Austria -- Fiction; Devil -- Fiction; Middle Ages -- Fiction
For a day or two the whole village was a chattering turmoil over Frau
Brandt’s case and over the mysterious calamity that had overtaken the
mob, and at her trial the place was crowded. She was easily convicted
of her blasphemies, for she uttered those terrible words again and said
she would not take them back. When warned that she was imperiling her
life, she said they could take it in welcome, she did not want it, she
would rather live with the professional devils in perdition than with
these imitators in the village. They accused her of breaking all those
ribs by witchcraft, and asked her if she was not a witch? She answered
scornfully:
“No. If I had that power would any of you holy hypocrites be alive five
minutes? No; I would strike you all dead. Pronounce your sentence and
let me go; I am tired of your society.”
So they found her guilty, and she was excommunicated and cut off
from the joys of heaven and doomed to the fires of hell; then she
was clothed in a coarse robe and delivered to the secular arm, and
conducted to the market-place, the bell solemnly tolling the while. We
saw her chained to the stake, and saw the first thin film of blue smoke
rise on the still air. Then her hard face softened, and she looked upon
the packed crowd in front of her and said, with gentleness:
“We played together once, in long-agone days when we were innocent
little creatures. For the sake of that, I forgive you.”
We went away then, and did not see the fires consume her, but we heard
the shrieks, although we put our fingers in our ears. When they ceased
we knew she was in heaven, notwithstanding the excommunication; and we
were glad of her death and not sorry that we had brought it about.
One day, a little while after this, Satan appeared again. We were
always watching out for him, for life was never very stagnant when he
was by. He came upon us at that place in the woods where we had first
met him. Being boys, we wanted to be entertained; we asked him to do a
show for us.
“Very well,” he said; “would you like to see a history of the progress
of the human race?--its development of that product which it calls
civilization?”
We said we should.
So, with a thought, he turned the place into the Garden of Eden, and
we saw Abel praying by his altar; then Cain came walking toward him
with his club, and did not seem to see us, and would have stepped on my
foot if I had not drawn it in. He spoke to his brother in a language
which we did not understand; then he grew violent and threatening, and
we knew what was going to happen, and turned away our heads for the
moment; but we heard the crash of the blows and heard the shrieks and
the groans; then there was silence, and we saw Abel lying in his blood
and gasping out his life, and Cain standing over him and looking down
at him, vengeful and unrepentant.
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