as kuni's troubled soul had derived so much benefit from the short pilgrimage to altotting, she hoped to obtain far more from a visit to santiago di compostella, famed throughout christendom.
true, her old master, loni, whom she had met at regensburg, permitted her to join his band, but when she perceived that he was far less prosperous than before, and that she could not be useful to him in any way, she left him at cologne because a kindhearted captain offered to take her to vlissingen without pay. thence she really did set out upon the pilgrimage to santiago di compostella; but st. james, the patron saint of the spaniards, whose untiring mercy so many praised, did not prove specially favourable to her. the voyage to compostella, the principal place where he was reverenced, which annually attracted thousands of pilgrims, cost her her last penny, and the cold nights which she was obliged to spend on deck increased her cough until it became almost unendurably violent.
in santiago di compostella both her means and her strength were exhausted. after vainly expecting for a long time some token of the saint's helpful kindness, only two courses were left: either she must remain in compostella and join the beggars in the crowded road to the place of pilgrimage, or she must accept the proposal made by tongueless cyriax and go back with him to germany. at first she had been afraid of the brutal fellow, who feigned insanity and was led about by his wife with a chain; but once, when red-haired gitta was seized by the inquisition, and spent two days and two nights in jail, and kuni nursed her child in her place, she had found him more friendly. besides, in compostella, the swearer had been in his most cheerful mood. every day had filled his purse, because there was no lack of people and he understood how to extort money by the terror which horrible outbreaks of his feigned malady inspired among the densely crowded pilgrims. his wife possessed a remedy which would instantly calm his ravings, but it was expensive, and she had not the money to buy it. not only in compostella, but also on the long journey from bavaria through the swiss mountains, france, navarre, and the whole of northern spain, there were always kind-hearted or timid people from whom the money for the "dear prescription" could be obtained.
a cart drawn by a donkey conveyed the child of this worthy couple. when kuni met her at compostella she was a sickly little girl about two years old, with an unnaturally large head and thin, withered legs, who seemed to be mute because she used her mouth only to eat and to make a movement of the lips which sounded like "baba." this sound, cyriax explained, was a call that meant "papa." that was the name aristocratic children gave their fathers, and it meant him alone, because the little girl resembled him and loved him better than she did any one else. he really believed this, and the stammering of the fragile child's livid lips won the rough fellow's tender love.
the man who, when drunk, beat his wife till the blood came, and committed plenty of cruel deeds, trembled, wept, and could even pray with fervent piety, when—which often happened—the frail little creature, shaken by convulsions, seemed at the point of death. he had undertaken the long journey to the "world's end," not only because the pilgrimage to compostella promised large profits, but also to urge st. james to cure his child. for his "sweet little juli's" sake, and to obtain for her a cheap nurse who would be entirely dependent upon him, he burdened himself with the lame ropedancer. but he had no reason to repent this; gitta had enough to do to lead him by the chain and answer the questions of the people, while kuni nursed her charge with rare fidelity, mended the clothing of the father, mother, and child, as well or as badly as she could, and also helped gitta with the cooking. the sickly, obstinate little girl certainly did not deserve the name of a "sweet" child, yet kuni devoted herself to it with warm, almost passionate affection.
the vagabond couple did not fail to notice this, and, on the whole, it pleased them. if cyriax was vexed when little juli began to show plainly enough that she preferred her nurse even to him, he submitted because the lame girl watched the child through severe attacks of convulsions and fever as if it were her own, and willingly sacrificed her night's rest for its sake. true, he often talked loudly enough in kuni's presence of the witch potion which the lame girl mixed in the porridge of his child, who loved him better than anything in the world, to estrange it from him and win it to herself.
kuni paid little heed to these offensive words; she knew that she had gained the child's love by very different means from the "black art." with far more reason, she dimly felt, the sick child might have been reproached for exerting a secret spell upon her. her name, "julie," which she owed to her patron saint, kuni supposed was the same as "juliane." besides, the daughter of the vagabond with the mutilated tongue was born a few days after the death of little fraulein peutinger, and this circumstance, when kuni knew it, seemed significant. soon after meeting the vagrant pair she had listened to a conversation between two travelling scholars, and learned some strange things. one believed that the old sages were right when they taught that the soul of a dead person continued its existence in other living creatures; for instance, the great pythagoras had known positively, and proved that his own had dwelt, in former ages, in the breast of the hero palamedes.
the ropedancer remembered this statement, questioned other bacchantes about these things, and heard the doctrine of the transmigration of the soul confirmed. hence, during many a solitary ride, while the cart rolled slowly along, she pondered over the thought that juliane's soul had lived again in foolish julie. how? why? she did not rack her brains on those points. what had been a fancy, slowly became a fixed belief in the mind thus constantly dwelling upon one idea. at last she imagined that whatever she did for cyriax's child benefited the soul of the little augsburg girl, whose life had been shortened by her wicked prayer on the rope.
yet she had not bought the indulgence in vain. but for that, she believed that juliane's soul would still be burning in the flames of purgatory. the indulgence of the "inquisitor" tetzel had proved its power, and rescued her from the fire. to demonstrate this fact she devised many a proof. for instance, one day the idea entered her mind that foolish juli's brain was so weak because juliane, during her brief existence, had used more of hers than was fair.
