Austria -- Fiction; Devil -- Fiction; Middle Ages -- Fiction
We said we must be with him all the time; we must have all of him we
could; the days were precious now. Yet we did not go to seek him. It
would be like meeting the dead, and we were afraid. We did not say it,
but that was what we were feeling. And so it gave us a shock when we
turned a curve and came upon Nikolaus face to face. He shouted, gaily:
“Hi-hi! What is the matter? Have you seen a ghost?”
We couldn’t speak, but there was no occasion; he was willing to talk
for us all, for he had just seen Satan and was in high spirits about
it. Satan had told him about our trip to China, and he had begged
Satan to take him a journey, and Satan had promised. It was to be a
far journey, and wonderful and beautiful; and Nikolaus had begged him
to take us, too, but he said no, he would take us some day, maybe, but
not now. Satan would come for him on the 13th, and Nikolaus was already
counting the hours, he was so impatient.
That was the fatal day. We were already counting the hours, too.
We wandered many a mile, always following paths which had been our
favorites from the days when we were little, and always we talked
about the old times. All the blitheness was with Nikolaus; we others
could not shake off our depression. Our tone toward Nikolaus was so
strangely gentle and tender and yearning that he noticed it, and was
pleased; and we were constantly doing him deferential little offices of
courtesy, and saying, “Wait, let me do that for you,” and that pleased
him, too. I gave him seven fish-hooks--all I had--and made him take
them; and Seppi gave him his new knife and a humming-top painted red
and yellow--atonements for swindles practised upon him formerly, as I
learned later, and probably no longer remembered by Nikolaus now. These
things touched him, and he said he could not have believed that we
loved him so; and his pride in it and gratefulness for it cut us to the
heart, we were so undeserving of them. When we parted at last, he was
radiant, and said he had never had such a happy day.
As we walked along homeward, Seppi said, “We always prized him, but
never so much as now, when we are going to lose him.”
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