ere is much to
win."
"And all to lose," muttered the old woman, passing her fingers round her
scraggy neck. "Well, do as you please--it is all the same to me who it is
sends the young to be killed, and drives the old folks' cattle from the
field. What do they want with me?"
"No one has sent me," answered the dwarf. I come of my own free fancy to
ask you what Katuti must do to save her son and her house from dishonor."
"Hm!" hummed the witch, looking at Nemu while she raised herself on her
stick. "What has come to you that you take the fate of these great people
to heart as if it were your own?"
The dwarf reddened, and answered hesitatingly, "Katuti is a good
mistress, and, if things go well with her, there may be windfalls for you
and me."
Hekt shook her head doubtfully.
"A loaf for you perhaps, and a crumb for me!" she said. "There is more
than that in your mind, and I can read your heart as if you were a ripped
up raven. You are one of those who can never keep their fingers at rest,
and must knead everybody's dough; must push, and drive and stir
something. Every jacket is too tight for you. If you were three feet
taller, and the son of a priest, you might have gone far. High you will
go, and high you will end; as the friend of a king--or on the gallows."
The old woman laughed; but Nemu bit his lips, and said:
"If you had sent me to school, and if I were not the son of a witch, and
a dwarf, I would play with men as they have played with me; for I am
cleverer than all of them, and none of their plans are hidden from me. A
hundred roads lie before me, when they don't know whether to go out or
in; and where they rush heedlessly forwards I see the abyss that they are
running to."
"And nevertheless you come to me?" said the old woman sarcastically.
"I want your advice," said Nemu seriously. "Four eyes see more than one,
and the impartial looker-on sees clearer than the player; besides you are
bound to help me."
The old woman laughed loud in astonishment. "Bound!" she said, "I? and to
what if you please?"
"To help me," replied the dwarf, half in entreaty, and half in reproach.
"You deprived me of my growth, and reduced me to a cripple."
"Because no one is better off than you dwarfs," interrupted the witch.
Nemu shook his head, and answered sadly--
"You have often said so--and perhaps for many others, who are born in
misery like me--perhaps-you are right; but for me--you have spoilt my
life;
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