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Updated: June 12, 2025
"The sick child could not get the fall which had frightened her so terribly out of her head. Her compassionate heart was constantly occupied with the poor girl, and when she urged her mother to provide for her, she willingly gratified her wish and often inquired about the sufferer's health. How Juliane rejoiced when she heard that the bold and skilful dancer's life would be saved!
Among the girls there were few whose rosy cheeks were not constantly wet with tears. From the first Kuni had believed that she knew who was being borne to the grave. Now she heard several women whispering near her mention the name of Juliane Peutinger.
It did not secure redemption from the flames of purgatory for the ropedancer's soul, as the gentlemen expected, but for another, and that other the learned humanist and Imperial Councillor would not believe his own eyes was his beloved, prematurely lost child. There, in large letters, was "Juliane Peutinger of Augsburg."
But when, as in the child Juliane, the wings of the intellect move so powerfully and so prematurely, who would not think of the words of the superb Ovid: 'The human mind gains victories more surely than lances and arrows." But, ere he had finished the verse which, like many another Latin one, he mingled with his German words, he noticed Lienhard Groland eagerly motioning to him to stop.
Kuni availed herself of this, and did not need to ask many questions to learn everything that she desired to know about the little begarlanded elf. She was Juliane, the young daughter of Herr Conrad Peutinger, the city clerk a girl of unusual cleverness, and a degree of learning never before found in a child eleven years old.
It did not secure redemption from the flames of purgatory for the ropedancer's soul, as the gentlemen expected, but for another, and that other the learned humanist and Imperial Councillor would not believe his own eyes was his beloved, prematurely lost child. There, in large letters, was "Juliane Peutinger of Augsburg."
But had this Juliane resembled other children? No, no! No Emperor's daughter of her age would have been accompanied to the churchyard with such pageantry, such deep, universal grief. She had been the jewel of a great city. This was proclaimed by many a Greek and Latin maxim on tablets borne by the friends of the great humanist who, with joyful pride, called her his daughter.
Her hope of meeting on the way compassionate people, who would give her a seat in their vehicles, was fulfilled. She reached Altotting sooner than she had expected. During the journey, sometimes in a peasant's cart, sometimes in a freight wagon, she had thought often of little Juliane, and always with a quiet, nay, a contented heart.
Whenever Juliane appeared, her face wore a friendly expression nay, once, in a dream, she floated before her as if she wished to thank her, in the form of a beautiful angel with large pink and white wings. She no longer needed to fear the horrible curse which she had called down upon the little one, and once more thought of Lienhard with pleasure.
"You look like my great-grandmother, Juliane de Cornault, lying in the chapel with her feet on a little dog," he said. The analogy sent a chill through her, but she laughed and answered: "Well, when I am dead you must put me beside her, carved in marble, with my dog at my feet." "Oho we'll wait and see," he said, laughing also, but with his black brows close together.
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