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
At supper she nodded to me many times with much contentment; except for
that I might have been buried for aught she noted, for she hearkened only
to Herdegen's tales as though they were a revelation from above. For his
part, he now and again stole a hasty, fiery glance at her; otherwise he
of set purpose made a show of having little to do with her. He often lay
back as though he were weary; and yet, when their Excellencies questioned
him of any matter, he was ever ready with a swift and discreet answer.
He had lost nothing of his wonderfully clear and shrewd wit;
nevertheless, I was not so much at my ease with him as of old time.
When my uncle said in jest that the wise owl from Padua seemed to wear
a motley of gay feathers, his intent was plain as soon as one looked at
my brother; and in the fine clothes he had chosen to wear at supper the
noble lad was less to my mind than in the hunting weed which he had
journeyed in, inasmuch as the too great length of the sleeves of his
mantle was in his way when eating, and the over-long points to his shoes
hindered him in walking.
When, presently, my Aunt Jacoba left the hall that the men might the
better enjoy the heady wine and freer speech, we maidens were bound to
follow her duteously; but Herdegen signed to me to come apart with him,
and now I hoped he would open his heart to me and treat me as he had been
wont, as my true and dear brother, whose heart had ever been on the tip
of his tongue. Far from it; he spoke nought but flattery, as "how fair
I had grown," and then desired news of Cousin Maud, and Kunz, and our
grand-uncle, and at last of Ursula Tetzel, which made me wroth.
I answered him shortly, and asked him whether he had no more than that to
say to me. He gazed down at the ground and said to himself: "To be sure,
to be sure." But in a minute he went back to his first manner, and when
I bid him good-night in anger he put his arm round me and turned me about
as if to dance.
I got myself free and went away, up to our chamber, hanging my head.
There I found my old Sue, taking off Ann's fine gown; and whereas Ann
nodded to me right sweetly and, as I thought, with a secret air,
I guessed that it was the waiting-woman who stayed her speech and I sent
my nurse away.
Now I should sooner have looked for the skies to fall than for Ann,
my heart's closest friend, to keep the secret of what had befallen
that very morning; and yet she kept silence.
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