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Updated: June 29, 2025
Throngs of people, shouting "Fire!" pressed from the cross streets into the square. The stillness of the night was over. When Heinz again turned to Biberli he said in a hollow tone: "If the earth should swallow up Nuremberg tonight it would not surprise me. But over yonder look, Biber, the Duke of Pomerania's quarters in the Green Shield are still lighted.
After some hesitation he moved the handle to the PORT mark, and waited to see what would happen. To his delight he saw the bow swing slowly round, and the Pomerania's gleaming wake spread behind her in a whitened curve. He descended to the bridge, a little nervous as to what Mr. Pointer might say, but he found the Mate gazing across the water with the same fierce and unwearying attention.
Throngs of people, shouting "Fire!" pressed from the cross streets into the square. The stillness of the night was over. When Heinz again turned to Biberli he said in a hollow tone: "If the earth should swallow up Nuremberg tonight it would not surprise me. But over yonder look, Biber, the Duke of Pomerania's quarters in the Green Shield are still lighted.
The shrewd fellow had discovered the truth, for after Seitz Siebenburg had wandered about in the open air during the storm, he again tried to see his wife. But the effort was vain. Neither entreaties nor threats would induce her to open the door. Meanwhile it had grown late and, half frantic with rage, he went to the Duke of Pomerania's quarters in the Green Shield to try his luck in gaming.
The shrewd fellow had discovered the truth, for after Seitz Siebenburg had wandered about in the open air during the storm, he again tried to see his wife. But the effort was vain. Neither entreaties nor threats would induce her to open the door. Meanwhile it had grown late and, half frantic with rage, he went to the Duke of Pomerania's quarters in the Green Shield to try his luck in gaming.
But Heinz knew where he was, and while the armour-bearer was divesting him, awkwardly enough, of his suit of mail and gala attire, he was often seized with anxiety about his faithful follower, though many things with which the morning had burdened his soul lay nearer to his heart. Never had he been so lucky in gambling as last night in the Duke of Pomerania's quarters.
Throngs of people, shouting "Fire!" pressed from the cross streets into the square. The stillness of the night was over. When Heinz again turned to Biberli he said in a hollow tone: "If the earth should swallow up Nuremberg tonight it would not surprise me. But over yonder look, Biber, the Duke of Pomerania's quarters in the Green Shield are still lighted.
He wandered about the Pomerania's sagely ordered passages and found her more and more magical. She went on and on, with some strange urgent vitality of her own. Through the fiddleys on the boat deck came a hot oily breath and the steady drumming of her burning heart. From outer to hawse-hole, from shaft-tunnel to crow's-nest, he explored and loved her.
Vexed and irritated by the countess's insulting rebuff, he had gone to the Green Shield to forget his annoyance at the gaming table in the Duke of Pomerania's quarters. He had fared ill.
The wind was freshening, and the Pomerania's sharp bow slid heavily into broad hills of sea, crashing them into crumbling rollers of suds which fell outward and hissed along her steep sides. The silent Mr. Pointer escorted him into the chart-room, a bare, businesslike place with a large table, a map-cabinet, and a settee.
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