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For my sake she will whip you, caress you too, perhaps, but certainly whip you, with and without reason; ruin you altogether... I called Asop to me, patted him, put our two heads together, and picked up my gun. He was already whining with pleasure, thinking we were going out after game. I put our heads together once more; I laid the muzzle of the gun against Asop's neck and fired...
Asop followed me, shaking his head all the time and sneezing at the smell of burning. When I came down to the shed, I found a sight that filled me with violent emotion. A boat lay there, crushed by the falling rock. And Eva Eva lay beside it, mangled and broken, dashed to pieces by the shock torn beyond recognition. Eva lying there, dead. What more have I to write?
I stand in that stupor for a while, looking at the fire; my legs fail me first, and grow tired; thoroughly stiff, I sit down. Not till then do I think of what I have been doing. Why should I stare so long at the fire? Asop lifts his head and listens; he hears footsteps; Eva appears among the trees. "I am very thoughtful and sad this evening," I say. And in sympathy she makes no answer.
He was a priest, and I loved him. I love all..." Through my helf-sleep I heard a cock crowing down at Sirilund. "Iselin, hear! A cock is crowing for us too!" I cried joyfully, and reached out my arms. I woke. Asop was already moving. "Gone!" I said in burning sorrow, and looked round. There was no one no one there. It was morning now; the cock was still crowing down at Sirilund.
Ask the twelve months and the ships on the sea; ask the mysterious God of the heart... A man said: "You never go out shooting now? Asop is running loose in the woods; he is after a hare." I said: "Go and shoot it for me." Some days passed. Herr Mack looked me up. He was hollow-eyed; his face was grey. I thought: Is it true that I can see through my fellows, or is it not? I do not know, myself.
I placed myself near her, and said: "Shall we play 'Enke' to-day?" She started slightly, and got up. "Be careful not to say 'Du' to each other now," she whispered. Now I had not said "Du" at all. I walked away. Another hour passed. The day was getting long; I would have rowed home alone long before if there had been a third boat; Asop lay tied up in the hut, and perhaps he was thinking of me.
Why should I not have forgotten her altogether, after all this time? I have some pride. And if anyone asks whether I have any sorrows, then I answer straight out, "No none." Cora lies looking at me. Asop, it used to be, but now it is Cora that lies looking at me. The clock ticks on the mantel; outside my open window sounds the roar of the city.
He expounded to Dietrich whilst at Coburg the first twenty-five Psalms; and the transcript of his commentary on these, which Dietrich left behind him, was afterwards printed. And to these works he wished to add the fables of Asop.
Day after day I tramped over the wooded hills with Asop at my side, and asked no more than leave to keep on going there day after day, though most of the ground was covered still with snow and soft slush. I had no company but Asop; now it is Cora, but at that time it was Asop, my dog that I afterwards shot.
"I am going now," I said. Then she rose and came over to me. "I should like to have something to remember you by when you go," she said. "I thought of asking you for something, but perhaps it is too much. Will you give me Asop?" I did not hesitate. I answered "Yes." "Then, perhaps, you would come and bring him to-morrow," she said. I went. I looked up at the window. No one there.
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