German fiction -- Translations into English; Netherlands -- History -- Eighty Years' War, 1568-1648 -- Fiction
"What unexpected aid! What series of sins lie before us! First the
small ones. He had never worn the Jews' badge, and allowed himself to
be served by Christians, for Caspar's daughters were often at the
House to help in sewing. A sword was found in his dwelling, and the Jew,
who carries weapons, renounces, since he uses self-protection, the aid of
the authorities. Finally, we know that Lopez used an assumed name. Now
we come to the great offences. They are divided into four parts. He has
practised magic spells; he has sought to corrupt a Christian's son by
heresies; he has led a Christian woman into a marriage; and he has--
I close with the worst--he has reared the daughter of a Christian woman,
I mean his wife, a Jewess!"
"Reared his child a Jewess? Do you know that positively?" asked the
abbot.
"She bears the Jewish name of Ruth. What I have taken the liberty to
make prominent are well chosen, clearly-proved crimes, worthy of death.
Your learning is great, Reverend Abbot, but I know the old writers, too.
The Emperor Constantius made marriages between Jews and Christians
punishable with death. I can show you the passage."
The abbot felt that the crime of which the Jew was accused was a heavy
and unpardonable one, but he regarded only the sin, and it vexed him to
see how the magistrate's zeal was exclusively turned against the unhappy
criminal. So he rose, saying with cold hauteur:
"Then do your duty."
"Rely upon it. We shall capture him and his family to-morrow. The town-
clerk is full of zeal too. We shall not be able to harm the child, but
it must be taken from the Jew and receive a Christian education. It
would be our right to do this, even if both parents were Hebrews. You
know the Freiburg case. No less a personage than the great Ulrich Zasius
has decided, that Jewish children might be baptized without their
father's knowledge. I beg you to send Father Anselm to the town-hall
on Saturday as a witness."
"Very well," replied the prelate, but he spoke with so little eagerness,
that it justly surprised the magistrate. "Well then, catch the Jew; but
take him alive. And one thing more! I wish to see and speak to the
doctor, before you torture him."
"I will bring him to you day after to-morrow." The Nurembergers! the
Nurembergers!...." replied the abbot, shrugging his shoulders.
"What do you mean?"
"They don't hang any one till they catch him." The magistrate regarded
these words as a challenge to put forth every effort for the Jew's
capture, so he answered eagerly: "We shall have him, Your Reverence, we
shall surely have him. They are trapped in the snow. The sergeants are
searching the roads; I shall summon your foresters and mine, and put them
under Count Frohlinger's command. It is his duty to aid us. What they
cannot find with their attendants, squires, beaters and hounds, is not
hidden in the forest. Your blessing, Holy Father, there is no time to
lose."
The abbot was alone.
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