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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Wait, Sperver; we are not going to kill the Black Pest, but to take her alive!" "Alive?" "No doubt, and it will spare you a good deal of remorse perhaps if I declare to you that the life of this old woman is bound up with that of your master. The ball that hits her hits your lord." Sperver gazed at me in astonishment. "Is this really true, Fritz?" "Positively true."
"Ah, Fritz, how glad I am that I brought you here! The witch will be sold, eh?" Well, I confess I felt a little ashamed that I had been all my life such a very well-deserving young man without knowing anything of the circumstance myself. "So, Sperver," I said, "the count has spent a good night?" "A very good one." "Then I am very well pleased. Let us go down."
Sperver, as I have already told, was lifting high the full bumper and singing the song of Black Hatto, the Burgrave, "I am king on these mountains of mine," while the rosy dew of Affénthal hung trembling from his long moustaches. As soon as he caught sight of me he stopped, and holding out his hand "Fritz," said he, "we only wanted you.
During these observations I was watching Sperver, whose clear, energetic tones indicated the different points in the road with the greatest precision, and I watched, too, the young baron, who was listening with the closest attention. No obstacle seemed to alarm him. The old groom seemed not less bent upon the enterprise.
At this moment I persuaded the Lord of Nideck to take a few drops of Laudanum; he sank back with a sigh, and soon his panting and irregular breathing became more measured under the influence of a deep and heavy slumber. Odile arose, and her aged friend, who had not opened her lips, went out with her. Sperver and I watched their slowly retreating figures.
Here we heard the cry of the wolf alone, prolonged beneath the echoing arches the distant barking and yelling of the pack became almost inaudible in the distance; the dogs were hoarse with rage and excitement, their chains were getting entangled together. Perhaps they were strangling each other. Sperver drew the keen blade of his hunting-knife.
I always was fond of it; but instead of perching by night upon a high branch of a tall tree, rocked by the wind, I now prefer to return to my cavern, to drink a glass, to pick a bone of venison, and dry my plumage before a warm fire. The Count of Nideck does not disdain Sperver, the old hawk, the true man of the woods.
Make no noise, and mind, you have seen nothing and know nothing!" "Is that all, Sperver?" I asked. He nodded gravely. "And about the count?" "He is in again. He is better." We had got to the antechamber. Gideon knocked at the door gently, then he opened it, announcing "Doctor Fritz." I took a pace forward, and stood in the presence of Odile. Sperver had retired, closing the door.
He began to tear it into pieces. Sperver looked at him out of the corner of his eye with great satisfaction. The bone was fast falling into small fragments in the powerful mill that was crashing it. Lieverlé was partial to marrow! "Aha! Fritz, if you were requested to fetch that bone away from him, what would you say?" "I should think it a mission requiring extraordinary delicacy and tact."
"I am fond of a clear hard frost," he replied; "it promotes circulation. If our old minister Tobias had but the courage to start out in weather like this he would soon put an end to his rheumatic pains." I smiled, I am afraid, involuntarily. After an hour of this rapid pace Sperver slackened his speed and let me come abreast of him.
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