"Where"s the colt going?" Coaly Mathew called out of his window to a young lad who was leading a fine colt away by a halter.
"Farmer Rodel has sold it," was the reply; and presently the colt was heard neighing farther down the valley. Amrei, who had heard this, again reflected:
"Yes, a creature like that can be sold away from its mother, and the mother hardly knows of it; and whoever pays for it, to him it belongs.
But a person cannot be sold, and he who is unwilling cannot be led away by a halter. Yonder comes Farmer Rodel and his horses, with a large colt frisking beside them. You will be put in harness soon, colt, and perhaps you, too, will be sold. A man cannot be bought--he merely hires himself out. An animal for its work gets nothing more than its food and drink, while a person gets money as a reward. Yes, I can be a maid now, and with my wages I can apprentice Damie--he wants to be a mason. But when we are at uncle"s, Damie won"t be as much mine as he is now. Hark! the starling is flying home to the house which father made for him--he"s singing merrily again. Father made the house for him out of old planks.
I remember his saying that a starling won"t go into a house if it"s made of new wood, and I feel just the same. "You, tree,--now I know--if you rustle as long as I stay here, I shall remain."" And Amrei listened intently; soon it seemed to her as if the tree were rustling, but again when she looked up at the branches they were quite still, and she did not know what it was she heard.
Something was now coming along the road with a great cackling and with a cloud of dust flying before it. It was a flock of geese returning from the pasture on the Holderwasen. Amrei abstractedly imitated their cackling for a long time. Then her eyes closed and she fell asleep.
An entire spring-array of blossoms had burst forth in this young soul.
The budding trees in the valley, as they drank in the evening dew, shed forth their fragrance over the child who had fallen asleep on her native soil, from which she could not tear herself.
It had long been dark when she awoke, and a voice was crying:
"Amrei, where are you?"
She sat up, but did not answer. She looked wonderingly at the stars,--it seemed to her as if the voice had come from Heaven. Not until the call was repeated did she recognize the voice of Black Marianne, and then she answered:
"Here I am!"
Black Marianne now came up and said:
"Oh, it"s good that I have found you! They are like mad all through the village; one says he saw you in the wood, another that he met you in the fields, that you were running along, crying, and would listen to no call. I began to fear that you had jumped into the pond. You need not be afraid, dear child, you need not run away; n.o.body can compel you to go with your uncle."
"And who said that I did not want to go?" But suddenly a gust of wind rustled loudly through the branches of the tree. "But I shall certainly not go!" Amrei cried, holding fast to the tree with her hand.
"Come home--there"s a severe storm coming up, and the wind will blow it here directly," urged Marianne.
And so Amrei walked, almost staggered, back to the village with Black Marianne. What did it mean--that people had seen her running through field and forest? Or was it only Black Marianne"s fancy?
The night was pitch dark, but now and then bright flashes of lightning illuminated the houses, revealing them in a dazzling glare, which blinded their eyes and compelled them to stand still. And when the lightning disappeared, nothing more could be seen. In their own native village the two seemed as if they were lost, as if they were in a strange place, and they hastened onward with an uncertain step. The dust whirled up in eddies, so that at times they could scarcely make any progress; then, wet with perspiration, they struggled on again, until at last they reached the shelter of their home, just as the first heavy drops of rain began to fall. A gust of wind blew open the door, and Amrei cried:
"Open, door!"
She was very likely thinking of a fairy tale, in which a magic door opens at a mysterious word.
CHAPTER V
ON THE HOLDERWASEN
Accordingly, when her uncle came the next morning, Amrei declared that she would remain where she was. There was a strange mixture of bitterness and benevolence in her uncle"s reply:
"Yes, you certainly take after your mother--she would never have anything to do with us. But I couldn"t take Damie alone along with me, even if he wanted to go; for a long time he wouldn"t be able to do anything but eat bread, whereas you would have been able to earn it too."
Amrei replied that she preferred to do that here at home for the present, but that if her uncle remained in the same mind, she and her brother would come to him at some future time. Indeed, the interest her uncle now expressed for the children, for a moment, almost made her waver in her resolution, but in her characteristic way she did not venture to show any signs of it. She merely said:
"Give my love to your children, and tell them I feel very sorry about never having seen my nearest relatives; and especially now that they are going across the seas, since perhaps I shall never see them in my life."
Then her uncle stood up quickly, and commissioned Amrei to give his love to Damie, for he himself had no time to wait to bid him farewell. And with that he went away.
