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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Very good; now get ready for this gentleman the bedroom at the end of the long gallery Hugh's room; you know which I mean." "Yes, Sperver, in a minute." "And you will take with you, as you go, the doctor's knapsack. Knapwurst will give it you. As for supper " "Never you mind. That is my business." "Very well, then. I will depend upon you."
His excitement rose every minute. I seemed to dread lest in some frenzied moment he should spring from the bed and destroy his child's life. But she, calm though deadly pale, knelt at the door, which was standing open, and outside I could see Sperver, whose features betrayed the deepest anxiety. He drew near without noise, and bending towards Odile
Lost in the snow, I ran to and fro panting and alarmed, and unable to judge which way to direct my steps. As day drew near the cold became sharper; I shivered, I execrated Sperver for having brought me from Fribourg to bear a part in this hideous adventure. At last, exhausted, my beard a mass of ice, my ears nearly frostbitten, I discovered the gate and rang the bell with all my might.
I caught in the silence the click of the lock of his gun, and that slight noise threw me into a tremor of apprehension. "Sperver, what are you about?" "Don't be alarmed; it is only to frighten her." "Very well, then, but no blood. Remember what I told you the ball which strikes the Pest slays the count!" "Don't trouble yourself," was the answer. He went away without further parley.
And pointing out to me at some distance a scarcely perceptible white streak in the snow "There she is!" Immediately he galloped up to it; I followed in a couple of minutes; we had dismounted, and were examining the track of the Black Pest. "I should like to know," cried Sperver, "how that track came here?" "Don't let that trouble you," I replied.
Sperver had gone, bearing the body of poor Lieverlé in his cloak. I had declined to follow; my sense of duty kept me by this unhappy woman, and I could not leave her without violence to my own feelings.
I was still dreamily pursuing these thoughts, and I was beginning to feel the keen air moving upon my face, for we were approaching the outlet of the gorge, when all at once a red light struck the rock a hundred feet above us, purpling the dark green of the fir-trees and lighting up the wreaths of snow. "Ha!" cried Sperver, "we have got her at last!"
You are a son of the Black Forest, and you must admire all that. Look there below; there is Roche Creuse. Do you see it? Don't you remember Gertrude? How far off those times seem now!" Sperver brushed away a tear. What could I say? We sat long contemplating and meditating over this grand spectacle.
Sperver had passed his arm round the dog's neck, and, turning to me, said "Fritz, what man could love me as this dog does? Do look at this head, these eyes, these teeth!" He uncovered the animal's teeth, displaying a set of fangs that would have pulled down and rent a buffalo. Then repelling him with difficulty, for the dog was re-doubling his caresses "Down, Lieverlé. I know you love me.
I was dragged in by Sébalt, seated near Marie Lagoutte, and found a large glass of Bohemian wine in my hand before I could quite understand the meaning of it all. The old hall was echoing with merry peals of laughter, and Sperver, throwing his arm round my neck, holding his cup high, and with an attempt at gravity which showed plainly that the wine was up in his head, he shouted "Here is my son!
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