Tales from the German, Comprising specimens from the most celebrated authors
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Tales from the German, Comprising specimens from the most celebrated authors
German fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories
piece of gold, whether the greeting she would give to me had such a
silvery sound as his own. The woman, after she had opened a box which
stood beside her, had very deliberately put the money in it, arranging
it according to description and quantity, and had closed the lid again,
held her hand before the sun as if the light annoyed her, and looked at
me. When I repeated the question, and said jestingly to the elector,
while she examined my hand, ‘It seems that she has nothing very
pleasant to tell me,’ she seized her crutch, rose slowly from her
stool, and approaching me with hands mysteriously held out, whispered
distinctly into my ear, ‘No!’--‘So!’ said I, somewhat confused, and I
receded a step back from the figure, who with a glance as cold and
lifeless as that from eyes of marble, again seated herself on the stool
which stood behind her. ‘Pray from what side does danger threaten my
house?’ The woman taking up a bit of charcoal and a slip of paper, and
crossing her knees, asked me whether she should write it down; and when
I, with some confusion, because under the circumstances there was
nothing else left to do, answered ‘Yes, do so,’ she replied: ‘Very
good, I will write down three things--the name of the last ruler of thy
house, the year when he will lose his kingdom, and the name of him who
will take it by force of arms.’ Having finished her task in the sight
of the whole mob, she fastened together the slip with a wafer, which
she moistened with her withered mouth and pressed upon it a leaden ring
which she wore upon her middle finger. I was curious beyond
expression, as you may easily conceive, to take the slip, but she said:
‘By no means, your highness,’ adding as she turned round and raised one
of her crutches, ‘from that man yonder, who with the plumed hat is
standing behind all the people on the bench in the entrance of the
church, you may get the paper if you choose.’ And at once, while I was
standing perfectly speechless with astonishment, and had not rightly
made out what she said, she left me, and packing up the box which stood
behind her and flinging it over her back, mingled with the surrounding
crowd, so that I was unable to see her. It was a great consolation to
me at this moment that the knight, whom the elector had sent to the
castle, now returned and told him laughing, that the roebuck had been
killed and dragged into the kitchen by two hunters before his eyes.
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