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He had an old grudge against Moretz, who had resisted an unjust attempt to seize some land to which the rich man had no right. "With pleasure, Master Johann Herder. I would not wish to occupy your place, as I doubt not you would not wish to fill mine." "What does he mean?" exclaimed Herder; but Moretz had already done as he was bid, and got quickly out of the way.
"You are welcome, friend, under the roof of Nicholas Moretz," said the old man, as he ushered his guest into his cottage. Karl mean time unloading the asses, placed the fagots on a pile raised on one side of the hut.
"Child," he said, "which of us is your grandfather, think you?" As he spoke he drew her towards him, and gazed in her face. "Yes, yes, I recognise the features of my own lost daughter!" he exclaimed. "We will ever love old Moretz, and be grateful to him," he said, pressing a kiss on Meta's brow. "But I am your grandfather, and you must try and give me some of the love you bear him."
I knew that I should some day have my revenge," he whispered into the old man's ear, "and I intend to make you feel it bitterly." Moretz was thankful to see that Karl had made his escape, and without opposition followed his captors to the hall where the magistrates were sitting. They had resolved to prevent any public preaching in their town.
He got as close up to the speaker as he could with his asses, on the backs of which he and Karl were mounted. The preacher wore a monk's dress, but instead of a crucifix he held a book in his hand, which Moretz and Karl guessed rightly was the Bible.
Moretz, having found a neighbour in whom he had confidence, he returned to the cavern, and together they carried Herder up to his cottage. "I have but poor fare to offer you, Herr Herder," he said, "but such as it is I freely present it to you." "What makes you thus take care of me?" said Herder, scarcely noticing the remark. "I never did you any good. I have been your enemy for many years."
Great changes had of late taken place in Germany, and the authorities who had imprisoned Moretz no longer ventured to proceed as they had before done. The peasants, oppressed for centuries by the owners of the soil, and treated like slaves, had long been groaning for the blessings of civil liberty.
The papists, where they could, opposed and persecuted them, as the Apostle Paul before his conversion did the Christians he could get hold of, haling them to prison, to torture, and to death. Moretz often went into the town of Hornberg to sell his fagots. Even he was not without his enemies.
"God's blessed word says `Love your enemies, do good to them who hate and ill-use you. If you had treated me far worse than you have done, still I should desire to help you." "Ah! you conquer me, Moretz," said Herder, after a long silence. "I have no doubt that the Bible says as you tell me; but I did not think that any one would thus act according to its commands."
It contained several long passages, both above ground and under ground, leading to arched cells with strong oak doors plated with iron. Into one of these dungeons Moretz was now thrust. There he was left in solitude. There was but little light, but he discovered a heap of straw in one corner, on which he sat himself down.
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