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Updated: May 20, 2025
Eva Ortlieb had been borne home from the ball in her sedan chair with a happy smile hovering round her fresh young lips. It still lingered there when she found her sister in their chamber, sitting at the spinning wheel.
Perhaps he might have succeeded in forcing a passage through the concourse, but when he heard the name "Ernst Ortlieb," in the monotonous speech of the city crier, he followed the remainder of his notice.
It was after midnight when the servants closed the heavy door of the Ortlieb mansion. The late guests had left it, mounted their horses, and ridden away together through the Frauenthor into the city. The moon no longer lighted their way. A sultry wind had swept from the southwest masses of grey clouds, which constantly grew denser and darker.
In the right wall of the entry there were also two small doors, reached by a flight of steps. At this hour both closed empty rooms, for the office and the chamber where Herr Ernst Ortlieb received his business friends had not been occupied since sunset, and the bathroom and dressing-room adjoining were used only during the day.
With increasing anxiety, she attributed it to the indignation which overpowered him, yet he was only heated by the haste with which, accompanied by his future son-in-law's father, he had rushed here from the Frauenthor as fast as his feet would carry him. Casper Eysvogel had also attended the Vorchtel entertainment and accompanied Ernst Ortlieb into the street to discuss some business matters.
Els might have sent one of the Ortlieb servants; but, in the first place, the fugitive's refuge must be concealed, and then she told herself that Biberli, who had witnessed the occurrence of the previous evening, could best inform Wolff of the real course of events.
Still it would scarcely have been advisable to remain near them; for these packages, which the Ortlieb house brought from Venice, contained pepper and other spices that exhaled a pungent odor, endurable only by hardened nerves. Valuable goods of various kinds lay here until they could be placed in cellars or storehouses or sold.
The last one, an honest master weaver, had moved with a very crooked gait. As he saw the moon double like everything else around and above him he had wondered whether the man up there had a wife. He expected no very pleasant reception from his own at home. The watchman, who the moon did not exactly know why lingered a short time in front of the Ortlieb mansion, followed the burgher.
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.
The young lord of the Huns shall be the first." Then the good knight Hagen smote the child Ortlieb, so that the blood spurted up the sword towards his hand and the head fell into the lap of the queen. At this there began a murdering, grim and great, among the knights.
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