Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, RichterCarlyle, Thomas
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Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, Richter
Carlyle, Thomas
German fiction -- Translations into English
Weary of this fruitless waiting, both of them retired from the Court of
their Princess, and settled, with secret discontent, upon the
affeoffments which Duke Krokus had conferred on them. They brought so
much ill-humour home with them, that Wladomir was an oppression to all
his vassals and his neighbours; and Ritter Mizisla, on the other hand,
became a hunter, followed deer and foxes over the seed-fields and fences
of his subjects, and often with his train, to catch one hare, would ride
ten acres of corn to nothing. In consequence, arose much sobbing and
bewailing in the land; yet no righteous judge stepped forth to stay the
mischief; for who would willingly give judgment against the stronger?
And so the sufferings of the people never reached the throne of the
Duchess. By the virtue of her second-sight, however, no injustice done
within the wide limits of her sway could escape her observation; and the
disposition of her mind being soft, like the sweet features of her
face, she sorrowed inwardly at the misdeeds of her vassals, and the
violence of the powerful. She took counsel with herself how the evil
might be remedied, and her wisdom suggested an imitation of the gods,
who, in their judicial procedure, do not fall upon the criminal, and cut
him off as it were with the red hand; though vengeance, following with
slow steps, sooner or later overtakes him. The young Princess appointed
a general Convention of her Chivalry and States, and made proclamation,
that whoever had a grievance or a wrong to be righted, should come
forward free and fearless, under her safe-conduct. Thereupon, from every
end and corner of her dominions, the maltreated and oppressed crowded
towards her; the wranglers also, and litigious persons, and whoever had
a legal cause against his neighbour. Libussa sat upon her throne, like
the goddess Themis, and passed sentence, without respect of persons,
with unerring judgment; for the labyrinthic mazes of chicane could not
lead her astray, as they do the thick heads of city magistrates; and all
men were astonished at the wisdom with which she unravelled the
perplexed hanks of processes for _meum_ and _tuum_, and at her unwearied
patience in picking out the threads of justice, never once catching a
false end, but passing them from side to side of their embroilments, and
winding them off to the uttermost thrum.
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