I should like to be in for the sack of this Cologne. I'd nose out that pretty girl I was cheated of yesterday. Take the gold and silver, and give me the maiden! Her neck's silver, and her hair gold. Ah! and her cheeks roses, and her mouth-say no more! I'm half thinking Werner, the hungry animal, has cast wolf's eyes on her. They say he spoke of her last night. Don't let him thwart me. Thunderblast him! I owe him a grudge. He's beginning to forget my plan o' life.' A flight of pigeons across the blue top of the street abstracted the Thier from these reflections. He gaped after them in despair, and fell to stretching and shaking himself, rattling his lungs with loud reports. As he threw his eyes round again, they encountered those of a monk opposite fastened on him in penetrating silence. The Thier hated monks as a wild beast shuns fire; but now even a monk was welcome. 'Halloo!' he sung out. The monk crossed over to him. 'Friend!' said he, 'weariness is teaching thee wantonness. Wilt thou take service for a night's work, where the danger is little, the reward lasting?' 'As for that,' replied the Thier, 'danger comes to me like greenwood to the deer, and good pay never yet was given in promises. But I'm bound for the next hour to womankind within there. They're my masters; as they've been of tough fellows before me.' 'I will seek them, and win their consent,' said the monk, and so left him. 'Quick dealing!' thought the Thier, and grew brisker. 'The Baron won't want me to-night: and what if he does? Let him hang himself--though, if he should, 'twill be a pity I'm not by to help him.' He paced under the wall to its farthest course. Turning back, he perceived the monk at the gateway. 'A sharp hand!' thought the Thier. 'Intrude no question on me,' the monk began; 'but hold thy peace and follow: the women release thee, and gladly.' 'That's not my plan o' life, now! Money down, and then command me': and Schwartz Thier stood with one foot forward, and hand stretched out. A curl of scorn darkened the cold features of the monk. He slid one hand into a side of his frock above the girdle, and tossed a bag of coin. 'Take it, if 'tis in thee to forfeit the greater blessing,' he cried contemptuously. The Thier peeped into the bag, and appeared satisfied. 'I follow,' said he; 'lead on, good father, and I'll be in the track of holiness for the first time since my mother was quit of me.' The monk hurried up the street and into the marketplace, oblivious of the postures and reverences of the people, who stopped to stare at him and his gaunt attendant. As they crossed the square, Schwartz Thier spied Henker Rothhals starting from a wine-stall on horseback, and could not forbear hailing him. Before the monk had time to utter a reproach, they were deep together in a double-shot of query and reply.