Margery (Gred): A Tale Of Old Nuremberg — Volume 06 — John Shaqi
Margery (Gred): A Tale Of Old Nuremberg — Volume 06Ebers, Georg
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Margery (Gred): A Tale Of Old Nuremberg — Volume 06
Ebers, Georg
German fiction -- Translations into English; Nuremberg (Germany) -- Fiction
The man who was ever Kubbeling's fellow, going with him to the Levant
now, as, erewhile to the far North, was Uhlwurm, who, albeit he had been
old Jordan's serving-man, was held by Seyfried as his equal; and whoso
would make one his guest must be fain to take the other into the bargain.
This was ever gladly done at the Forest-lodge; Uhlwurm was a man of few
words, and the hunting-lads and kennel-men held him to be a wise man, who
knew more than simply which side his bread was buttered. At any rate he
was learned in healing all sick creatures, and in especial falcons,
horses, and hounds, by means of whispered spells, the breath of his
mouth, potions, and electuaries; and I myself have seen him handle a
furious old she-wolf which had been caught in a trap, so that no man
dared go nigh her, as though it were a tame little dog. He was taller
than his master by a head and a half, and he was ever to be seen in a
hood, on which an owl's head with its beak and ears was set. Verily the
whole presence of the man minded me of that nightbird; and when I think
of his Master Seyfried, or Young Kubbeling, I often remember that he was
ever wont to wear three wild-cats' skins, which he laid on his breast and
on each leg, as a remedy against pains he had. And the falcon-seller,
who was thick-set and broad-shouldered, was in truth not unlike a wild-
cat in his unkempt shagginess, albeit free from all craft and guile. His
whole mien, in his yellow leather jerkin slashed with green, his high
boots, and ill-shaven face covered with short, grey bristles, was that of
a woodsman who has grown strange to man in the forest wilds; howbeit we
knew from many dealings that he was honest and pitiful, and would endure
hard things to be serviceable and faithful to those few whom he truly
loved.
All the creatures he brought with him were for sale; even the Iceland
ponies, which he but seldom led home again, by reason that they were in
great favor with the Junkers and damsels of high degree in the castles
where he found shelter; and my uncle believed that his profits and
savings must be no small matter.
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