Love stories, German; Sisters -- Fiction; Suicide victims -- Fiction
"'I want to dismount,' I called out to him; 'help me out of my saddle.'
"He jumped off his horse and did as I had bid.
"'What do you intend to do?' he then asked.
"'You will see shortly.' said I. 'First of all, let the horses go.'
"'I should think so, indeed,' he laughed. 'You seem to be one of those
who catch their hares by putting salt on their tails.'
"And he set about tying the bridles to a tree.
"'Let loose,' I commanded; and as he did not obey, I gave the horses a
lash of the whip, so that before he thought of catching hold of the
reins tighter, they were already galloping about at liberty in the
wood.
"'What now?' said he, and put his hands in his pockets. 'Do you think
they will let themselves be caught?'
"'Not by you!' laughed I, for I was sure of my favourites.
"And when at a low whistle from my lips they both came racing along
from the distance and snuffled about affectionately at my neck with
their nostrils, my heart swelled with pride that there were creatures
on earth, though only dumb animals, who bowed to my might and were
subject to me through love; and triumphantly I looked up at him as if
now he must know me as I really was, and what I required of the world.
"But I could see that even now I had not impressed him. 'Well done,
little one!' he said, nothing more, patted me on the shoulder in
fatherly manner, and then threw himself down carelessly upon the grass.
The sun's rays, which broke through the foliage, glittered in his
beard. Like a hero in repose he appeared to me, like those described in
northern saga.
"But just as I was about to grow absorbed in my romancing, he began to
yawn most fearfully, so that I was very quickly and rudely transferred
to prose.
"'But we are not going to stay here. Sir Cousin.'
"'Don't be foolish, little one,' said he, closing his eyes; 'do like
me, let us sleep.'
"Then a frolicsome mood possessed me, and I stepped up to him and shook
him soundly by the collar.
"He snatched at my dress, but I evaded him, so that he jumped to his
feet and attempted to lay hold of me. Then I walked quietly to meet him
and said, 'That's right, now come along.' And then I led him right
through a dense thicket of thorns, down the steep slope, at the foot of
which the deep water lay like a dark mirror. Down there broadleaved
convolvuli and creepers had formed a natural bower above a projecting
block of stone, in which even at high noon one could sit almost in the
dark.
"Thither I led him.
"'Upon my word, it is delightful here, little one,' he said, and
comfortably stretched himself upon the stone, so that his feet hung
down to the water. 'Come, sit down at my side; ... there is room for us
both.'
"I did as he wished, but seated myself so that I could look down upon
him.
"He pretended to be sleeping, and now and again blinked up at me
through half-closed lids.
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