Margery (Gred): A Tale Of Old Nuremberg — Volume 02 — John Shaqi
Margery (Gred): A Tale Of Old Nuremberg — Volume 02Ebers, Georg
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Margery (Gred): A Tale Of Old Nuremberg — Volume 02
Ebers, Georg
German fiction -- Translations into English; Nuremberg (Germany) -- Fiction
The first lightning rent the sky and the storm came up in haste, bursting
above our heads, and as the thunder roared closer and closer after the
flash I was more and more frightened. Moreover the sick child wept
piteously and waxed restless with fever and pain. By this time all was
still in the dining-hall; but when my aunt bid me let the housekeeper
take my place by the little one's bed and go to my rest, I would not;
for indeed I could in no wise have slept.
They let me have my way, and soon after midnight, seized with fresh dread
anent Herdegen, I was at the open window to let the rough wind fan my hot
head, when suddenly the hounds set up a furious barking, as though the
Forest lodge were beset on all sides by robbers. And at the same time I
saw, by the glare of the lightning, that the old lime-tree in the midst
of my aunt's herb garden was lying on the earth. This cut me to the
heart, inasmuch as this tree was dear to my uncle, having been planted by
his grandfather; and there was never a spot where his ailing wife was so
fain to be in the hot summer days as under its shadow. Aye, and all my
young life's happiness, meseemed, was like that tree-torn up by the
roots, and I gazed spellbound at the blasted lime-tree till I was
affrighted by a new horror; on the furthest rim of the sky, on the side
where the town lay, I beheld a line of light which waxed broader and
brighter till it was rose and blood-red.
A wild uproar came up from the kennels and foresters' huts, and I heard a
medley of many voices; and whereas the distant flare began to soar more
brightly heavenward I believed those who were saying below that all
Nuremberg was in flames.
Even Aunt Jacoba had quitted her bed, and every soul under that roof
looked forth at the fire and gave an opinion as to whether it were waxing
or waning. And, thanks be to the Blessed Virgin, the latter were in the
right; some few granaries, or stores of goods it might be, had been burnt
out, and I, among other fainting hearts, was beginning to breathe more
easily, when the watchman's cry was heard once more and what next befell
showed that my fears had not been groundless.
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