The Marvellous History of the Shadowless Man, and The Cold Heart — John Shaqi
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
In the meantime the hours had passed away, and morning had already
dawned imperceptibly in the horizon; looking up, I shuddered as I
beheld in the east all those splendid hues that announce the rising
sun. At this hour, when all natural shadows are seen in their full
proportions, not a fence or a shelter of any kind could I descry in
this open country, and I was not alone! I cast a glance at my
companion, and shuddered again--it was the man in the grey coat
himself! He laughed at my surprise, and said, without giving me time to
speak: "You see, according to the fashion of this world, mutual
convenience binds us together for a time: there is plenty of time to
think of parting. The road here along the mountain, which perhaps has
escaped your notice, is the only one that you can prudently take; into
the valley you dare not descend--the path over the mountain would but
re-conduct you to the town which you have left--my road, too, lies this
way. I perceive you change colour at the rising sun--I have no
objections to let you have the loan of your shadow during our journey;
and in return you may not be indisposed to tolerate my society. You
have now no Bendel; but I will act for him. I regret that you are not
over-fond of me; but that need not prevent you from accepting my poor
services. The devil is not so black as he is painted. Yesterday you
provoked me, I own; but now that is all forgotten, and you must confess
I have this day succeeded in beguiling the wearisomeness of your
journey. Come, take your shadow, and make trial of it."
The sun had risen, and we were meeting with passengers; so I
reluctantly consented. With a smile, he immediately let my shadow glide
down to the ground; and I beheld it take its place by that of my horse,
and gaily trot along with me. My feelings were anything but pleasant. I
rode through groups of country-people, who respectfully made way for
the well-mounted stranger.
Thus I proceeded, occasionally stealing a sidelong glance, with a
beating heart, from my horse, at the shadow once my own, but now, alas,
accepted as a loan from a stranger, or rather a fiend.
He moved on carelessly at my side, whistling a song. He being on foot,
and I on horseback, the temptation to hazard a silly project occurred
to me; so, suddenly turning my bridle, I set spurs to my horse, and at
full gallop struck into a by-path; but my shadow, on the sudden
movement of my horse, glided away, and stood on the road, quietly
awaiting the approach of its legal owner. I was obliged to return
abashed towards the grey man; but he very coolly finished his song, and
with a laugh set my shadow to rights again, reminding me that it was at
my option to have it irrevocably fixed to me, by purchasing it on just
and equitable terms: "I hold you," said he, "by the shadow; and you
seek in vain to get rid of me. A rich man, like you, requires a shadow,
unquestionably; and you are to blame for not having seen this sooner."
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