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'The Jew? inquired Berbel, looking sharply at Wastei. 'Yes and do you know what I think, Frau Berbel? Wastei lowered his voice to a whisper. 'What? 'I believe it is the coat the old wolf died in, and that is the reason it brings me luck. 'What makes you think that? inquired his companion, knitting her rough brows.
I had thought of it, as you say. 'And I had thought that unless the old wolf's coat were there with the hole in the pocket, Frau Berbel might not be able to make it quite clear that Master Wastei had spoken the truth. But if the truth is quite clear, why then he paused, as though he did not care what might happen in such a case.
'But I can beat your horses by half an hour at least. 'What is your name? asked Rex while the servant was gone for the drink. 'Wastei. 'Sebastian, I suppose? The man shrugged his shoulders, as though to say that he did not care for such a civilised appellation. Rex took out his purse and gave him a gold piece, a generosity elicited by his admiration for the fellow's powers.
As she stood at the door trying to remember whether she had forgotten anything, a man entered the gate and strode across the pavement. It was Wastei, and he carried in his hand a magnificent string of trout, threaded by the gills upon a willow withe.
'Old friends, old logs, old spirits, observed Wastei. 'We have known each other a long time, Frau Berbel, in good and bad days, summer and winter, and you have always been the same to me. 'Small credit for that! exclaimed Berbel. 'You have done me many a good turn in twenty years, and my ladies too, and you have never got much by it, that I can see more praise to you!
'That is true, observed Berbel, watching him intently. 'A thing might lie a long time between the velvet and the lining of a coat in a Jew's shop, remarked Wastei presently. 'Very long. 'Long enough for people not to want it, when it is found. 'It depends on what it is. 'A ticket for a lottery, for instance, would not be of much use after a year or two.
Hilda looked at the banner curiously, and then at her mother. 'We must make a new one, Hilda, she said. 'And Wastei must pick out a tall, straight sapling from the forest for Sigmundskron has a lord again, and the old flag must float on the wind when he comes to his home. Rex had not been wrong when he predicted that Hilda and Greif would be married in the summer.
'They are good fish, she said, looking them over once more. Wastei drew a bright red handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully wiped his sinewy brown hands. Then without further ceremony he sat down upon the stone curb at the corner of the steps, as though he had done his business and meant to rest himself without paying any more attention to Berbel.
'And what am I to do with your coat? inquired Berbel. In spite of the question she had thrust the bundle under one arm and held it firmly, with the evident intention of keeping it. 'When you have given the letter to the baron, you might be so kind as to mend the pocket for me, said Wastei calmly. 'But I told you I should perhaps wait some time before giving the letter.
I suppose you have game whenever you like, now, do you not? 'Ay, Wastei I sometimes could not find any lead in your hares 'That made them lighter to carry and more wholesome to eat, observed the other with a chuckle. 'And I had my doubts about them, of course 'But you did not ask many questions not very many did you? 'Not always, Wastei, answered Berbel with a twitch of the lips.
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