When Damie came soon afterward and heard of his uncle"s departure, he wanted to run after him, and even Amrei felt a similar impulse. But she restrained herself and did not yield to it. She spoke and acted as if she were obeying some one"s command in every word she said and in every movement she made; and yet her thoughts were wandering along the road by which her uncle had gone. She walked through the village, leading her brother by the hand, and nodded to all the people she met. She felt just as if she had been away and was now returning to them all. Her uncle had wanted to tear her away, and she thought that everybody else must be as glad that she had not gone, as she was herself. But she soon found out that they would not only have been glad to let her go, but that they were positively angry with her because she had not gone. c.r.a.ppy Zachy opened his eyes wide at her and said:
"Child, you have an obstinate head of your own--the whole village is angry with you for spurning your good fortune. Still, who knows whether it would have been good fortune? But they call it so now, at any rate, and everybody that looks at you casts it up to you how much you receive from the parish. So make haste and get yourself off the public charity lists."
"But what am I to do?"
"Farmer Rodel"s wife would like to have you in her service, but the old man won"t listen to it."
Amrei very likely felt that henceforward she would have to be doubly brave, in order to escape the reproaches of her own conscience, as well as those of others; and so she asked again:
"Don"t you know of anything at all?"
"Yes, certainly; but you must not be ashamed of anything--except begging. Have you not heard that foolish Fridolin yesterday killed two geese belonging to a farmer"s wife? The goosekeeper"s place is vacant, and I advise you to take it."
It was soon done. That very noon Amrei drove the geese out to the Holderwasen, as the pasture on the little hill by the King"s Well was called. Damie loyally helped his sister in doing it.
Black Marianne, however, was very much put out about this new service, and declared, not without reason:
"It"s something that"s remembered against a person an entire lifetime to have had such a place. People never forget it, and always refer to it; and later on every one will think twice about taking you into their service, because they will say: "Why, that"s the goose-girl!" And if any one does take you, out of compa.s.sion, you"ll get low wages and bad treatment, and they"ll always say: "Oh, that"s good enough for a goose-girl.""
"I won"t mind that," replied Amrei; "and you have told me hundreds of times about how a goose-girl became a queen."
"That was in olden times. But who knows?--you belong to the old world.
Sometimes it seems to me that you are not a child at all, and who knows, you old-fashioned soul, if a wonder won"t happen in your case?"
This hint that she had not yet stood upon the lowest round of the ladder of honor, but that there was a possibility of her descending even lower that she was, startled Amrei. For herself she thought nothing of it, but from that time forth she would not allow Damie to keep the geese with her. He was a man--or was to be one--and it might do him harm if it were said of him, later on, that he had kept geese. But, to save her soul, she could not make this clear to him, and he refused to listen to her.
For it is always thus; at the point where mutual understanding ends, vexation begins; the inward helplessness translates itself into a feeling of outward injustice and injury.
Amrei, nevertheless, was almost glad that Damie could remain angry with her for so many days; for it showed that he was learning how to stand up against the world and to a.s.sert his own will.
Damie, however, soon got a place for himself. He was employed by his guardian, Farmer Rodel, in the capacity of scarecrow, an occupation which required him to swing a rattle in the farmer"s orchard all day long, for the purpose of frightening the sparrows away from the early cherries and vegetable-beds. At first this duty appealed to him as sport, but he soon grew tired of it and gave it up.
It was a pleasant, but at the same time a laborious office that Amrei had undertaken. And it often seemed especially hard to her that she could do nothing to attach the creatures to her; indeed, they were hardly to be distinguished from one another. And it was not at all an idle remark that Black Marianne made to her one day when she returned from Mossbrook Wood:
"Animals that live in flocks and herds," she said, "if you take each one separately, are always stupid."
"I think so, too," replied Amrei. "These geese are stupid because they know how to do too many different things. They can swim, and run, and fly, but they are not really at home either in the water, or on land, or in the air. That"s what makes them stupid."
"I still maintain," replied Marianne, "that there"s the making of an old hermit in you."
The Holderwasen was not one of those lonely, sequestered spots which the world of fiction seems to select for its gleaming, glittering legends.
Through the centre of the Holderwasen ran a road to Endringen, and not far from it stood the many-colored boundary-stakes with the coats-of-arms of the two sovereign princes whose dominions came together here. In rustic vehicles of all kinds the peasants used to drive past, and men, women, and children kept pa.s.sing to and fro with hoe, scythe, and sickle. The _gardes-champetres_ of the two dominions also used to pa.s.s by often, the barrels of their muskets shining as they approached and gleaming long after they had pa.s.sed. Amrei was almost always accosted by the _garde-champetre_ of Endringen as she sat by the roadside, and he often made inquiries of her as to whether this or that person had pa.s.sed by. But she was never able to give the desired information--or perhaps she kept it from him on purpose, on account of the instinctive aversion the people, and especially the children, of a village have for these men, whom they invariably look upon as the armed enemies of the human race, going to and fro in search of some one to devour.
Theisles Manz, who used to sit by the road breaking stones, hardly spoke a word to Amrei; he would go sulkily from stone-heap to stone-heap, and his knocking was more incessant than the tapping of the woodp.e.c.k.e.r in Mossbrook Wood, and more regular than the piping and chirping of the gra.s.shoppers in the neighboring meadows and cloverfields.