He smiled at my alarms, and without allowing me to utter a word, began:
"Let us then, as is the custom of the world, unite our different
advantages for a while! we have always time to separate. The road along-
side the mountain, if you have not already thought about it, is the only
one which you can prudently take. You dare not descend into the valley;
and over the hill you will hardly think of returning as it would lead you
whence you came; and the road in which you are is just mine. I see the
uprising sun makes you look pale; I will lend you your shadow while we
remain together, and this may induce you to bear my being near to you.
Your Bendel is no longer with you, but I will do you good service. You
do not love me: I am sorry for it; but you may make use of me
notwithstanding. The devil is not so black as he is represented.
Yesterday, you vexed me, 'tis true, but I will bear you no grudge to-day.
I have shortened your way thus far, as you must yourself confess; now
take your shadow on trial again."
The sun had arisen; travellers were approaching us on the road, and in
spite of an internal repugnance, I accepted his offer. He smiled, and
let my shadow fall on the ground; it took its station upon that of my
horse, and cheerfully moved forward. My mind was in a strange mood. I
rode by a body of country people, who were respectfully making room with
their heads uncovered as for a wealthy-looking man. I rode farther, and
looked aside from my horse with eager eyes and beating heart, on what was
once my shadow; but which I had now borrowed from a stranger, ay, from an
enemy.
He came on carelessly by my side, and whistled a tune--he on foot, I on
horseback. A dizziness seized me, the temptation was too great; I
hastily turned the reins, drove both spurs into the horse, and thus went
off at full speed through a cross road. I could not elope with the
shadow, it slipped away when the horse started, and waited on the road
for its lawful owner. I was obliged to turn round, ashamed; the man in
the grey coat, as he unconcernedly finished his tune, began to laugh at
me, and fixing the shadow again in its place, informed me it would only
stick to me, and remain with me, when I had properly and lawfully become
possessed of it. "I hold you fast," he cried, "fast attached to the
shadow; you cannot escape from me. A wealthy man like you may want a
shadow: likely enough--and you are only to blame for not having earlier
looked into the matter."
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