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Author: Georg EbersRelease Date: April, 2004 [EBook #5584] [Yes, weare more than one year ahead of schedule] [Thisfile was first posted on August 17, 2002]Edition: 10Language: English*E*B* OSTOAK RITN  OTHF ET HBLE UPER POIJKEE,C TB YG EUBTEENRBS,E VR1G ***This eBook was produced by David Widger<widger@cecomet.net>[NOTE: There is a short list of bookmarks, orpwiosinht teor ss, aamt tphlee  tehned  aouft thhoer' sfi lied efoars  tbheofsoer ew hmoa kminagyan entire meal of them. D.W.]
IN THE BLUE PIKEBy Georg EbersVolume 1.Translated from the German by Mary T. SaffordCHAPTER I."May a thunderbolt strike you!" The imprecationsuited the rough fellow who uttered it. He hadpointed out of doors as he spoke, and scarcelylowered the strange tones of his voice, yet of allthe rabble who surrounded him only two personsunderstood his meaning—a fading, sickly girl, andthe red-haired woman, only a few years her senior,who led the swearing man by a chain, like a tame.raebThe Nuremberg magistrates had had Cyriax'stongue cropped for gross blasphemy, and listenerscould scarcely comprehend the words he mangledin his gasping speech.The red-haired woman dropped the knife withawnhdic lho oskhee d waat sh selri cicnogm bpraenaido na nwdit ho naino nasn ixnitoou sa, pot,questioning glance.
"Nuremberg Honourables," he stammered as fastas he could, snatched his wife's shawl from hershoulders, and drew it over his unkempt head.The woman beckoned to their travellingcompanions—a lame fellow of middle age who,propped on crutches, leaned against the wall, anolder pock-marked man with a bloated face, andthe sickly girl—calling to them in the harsh, metallicvoice peculiar to hawkers and elderly singers atfairs."Help Cyriax hide. You first, Jungel! They needn'trecognise him as soon as they get in. Nurembergmagistrates are coming. Aristocratic blood-suckersof the Council. Who knows what may still be on thetally for us?"Kuni, the pale-faced girl, wrapped her bright-lceogl,o uarnedd  ogbaerymeed.n t Ltaigmhtee rJ uanrgoeuln, dt ohoe, r prmeuptialrateed dt loeftfulfil red-haired Gitta's wish.But Raban had glanced out, and hastily drew thecloth jerkin, patched with green and blue linen,closer through his belt, ejaculating anxiously:"Young Groland of the Council. I know him."This exclamation induced the other vagabonds toglide along the wall to the nearest door, intendingto slip out."aAs  ifG trholraenatde?n" eads kweitdh  Gai ttblao, wC fyrroiamx' sa nw iifnev,i scibolwe ehrianngd.
"It was he—""He?" laughed the chain-bearer, while he crouchedbeside her, drawing himself into the smallest spacepossible. "No, Redhead! The devil dragged theman who did that down to the lower regions longago, on account of my tongue. It's his son. Theyounger, the sharper. This stripling made CasperRubling,—[Dice, in gambler's slang]—poor wretch,pay for his loaded dice with his eyesight."He thrust his hand hurriedly into his jerkin as hespoke, and gave Gitta something which he hadconcealed there. It was a set of dice, but, withready presence of mind, she pressed them so hardinto the crumb of the loaf of bread which she hadjust cut that it entirely concealed them.All this had passed wholly unnoticed in the cornerof the long, wide room, for all the numeroustravellers whom it sheltered were entirely occupiedwith their own affairs. Nothing was understoodexcept what was said between neighbour andneighbour, for a loud uproar pervaded the tavern ofThe Blue Pike.It was one of the most crowded inns, beingsituated on the main ferry at Miltenberg, wherethose journeying from Nuremberg, Augsburg, andother South German cities, on their way toFrankfort and the Lower Rhine, rested andexchanged the saddle for the ship. Just at thepresent time many persons of high and low degreewere on their way to Cologne, whither the Emperor
Maximilian, having been unable to come in April toTrier on the Moselle, had summoned theReichstag.The opening would take place in a few days, andattracted not only princes, counts, and knights,exalted leaders and more modest servants of theChurch, ambassadors from the cities, and otheraristocrats, but also honest tradesfolk, thrivingmoney-lenders with the citizen's cloak and theyellow cap of the Jew, vagrants and strollers ofevery description, who hoped to practise theirvarious feats to the best advantage, or to fill theirpockets by cheating and robbery.This evening many had gathered in the spacioustaproom of The Blue Pike.Now those already present were to be joined bythe late arrivals whomCyriax had seen ride up.It was a stately band. Four aristocratic gentlemenat the head of the troop were followed by an escortof twenty-five Nuremberg mercenaries, a gaycompany whose crimson coats, with white slasheson the puffed sleeves, presented a showyspectacle. Their helmets and armour glittered inthe bright light of the setting sun of the last day ofJuly, as they turned their horses in front of thewide gateway of The Blue Pike to ride intoMiltenberg and ask lodgings of the citizens.aTnhde  ttrhae mvpoliicnegs  oof f htohoef sg,e tnhtlee smheonu tasn odf  tchoeimrmand,
