O. T., A Danish Romance Part 30

"If it were the custom of the country, and I really had lost the only support which I had in the world--yes, so I would!"

"O, no, no!" said Louise.

"In fact it is brilliant!" exclaimed Sophie.

"Burning is not, perhaps, the most painful of deaths!" said Otto, and plucked in an absent manner the nuts from the hedge. "I know a story about a true conflagration."

"What is it like?" asked Wilhelm.

"Yet it is not a story to tell in a large company; it can only be heard when two and two are together. When I have an opportunity, I shall tell it!"

"O, I know it!" said Wilhelm. "You can relate it to one of my sisters there, whichever you like best! Then I shall--yes, I must relate it to Eva!"

"It is too early in the day to hear stories told!" said Louise; "let us rather sing a song!"

"No, then we shall have to weep in the evening," replied Wilhelm. And they had neither the song nor the story.

Mamma came wandering with Va.s.serine, the old, faithful hound: they two also wished to see how beautiful the burning looked. It succeeded excellently with the rape-stalks; but the other burning, of which the story was to be told, it did not yet arrive at an outbreak! It might be expected, however, any hour in the day.

In the evening Otto walked alone through the great chestnut avenue.

The moon shone brightly between the tree-branches. When he entered the interior court Wilhelm and Sophie skipped toward him, but softly, very softly. They lifted their hands as if to impress silence.

"Come and see!" said Sophie; "it is a scene which might be painted! it goes on merrily in the servants' hall; one can see charmingly through the window!"

"Yes, come!" said Wilhelm.

Otto stole softly forward. The lights shone forth.

Within there was laughter and loud talking; one struck upon the table, another sung,--

"And I will away to Prussia land, Hurrah!

And when I am come to Prussia land, Hurrah!" [Note: People's song.]

Otto looked in through the window.

Several men and maids sat within at the long wooden table at the end of this stood Sidsel in a bent att.i.tude, her countenance was of a deep crimson; she spoke a loud oath and laughed--no one imagined that they were observed. All eyes were riveted upon a great fellow who, with his s.h.i.+rt-sleeves rolled up, and a pewter tankard in his hand, was standing there. It was the German Heinrich, who was exhibiting to them his conjuring tricks. Otto turned pale; had the dead arisen from the bier before him it could not have shocked him more.

"Hocus-pocus Larifari!" cried Heinrich within, and gave the tankard to a half-grown fellow, of the age between boy and man.

"If thou hast already a sweetheart," said he; "then the corn which is within it will be turned to flour; but if thou art still only a young cuckoo, then it will remain only groats."

"Nay, Anders Peersen!" said all the girls laughing, "now we shall see whether thou art a regular fellow!"

Sophie stole away.

The echoing laughter and clapping of hands announced the result.

"Is it not the same person who was playing conjuring tricks in the park?" inquired Wilhelm.

"Yes, certainly," replied Otto; "he is to me quite repulsive!" And so saying, he followed Sophie.

Late in the evening, when all had betaken themselves to rest, Wilhelm proposed to Otto that they should make a little tour, as he called it.

"I fancy Meg Merrilies, as my sister calls Sidsel," said he, "has made a conquest of the conjuror, although he might be her father. They have been walking together down the avenue; they have been whispering a deal together; probably he will to-night sleep in one of the barns. I must go and look after him; he will be lying there and smoking his pipe, and may set our whole place on fire. Shall we go down together? We can take Va.s.serine and Fingel with us."

"Let him sleep!" said Otto; "he will not be so mad as to smoke tobacco in the straw! To speak candidly, I do not wish to be seen by him. He was several times at my grandfather's house. I have spoken with him, and now that I dislike him I do not wish to see him!"

"Then I will go alone!" said Wilhelm.

Otto's heart beat violently; he stood at the open window and looked out over the dark wood, which was lit up by the moon. Below in the court he heard Wilhelm enticing the dogs out. He heard yet another voice, it was that of the steward, and then all was again silent. Otto thought upon the German Heinrich and upon Sophie, his life's good and bad angels; and he pictured to himself how it would be if she extended to him her hand--was his bride! and Heinrich called forth before her the recollections which made his blood curdle.

It seemed to him as if something evil impended over him this night. "I feel a forewarning of it!" said he aloud.

Wilhelm came not yet back.

Almost an hour pa.s.sed thus. Wilhelm entered, both dogs were with him; they were miry to their very sides.

"Did you meet any one?" inquired Otto.

"Yes, there was some one," said Wilhelm, "but not in the barn. The stupid dogs seemed to lose their nature; it was as if there was a somebody stealing along the wall, and through the reeds in the moat. The hounds followed in there; you can see how they look!--but they came the next moment back again, whined, and hung down their ears and tails. I could not make them go in again. Then the steward was superst.i.tious!

But, however, it could only be either the juggler, or one of the servant-men who had stilts. How otherwise any one could go in among the reeds without getting up to their necks, I cannot conceive!"

All was again perfectly still without. The two friends went to the open window, threw their arms over each other's shoulders, and looked out into the silent night.

CHAPTER x.x.xVI.

"Bring' hausliche Hulfe Incubus! incubus.

Tritt herhor und mache den Schluss."

GOETHE's Faust.

"Es giebt so bange Zeiten, Es giebt so truben Muth!"--NOVALIS.

The next morning Wilhelm related his evening adventure at the breakfast-table; the sisters laughed at it. The mother, on the contrary, was silent, left the room, and after some time returned.

"There have been thieves here!" said she, "and one might almost imagine that they were persons in the household itself. They have been at the press where the table-linen is kept, and have not been sparing in their levies. The beautiful old silver tankard, which I inherited from my grandmother, is also missing. I would much sooner have given the value of the silver than have lost that piece!"

"Will not the lady let it be tried by the sieve?" asked the old servant: "that is a pretty sure way!"

"That is nothing but superst.i.tion," answered she; "in that way the innocent may so easily be suspected."

"As the lady pleases!" said the servant, and shook his head.

In the mean time a search through the house was inst.i.tuted. The boxes of the domestics were examined, but nothing was discovered.

"If you would only let the sieve be tried!" said the old servant.