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Updated: June 11, 2025
Confronting each other in that ancient house on the Fahrgasse, we witness, then, the personification of the two phrases, ancient and modern: blood represented by the standing lad, and money by the seated merchant.
With this the long conference ended, and the aged servitor in the hall showed Roland into the Fahrgasse. As the young man proceeded down the Weckmarkt into the Saalgasse, he muttered to himself: "The penurious old scoundrel! God keep me in future from dealing with such!
"He mounted an outside stairway on the Fahrgasse, and through lighted windows on the opposite side saw you place the point of your sword at the throat of an unarmed merchant, and take from him a bag of gold." Roland, whose brow had been knitted into an angry frown, now threw back his head and laughed joyously. "Oh, that was a mere frolic," he alleged. It was the girl's turn to frown.
The mob had been cleared away, but no one was allowed to linger in its precincts, and the youth was gruffly ordered to take himself elsewhere, which he promptly did, walking up the Saalgasse, and past the Cathedral, until he came once more into the Fahrgasse, down which he proceeded, pausing for another glance at Goebel's house, until he came to the bridge, where he stood with arms resting on the parapet, thoughtfully shaping in his mind what he would say to Herr Goebel in the morning.
It had passed through Sachsenhausen, over the bridge, up the Fahrgasse, then down the Zeile, and turned towards the inner city through the Katharinenpforte, formerly a gate, and, since the enlargement of the city, an open thoroughfare. Here it had been happily considered, that, for a series of years, the external grandeur of the world had gone on expanding, both in height and breadth.
"I stood by your doorcheek last night when you returned home." "Did you so? May I ask why?" "There was no particular reason. It happened that I walked down the Fahrgasse, endeavoring to make up my mind upon whom I should call to-day." "And why have I received the preference?" "Perhaps, sir, it would be more accurate to say your house received the preference, if it is such.
The heir-presumptive to the throne of the Empire was too obviously a drunken brawler; a friend and comrade of the lowest scum in Frankfort. "After a short time he emerged alone, and once more I followed him. He went with the directness of a purposeful man to the Fahrgasse, the street of the rich merchants, knocked at a door, and was admitted.
The officer looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face. "Where next did you go?" "I went to the house of a merchant in the Fahrgasse." "Ah, that tale doesn't hold! Merchants are not allowed to wear swords." "No, Lieutenant, but a merchant on occasion can supply capital that will enable a skilled workman to accept a large contract.
I spoke in the interests of fair-play. An appointment was made by me for ten o'clock this evening, and I wish to keep it and remain uninfluenced by wine." "What's her name, Roland?" inquired the wine-bibber. "I was about to divulge that secret when you interrupted me. The name is Herr Goebel." "What! the cloth merchant on the Fahrgasse?" "Is it cloth he deals in?
You learn from that document that the shrewd Archbishops anticipate an insurrection, and doubtless they command the force at hand ready to crush it, but during this conflict, which you seem to regard so lightly, does it ever occur to you that the merchants' palaces along the Fahrgasse may be sacked and burnt?" "That, of course, is possible," commented the merchant. "Nay, it is absolutely certain.
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