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"You are to go up to the Castle-Steward at once," she said standing still in front of him, "and you are to bring him some cold water, because he has a headache. But very quickly." Mr. Trius glanced at Mäzli in an infuriated way as if to say: "How do you dare to come to me like this?" Then throwing the door wide open he growled like a cross bear: "Out of here first, so I can close it."
"I promised to bring Leonore, so you'd better open." But Mr. Trius did not stir. "Come, Mäzli, we'd better go back," said Leonore in a low voice. "Can't you see that he won't open it? Maybe he is not allowed." But it was no easy matter to turn Mäzli from her project. "If he won't open it I'll scream so loud that the Castle-Steward will hear it," she said obstinately.
Their speeches came thick and fast, and he heard nothing but manifestations of love for the dear, good Baron, Leonore's charming uncle, the good, kind Castle-Steward. Mäzli had not given up this title even now. "Do you see, Philip, that you can't swim against the stream?" said Mrs. Maxa when she was sitting alone with her brother after dinner.
"How do you do, Mr. Castle-Steward! Didn't I come soon again, this time?" she merrily called out to him. "I have also brought everything I promised. Here are the picture books look! two of them. I thought you might look through one too quickly." Mäzli laid both books on the lion skin and began to rummage through her pockets. "Look what else I brought you," and Mäzli laid down a tiny ivory whistle.
They were the biggest she had found and she had chosen them because she thought: The bigger the books, the bigger his delight at looking at them. "Now I'll tell you what I thought," she said on reaching Leonore. "You see, up in the castle under a big tree sits the sick Castle-Steward. I promised to go to see him soon again and to bring him a picture book.
Some of the domestics were on their knees; others watching, pale and breathless, from the windows: for all felt that a greater storm than they had ever experienced was about to burst. Sasha and the castle-steward had taken the wise precaution to summon a physician and a priest, provided with the utensils for extreme unction.
"He did not say that the Castle-Steward, as he called himself to Mäzli, sent the message, but told me that it was from the master of the castle, whom you knew a long time ago," Leonore concluded. "Oh, just think! Aunt Maxa, we might find our uncle after all. Oh, please help us, for I want so much to write to him." Mrs.
He is the only person in the whole world to whom we could belong. We have wished many and many a time a chance to look for him, because we might live with him." "No, you couldn't do that. I know him, I have been in Spain," the Castle-Steward said curtly. A light spread over Leonore's face, as if her heart had been suddenly flooded with hope. "Oh, do you really know our uncle?
He has to. I know the Castle-Steward well, and he is not in the least afraid of Mr. Trius; I have noticed that," said Mäzli, firmly holding to her resolution. Apollonie realized that words would do no good and resolved to entertain Mäzli so well with the little chickens and other things that it would finally be too late for her to go to the castle.
"Come back, child!" the gentleman called after her. "There is nobody in the castle, and you won't find any." It seemed strange to Mäzli that there should be nobody to bring water to the Castle-Steward. "I'll find somebody for him," she said, eagerly running down the incline to the door, in whose vicinity Mr. Trius was wandering up and down.
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