Katharine von Bora: Dr. Martin Luther's WifeStein, Armin
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Katharine von Bora: Dr. Martin Luther's Wife
Stein, Armin
Luther, Katharina von Bora, 1499-1552
Elsa shook her head, regarding her husband with a compassionate
smile: "I understand a woman's heart better than you. Modesty and
reserve are a maiden's loveliest adornments, and in a man's eyes they
are an added charm, urging him to pluck the flowers that seem beyond
his reach. The young man seems not to displease Katharine; and she
dreads to leave the shelter of our house, not because of those who
love her, but because of her enemies and detractors. She has heard
the evil things that were said about the nuns of Nimptschen, although
I tried to conceal them from her. She knows also that the merchant
Leonhard Koppe, of Torgau, is in great danger from the anger of the
Papists, and that Dr. Luther addressed to him a public letter of
thanks for his brave deed. This is her reason for shunning
intercourse with strangers. But it will not always be thus."
The rosy glow of the sunset shone through the round panes, and the
pictures on the wall, painted by the hand of Master Lucas Kranach,
were tinged with a golden light.
"How clear the sunset, and how fair the evening!" said the syndic.
"Let us walk in the garden until supper is served. Have the peas
been planted? It should have been done yesterday, but I found no
time."
Frau Elsa did not know. They crossed the spacious hall and
courtyard, and entered the garden, which covered a large piece of
ground. To the right was planted an orchard of fruit-trees, and to
the left were borders already prepared for vegetables and flowers.
A kneeling figure was busily engaged before one of the freshly dug
beds.
"Is this Katharine?" exclaimed Reichenbach in surprise, as the figure
hastily arose. "My dear Katharine, what are you doing here?" he
asked.
With a smile, the girl replied: "The peas looked at me so
questioningly, whether I would not prepare for them their little bed
in the earth; and the leaves of the cabbage plants hung limp, so that
it was high time to plant them."
The syndic's eyes rested for a moment upon her work. "But who has
taught you this? And those slender fingers, that from childhood have
been clasped in prayer, or telling beads, are they fit for such
coarse work?"
Katharine glanced at him and said: "Love is a good teacher. One
learns quickly, what one does willingly."
"But you should spare yourself, lest you overtax your strength,"
warned the syndic.
Katharine shook her head. "Did you spare yourself, when you
permitted the strange, runaway nun, to disturb the quiet of your
household? Ah, I wish I could do much more to requite your Christian
charity! It is my daily prayer, that God may pay poor Katharine's
debt."
An expression of deep gratitude animated her face, and made it almost
beautiful. Frau Elsa silently clasped the girl in her arms, while
her husband turned into another path to hide his emotion.
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