attendants outside attracted many guests to thedoors and windows of the long, whitewashedbuilding.The strollers, however, kept the place at theirswithout difficulty; no one desired to come near.mehtThe girl with the bandaged foot had now alsoturned her face toward the street. As her gazerested on the youngest of the Nurembergdignitaries, her pale cheeks flushed, and, as ifunconsciously, the exclamation: "It is he!" fell fromher lips."Who?" asked red-haired Gitta, and was quicklyanswered in a low tone"I mean Lienhard, Herr Groland.""The young one," stuttered Cyriax.Then, raising the shawl, he continued inquisitively:"Do you know him? For good or for evil?"The girl, whose face, spite of its sunken cheeksand the dark rings under the deep-set blue eyes,still bore distinct traces of former beauty, startedand answered sharply, though not very loudly, forspeech was difficult:"Good is what you call evil, and evil is what you callgood. My acquaintance with Lienhard, HerrGroland, is my own affair, and, you may be sure,
will remain mine." She glanced contemptuouslysapwitaey  offr ohims  tmheu tioltahteerds t oonutg uofe ,d roeotrosr,t ebdu tq uCiycrkilayx ,andharshly:"I always said so. She'll die a saint yet." Thengrasping Kuni's arm roughly, he dragged her downto him, and whispered jeeringly:"Ratz has a full purse and sticks to his offer for thecart. If you put on airs long, he'll get it and thedonkey, too, and you'll be left here. What was itabout Groland? You can try how you'll manage onyour stump without us, if we're too bad for you.""We are not under eternal obligations to you on thechild's account," added red-haired Gitta in a gentlertone. "Don't vex my husband, or he'll keep his wordabout the cart, and who else will be bothered with auseless creature like you?"The girl lowered her eyes and looked at hercrippled limb.How would she get on without the cart, whichreceived her when the pain grew too sharp and theroad was too hard and long?So she turned to the others again, sayingsoothingly:l"oIto kalel dh aoputp eonf eddo ionr st hoen tciem em obreef,o rbeu tI  fsehlle. " dTidh enno ts fhinedrwidhdate ns thher osuoguhg htth. eT bhreo aNdu rgeamtebweragy  tirnatov etlhleer lsa rhgaed
square courtyard, surrounded by stables on threesides. When Cyriax and his wife again called toher, desiring to know what had passed betweenher and Groland, she clasped her hands aroundher knees, fixed her eyes on the gaystuffs woundaround the stump where her foot had beenamputated, and in a low, reluctant tone, continued:"You want to learn what I have to do with HerrGroland? It was about six years ago, in front of St.Sebald's church, in Nuremberg. A wedding was totake place. The bridegroom was one of the Council—Lienhard Groland. The marriage was to be avery quiet one—the bridegroom's father layseriously ill. Yet there could have been no greaterthrong at the Emperor's nuptials. I stood in themidst of the crowd. A rosary dropped from the beltof the fat wife of a master workman—she wasdecked out like a peacock—and fell just in front ofme. It was a costly ornament, pure gold andBohemian garnets. I did not let it lie there.""A miracle!" chuckled Cyriax, but the girl wasobliged to conquer a severe attack of coughingbefore she could go on with her story."The chaplet fairly burned my hand. I would gladlyhave given it back, but the woman was no longerbefore me. Perhaps I might have returned it, but Iwon't say so positively. However, there was notime to do it; the wedding party was coming, andon that account But what is the use of talking?While I was still gazing, the owner discovered herloss. An officer seized me, and so I was taken to
prison and the next day was brought before themagistrates. Herr Groland was one of them, and,since it wasn't certain that I would not haverestored the property I found, he interceded in mybehalf. When the others still wished to punish me,he besought my release because it was my firstoffence. So we met, and when I admit that I amgrateful to him for it, you know all.""H'm," replied Cyriax, giggling, as he nudged hiswife in the side and made remarks concerningwhat he had just heard which induced even red-haired Gitta to declare that the loss of his tonguewas scarcely a misfortune.Kuni indignantly turned her back upon theslanderer and gazed out of the window again. TheNuremberg Honourables had disappeared, butseveral grooms were unbuckling the knapsacksfrom the horses and carrying them into the house.The aristocratic travellers were probably cleansingthemselves from the dust of the road before theyentered the taproom.Kuni thought so, and gazed sometimes intovacancy, sometimes into her own lap. Her eyeshad a dreamy light, for the incident which she hadjust related rose before her mind with perfectclearness.Itti msee eamt tehde  aws etdhdoiungg hp rsohce ewsseiroen  gwahziicnhg  wa assecondapproaching St. Sebald's, and the couple who led.ti
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