The park, which they soon reached, was shadowy and cool. The trimly kept
walks were arched with a roof of beautiful green foliage. Stags and deer
were browsing here and there on the grass patches, and above the
tree-tops gleamed the towers of the castle, noted at that time for its
stateliness. They greatly enjoyed themselves in the cool shade, and
gradually approached the castle. No one was to be seen except our
travellers. Wolfgang noticed an open door in a building standing by
itself, which, from its construction, he judged must be the castle
chapel. His curiosity impelled him to enter, and Nannie and his parents
followed him. It was a fair-sized chapel and superbly decorated. A very
beautiful organ particularly attracted Wolfgang’s attention, and he
could not resist the temptation to play on it. As the chapel was empty,
and no one could be seen in the vicinity, Father Mozart ventured to
gratify his son’s wish. He went to the bellows, and soon a flood of
beautiful, captivating music streamed through the chapel and out into
the park.
Two richly dressed ladies of distinguished bearing and unusual beauty
were just at this time walking in the park, and heard with surprise the
wonderfully rich tones which seemed to them to come from the sky. They
approached the chapel nearer and nearer, and at last stopped and
concealed themselves behind some thick shrubbery, that they might enjoy
the magnificent music unperceived. It continued a little longer and then
closed with beautiful harmony, softly dying away. Silence once more
reigned in the great solitary park.
“It is wonderful,” said one of the ladies to her companion. “It seems to
me I have never heard such beautiful, such ravishing music before. Who
can the organist be? Our old organist is an excellent player, but he has
no idea of such melody and harmony as that.”
“If you wish I will inquire,” said the other lady; “but the quickest and
easiest way would be to enter the chapel and see for ourselves.”
“No, no, dear,” said the first lady, about to turn away. “Those truly
heavenly sounds have put me in an exalted mood, which I would not have
disturbed. Let us go on. Perhaps we may learn in the morning who this
extraordinary artist is, and the occasion of his performance.” With
these words the lady turned into a denser and more shadowy part of the
park, and her companion followed her without further suggestion.
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