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In the arbour Cordula explained why she had not come before; but her account told the elderly couple nothing new. When she went to see Ernst Ortlieb in the watch-tower that morning he had already been taken to the Town Hall.
The carrier's widow, who had long since regained her health in the Beguine House at Schweinau, had been taken into Frau Eysvogel's service. Her little adopted daughter Walpurga, scarcely seventeen years old, had just been married to the Ortlieb teamster Ortel.
She beckoned, as she spoke, to her chamberlain and the high steward, took leave of her imperial father-in-law and, with her pretty little head flung proudly back, rustled out of the hall. Soon after Herr Pfinzing ushered Ernst Ortlieb, his daughter, and Wolff into the presence of the sovereign, who gazed as if restored to youth at the handsome couple whose weal or woe was in his hands.
Herr Ernst Ortlieb had gone to the Town Hall, where he attended an examination in his character as magistrate, and had entered the court yard to enjoy the cool air for a short time with a few other "Honourables," in the shady walk near the main gate. Just then master-tailor Seubolt, the guardian of Ortel and his sister, who were in service at the Ortlieb mansion, approached the Town Hall.
The nuptials took place at Vienna amid great magnificence, but through all Kriemhild sorrowed only for Siegfried and brooded long and darkly on her schemes of vengeance. Seven years passed, during which Kriemhild won the love of all Etzels court. She bore the King a son, Ortlieb, and gained the confidence and respect of his advisers.
It might tempt me to satisfy your curiosity less speedily, but, after the delightful entertainment you gave us, my Lord Burgrave, one becomes merciful. So you shall hear how I, as wise as the serpent, craftily forced this haughty knight" she tapped Heinz Schorlin's arm with her riding whip "and you, too, Jungfrau Ortlieb, whose pardon I now entreat, to help me win the bet. No offence, noble sirs!
On the eve of St. Medard's Day in the year 1281, the moon, which had just risen, was shining brightly upon the imperial free city of Nuremberg; its rays found their way into the street leading from the strong Marienthurm to the Frauenthor, but entrance to the Ortlieb mansion was barred by a house, a watchtower, and most successfully of all by a tall linden tree.
But you, Els if our Lord would permit me to fashion out of divine clay a life companion after my own heart, do you know how she would look?" "Like me exactly like Els Ortlieb, of course," replied the girl laughing. "A correct guess, with all due modesty," Wolff answered gaily. "But take care that she does not surpass your wishes.
The thought even darted through his mind that instead of carrying his good intentions into effect he had not paid for the roses but flowers were so cheap in June! She had given him a hasty nod and, if he was not mistaken, it was the Ortlieb sisters' maid, whom he had often seen. When he again looked after the muffled figure she was hurrying up the cloth-maker's stairs. It was Katterle herself.
But when faithful Endres, who had grown grey in the Ortlieb service, and under whose orders Ortel was placed to help in unpacking, commanded her to be silent or leave the house, and told her son, instead of following her, to stay with his old employer, Frau Vorkler proceeded to lament over the corruption of the whole world, and did not fail to deal a few side-thrusts at the two daughters of the house.
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