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The steps of our horses on the slippery gravel awoke strange discordant sounds like the screaming of monkeys at play. The echoes from rock to rock caught up and repeated every sound, and in the distance a tiny space of deep blue widened as we advanced; it was the issue from the glen. "Fritz," said Sperver, "we are in the bed of the Tunkelbach. This is the wildest spot in the Black Forest.
Never in my life have I seen a more fearful apparition. Sperver, motionless, his eyes riveted on the fearful object before him, and his mouth open with astonishment, stood as if rooted to the earth.
"I, monseigneur," answered Sperver, coming forward "Sperver, chief huntsman to the lord of Nideck." A flash shot from the baron's quick eye; not a muscle of his countenance quailed. He rose to his feet, gathering his pelisse over his shoulders. I drew towards me the horses and the dog, and this animal suddenly began howling fearfully.
I ordered him to lay the breakfast in your room; I thought we should be more comfortable there. Good-bye for the present, doctor." "Are you not coming up with us?" asked Sperver. "No, I am going to tell the countess that the Baron de Zimmer-Bluderich begs the honour to thank her in person before he leaves the castle." "The Baron de Zimmer?"
At times he would stop for a second and listen attentively with head awry, and then the crimson hangings would tremble with the quivering of his limbs, like foliage shaken by the wind; then the melancholy wail would open afresh. Sperver, Sébalt, and I stood nailed to the floor; we held our breath, petrified with fear. Suddenly the count stopped.
I noticed the stitches in the side leather at once, and I think I never saw finer." "Who can this be?" Sperver exclaimed. Sébalt raised his shoulders and extended his hands, but said nothing. "Who can have any object in following the old woman?" I asked Sperver. "No one on earth can tell," was the reply. And so we sat a few minutes meditating over what we had heard.
Very strangely, ever since our departure from Nideck we had met neither wood-cutters, nor charcoal-burners, nor timber-carriers. At this season the silence and solitude of the Black Forest is as deep as that of the North-American steppes. At five o'clock it was almost dark. Sperver halted and said "Fritz, my lad, we have started a couple of hours too late. The she-wolf has had too long a start.
About Christmas time in the year 18 , as I was lying fast asleep at the Cygne at Fribourg, my old friend Gideon Sperver broke abruptly into my room, crying "Fritz, I have good news for you; I am going to take you to Nideck, two leagues from this place. You know Nideck, the finest baronial castle in the country, a grand monument of the glory of our forefathers?"
Then, with a single clash, every glass was set vigorously down upon the table. "Bravo!" cried Sperver. Then turning to me "Fritz, we have already drunk to the health of the count and of Mademoiselle Odile; you will do the same." Twice had I to drain the cup before the vigilant eyes of the whole table. Then I too began to look grave. Could it have been drunken gravity?
"My faithful Sperver has often mentioned your name to me; and I was anxious to make your acquaintance." "Let us hope, my lord, that it will be continued under more favourable circumstances. A little patience, and we shall avert this attack." "I think not," he replied. "I feel my time drawing near." "You are mistaken, my lord."
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