue Pike — Volume 01.

“I always said so.  She’ll die a saint yet.”  Then grasping Kuni’s arm roughly, he dragged her down to him, and whispered jeeringly: 

“Ratz has a full purse and sticks to his offer for the cart.  If you put on airs long, he’ll get it and the donkey, too, and you’ll be left here.  What was it about Groland?  You can try how you’ll manage on your stump without us, if we’re too bad for you.”

“We are not under eternal obligations to you on the child’s account,” added red-haired Gitta in a gentler tone.  “Don’t vex my husband, or he’ll keep his word about the cart, and who else will be bothered with a useless creature like you?”

The girl lowered her eyes and looked at her crippled limb.

How would she get on without the cart, which received her when the pain grew too sharp and the road was too hard and long?

So she turned to the others again, saying soothingly: 

“It all happened in the time before I fell.”  Then she looked out of doors once more, but she did not find what she sought.  The Nuremberg travellers had ridden through the broad gateway into the large square courtyard, surrounded by stables on three sides.  When Cyriax and his wife again called to her, desiring to know what had passed between her and Groland, she clasped her hands around her knees, fixed her eyes on the gaystuffs wound around the stump where her foot had been amputated, and in a low, reluctant tone, continued: 

“You want to learn what I have to do with Herr Groland?  It was about six years ago, in front of St. Sebald’s church, in Nuremberg.  A wedding was to take place.  The bridegroom was one of the Council—­Lienhard Groland.  The marriage was to be a very quiet one—­the bridegroom’s father lay seriously ill.  Yet there could have been no greater throng at the Emperor’s nuptials.  I stood in the midst of the crowd.  A rosary dropped from the belt of the fat wife of a master workman—­she was decked out like a peacock—­and fell just in front of me.  It was a costly ornament, pure gold and Bohemian garnets.  I did not let it lie there.”

“A miracle!” chuckled Cyriax, but the girl was obliged to conquer a severe attack of coughing before she could go on with her story.

“The chaplet fairly burned my hand.  I would gladly have given it back, but the woman was no longer before me.  Perhaps I might have returned it, but I won’t say so positively.  However, there was no time to do it; the wedding party was coming, and on that account But what is the use of talking?  While I was still gazing, the owner discovered her loss.  An officer seized me, and so I was taken to prison and the next day was brought before the magistrates.  Herr Groland was one of them, and, since it wasn’t certain that I would not have restored the property I found, he interceded in my behalf.  When the others still wished to punish me, he besought my release because it was my first offence.  So we met, and when I admit that I am grateful to him for it, you know all.”

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