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But the door opened, and a rosy face, with golden hair, appeared in the shadow, and said in a whisper "It is the Baron of Zimmer-Bluderich, with a servant, and he asks for shelter in the Nideck. He has lost his way among the mountains." "Very well, Gretchen," answered the young countess, kindly; "go and tell the steward to attend to the Baron de Zimmer.
"The towers of Nideck are high, and slander flies too low to reach their elevation!" "No doubt; but still it is a fact, is it not?" "Oh yes, so it is; but after all it is only a craze, an effect of his complaint. As soon as the crisis is past all his love for mademoiselle comes back. I assure you, sir, that a lover of twenty could not be more devoted, more affectionate, than he is.
"That is a nice young man. He would have made a good-looking soldier." Sperver looked uneasy, but said nothing. I was full of my own thoughts. A few steps under the darkling vaults of Nideck completely effaced from my memory the queer figures of Tobias and Marie Lagoutte, poor harmless creatures, existing like bats under the mighty wing of the vulture.
Maître Hertzog, astonished as he was to find himself in those remote solitudes between Dagsberg and the ruins of Nideck, sat long meditating what he must do to rejoin his household gods; then, gliding down the stream of his usual meditations, he went over the fabulous, heroic, or barbarous legends and chronicles of the former lords of that land.
She was living when the old lords of the castle lived." Now my old uncle was very nearly falling backwards at this astounding disclosure. "But what do you mean?" he cried; "the castle of Nideck has been down these thousand years!" "What if it was two thousand years?" said the woodman, making the sign of the cross as a new flash lighted up the valley; "what does that prove?
Sperver, passing the back of his hand across his eyes, went on "You know Nideck?" "Of course I do by reputation; what have you to do there?" "I am the count's chief huntsman." "And who has sent you?" "The young Countess Odile." "Very good. How soon are we to start?" "This moment. The matter is urgent; the old count is very ill, and his daughter has begged me not to lose a moment.
Wonderful to relate, in the very same hour, almost the same minute, the principal tower of Nideck fell, and was washed away by the waterfall below. "Such is the end of the most ancient monument known of Merovingian architecture, of which Schlosser, the historian, says," etc., etc.
I gazed over his shoulder, and the sight that met my eyes made the blood run chill as snow in my veins. The lord of Nideck, crouching on all fours upon his bed, with his arms bending forward, his head carried low, his eyes glaring with fierce fires, was uttering loud, protracted howlings! He was the wolf!
I was still gazing upon this dark stream, feeling my dry tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, when there was a great movement; the old woman and the count were stuffing the sheets of the bed into the sack, they were thrusting and stamping them in with just the same haste as a dog scratching at a hole, then the lord of Nideck flung this unshapely bundle over his shoulder and made for the door; a sheet was dragging behind him, and the old woman followed him torch in hand.
"That little humpback who opened the gate for us. He is an odd fellow, Fritz, and almost lives in the library." "So you have a man of learning at Nideck?" "Yes, we have, the rascal! Instead of confining himself to the porter's lodge, his proper place, all the day over he is amongst the dusty books and parchments belonging to the family.
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