sty,
it amused me all the more, and the old man's demeanor likewise had made
me smile; he was surly, and notwithstanding courteous to her and had said
to her I know not what. Now, when I was wide-awake, Ann had indeed
departed, and the house-wife had seen her quit the house and walk towards
the stables, following old Uhlwurm.

Hereupon a strange unrest fell upon me, and when Kubbeling presently
answered to my questioning that old Uhlwurm had craved leave to be absent
till noon, to the end that he might go to the very spot where they had
found Eppelein, and make search for that letter which he doubtless had
had on his person, I plainly saw wherefor Ann had beguiled the old man.

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By Georg Ebers

Volume 7.

CHAPTER X.

"The old owl! I will give him somewhat to remember me by till some one
else can say 'Gone' over him!" This was what my Uncle Christian growled a
little later, out near the stables, where Matthew was putting the bridle
on my bay nag, while the other serving-men were saddling the horses for
the gentlemen. I had stolen hither, knowing full well that the old folks
would not have suffered me to ride forth after Ann, and my good godfather
even now ceased not from railing, in his fears for his darling. "What
else did we talk of yestereve, Master leech and I, all the way we rode
with the misguided maid, but of the wicked deeds done in these last few
weeks on the high roads, and here in this very wood? With her own ears,
she heard us say that the town constable required us to take seven
mounted men as outriders, by reason that the day before yesterday the
whole train of waggons of the Borchtels and the Schnods was overtaken,
and the convoy would of a certainty have been beaten if they had not had
the aid, by good-hap, of the fellowship marching with the Maurers and the
Derrers.--And it was pitch dark, owls were flitting, foxes barking; it
was enough to make even an old scarred soldier's blood run cold. It is a
sin and a shame how the rogues ply their trade, even close under the
walls of the city! They cut off a bleacher's man's ears, and when I
wished that young Eber of Wichsenstein, and all the rout that follows him
might come to the gallows, Ann made bold to plead