d only one other visitor,
a man in spectacles--and the waiter produced a tablecloth that made me
shiver, and poured me out a cup of coffee and brought me a roll of
immense resistance--one of yesterday's, I imagined, the roll cart from
Binz not having had time yet to get up the hill. He fetched this roll
from a pretty house with latticed windows standing on the side of the
green, and he fixed me with his hungry eye and told me the house was an
inn, and that it was not only ready but anxious to take me as a lodger
for any period I might choose. I excused myself on the plea of its
distance from the water. He said that precisely this distance was its
charm. 'The lady,' he continued, with a wave of his coffee-pot that
immediately caused a thin streak of steam to rise from the grass--'the
lady can see for herself how idyllic is the situation.'

The lady murmured assent; and in order to avoid his hungry eye busied
herself dividing her roll among some expectant fowls who, plainly used
to the business, were crowding round her; so that the roll's staleness,
perhaps intentional, ended by being entirely to the good of the inn.

By the time the fowls were ready for more the waiter, who had nothing
pressing on hand, had become a nuisance too great to be borne. I would
have liked to sit there and rest in the shade, watching the clouds
slowly appear above the tree-tops opposite and sail over my head and out
of sight, but I could not because of the waiter. So I paid him, got up,
once more firmly declined either to take or look at rooms at the inn,
and wished him a good morning instinct with dignity and chill.

'The lady will now of course visit the Jagdschloss,' said the waiter,
whipping out a bundle of tickets of admission.

'The Jagdschloss?' I repeated; and following the direction of his eyes I
saw a building through the trees just behind where I had been sitting,
on the top of a sharp ascent.

So that was where my walk had led me to. The guide-book devotes several
animated pages to this Jagdschloss, or shooting lodge. It belongs to
Prince Putbus. Its round tower, rising out of a green sea of wood, was a
landmark with which I had soon grown familiar. Whenever you climb up a
hill in Ruegen to see the view, you see the Jagdschloss. Whichever way
you drive, it is always the central feature of the landscape. If it
isn't anywhere else it is sure to be on the horizon. Only in some
northern parts of the island does one get away from it,