The Marvellous History of the Shadowless Man, and The Cold HeartChamisso, Adelbert von
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The Marvellous History of the Shadowless Man, and The Cold Heart
Chamisso, Adelbert von
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Fairy tales -- Germany; Shades and shadows -- Fiction
It was yet early, when I was suddenly awoke by voices in hot dispute in
my ante-chamber. I listened. Bendel was forbidding Rascal to enter my
room, who swore he would receive no orders from his equals, and
insisted on forcing his way. The faithful Bendel reminded him that if
such words reached his master's ears, he would turn him out of an
excellent place. Rascal threatened to strike him, if he persisted in
refusing his entrance.
By this time, having half dressed myself, I angrily threw open the
door; and addressing myself to Rascal, inquired what he meant by such
disgraceful conduct. He drew back a couple of steps, and coolly
answered, "Count Peter, may I beg most respectfully that you will
favour me with a sight of your shadow? The sun is now shining brightly
in the court below."
I stood as if struck by a thunderbolt, and for some time was unable to
speak. At last, I asked him how a servant could dare to behave so
towards his master. He interrupted me by saying, quite coolly, "A
servant may be a very honourable man, and unwilling to serve a
shadowless master--I request my dismissal."
I felt that I must adopt a softer tone, and replied, "But, Rascal, my
good fellow, who can have put such strange ideas into your head? How
can you imagine--"
He again interrupted me in the same tone--"People say you have no
shadow. In short, let me see your shadow, or give me my dismissal."
Bendel, pale and trembling, but more collected than myself, made a sign
to me. I had recourse to the all-powerful influence of gold. But even
gold had lost its power--Rascal threw it at my feet: "From a shadowless
man," he said, "I will take nothing."
Turning his back upon me, and putting on his hat, he then slowly left
the room, whistling a tune. I stood, with Bendel, as if petrified,
gazing after him.
With a deep sigh and a heavy heart, I now prepared to keep my
engagement, and to appear in the forester's garden, like a criminal
before his judge. I entered by the shady arbour, which had received the
name of Count Peter's arbour, where we had appointed to meet. The
mother advanced with a cheerful air; Minna sat fair and beautiful as
the early snow of autumn reposing on the departing flowers, soon to be
dissolved and lost in the cold stream.
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