at first this had been a mere fancy; but, true to her nature, she reverted to it again and again, while in the cart which she alone shared with the child, until it had matured to an immovable conviction. during her changeful, wandering life, she had had no fixed religious principles. but, since the notion had entered her mind that lienhard would reward her for her love by giving her a share, even though a very small one, of his heart, she had clung tenaciously to it, in spite of all rebuffs and the offensive indifference with which he had treated her. on her sick bed and during her convalescence, she had dwelt upon the fear that her sinful prayer had killed the little wearer of the laurel wreath, until she could say to herself that events had proved it. with the same firmness she now held to the belief that she had found the right idea concerning little juli's soul.
with the passionate desire to atone to the patrician's daughter for the wrong which she had inflicted upon her, she clasped the vagabond's child to her heart with the love of the most faithful mother, and her affectionate care seemed to benefit herself as well as the ailing little one. juli was as devoted to her kuni as a faithful dog. the kindness which the lame ropedancer showed to the fragile child was lavishly returned to her by a thousand proofs of the warmest attachment.
so kuni had found one heart which kept its whole treasure of love for her alone, one creature who could not do without her, one fragile human plant to which she could be useful and helpful day and night.
under the care of a faithful nurse little juli gradually grew stronger, both physically and mentally. the little girl's wan cheeks began to be rosy, the convulsions and fever attacked her less frequently. besides the faint "baba," she learned to babble "duni," (instead of kuni) and afterward "mother," and many other words. at last she talked nearly as well as other children of her age. all this afforded the lame girl a wealth of sweet joys wholly new to her, which afforded her heart such warmth and solace that, in spite of the cough which tormented her during many an hour of the day and night, she felt happier during her homeward journey with the fierce blasphemer cyriax, from whom she expected the worst things, than in the brilliant days of her fame as an artist. doubtless, as they approached germany, she often wondered what lienhard would think of her, if he should meet her amid such surroundings, as the companion of so worthless a couple; but the terror that overpowered her was transformed into pleasant satisfaction at the thought that he would approve, nay, praise her conduct, when she could show him the child, and tell him what she had done for it.
this state of affairs had continued until two months before. then, at schaffhausen, her darling had suddenly been attacked with violent convulsions, and the feeble intellect, which her love had so toilsomely and faithfully waked from its slumber, only too soon attained eternal peace. in all kuni's sorrowful life she had scarcely experienced any grief so bitter. when she closed the little eyes which had gazed into her pale face so often and so tenderly, it seemed as if the sun, moon, and stars had lost their light, and henceforth she was condemned to live in dreary gloom.
what terrible days had followed the child's death! cyriax raved as if he had really been seized with the lunacy whose pretence helped him to beg his bread. besides, he gave himself up to unbridled indulgence in brandy, and, when drunk, he was capable of the most brutal acts. the dead juli's mother, who, spite of an evil youth and a lenient conscience, was by no means one of the worst of women, had to endure the harshest treatment from her profligate companion.
the blow which had fallen upon him filled him with savage rage, and he longed to inflict some pain upon all who came in his way that they, too, might feel what it was to suffer.
the death of his "sweet little juli" appeared to have hardened the last tender spot in his brutal soul.
kuni was the only person toward whom at first he imposed some restraint upon himself. true, without any consideration for the girl's presence, he sometimes asked gitta why they still burdened themselves with the useless hobbler and did not sell the cart and the donkey. but though there was no lack of good offers for the excellent spanish beast of burden, he allowed matters to remain as before. if the rage seething in his heart led him, in his drunken frenzy, to make kuni feel its effects, too, the pleading glance of the blue eyes, still large and expressive, with which she had so often hushed the wailing child, sufficed to soothe him.
yesterday, for the first time, he had seriously threatened to drive the ropedancer away, and she knew that cyriax was capable of anything. true, his wife was attached to kuni, but she had little influence over her vicious husband. so the sick cripple might only too easily find herself left on the highway.
still, she had given cyriax cause for the threat. all day and during the night she had been busy with the unfortunate mother and her twins, and therefore had frequently neglected to fill his brandy bottle. but this could not be helped, and she was not accustomed to think of the future. whatever her heart urged she did, no matter what might happen. if cyriax left her in the lurch, she must beg or starve unless chance, which so often mingled in her existence, willed otherwise.
with the child's life the modest happiness which kuni had enjoyed during the last few months had vanished, not only because the tongueless blasphemer had become a different person, and she sorely missed the delicate little creature who had filled and cheered her heart, but she had also lost the peace of mind which she enjoyed during the existence of her charge.
the young augsburg maiden, whom she thought she had bought out of the flames of purgatory, did not appear to her again, but the vagrant's child came all the more frequently, and whenever she showed herself she wailed and wept bitterly. sweet little juli's soul must now—whether it had been juliane's or not—endure the tortures of purgatory, and this pierced kuni's heart the more deeply the more affectionately she remembered the sickly-child.
ever since she had used a black plaster, given to her at singen by a quack, the stump of her foot had become sore again, and sharp pain tortured her so cruelly that, especially when the cough racked her emaciated body and she was jolted to and fro in the springless cart over stony roads, she was afraid that she should lose her reason.
at pforzheim a barber had examined the wound and, shaking his head, pronounced the black plaster a malignant blood poisoner, and when she refused to have the leg amputated, applied a yellow one, which proved no better. when cyriax counted up his receipts in the evening, called to red-haired gitta his favourite maxim, "fools never die," and handed to her—kuni—the larger brandy bottle to fill, she had often summoned up her courage and begged him to buy an indulgence for his sweet little juli. the result was certain—she knew it from her own experience.
shortly after the child's death he had thrust his hand into his purse more than once at such an appeal and given money for a few candles, but it had not been possible to persuade him to purchase the paper.
this refusal was by no means due to mere parsimony. kuni knew what induced him to maintain his resistance so obstinately, for in her presence he had told pock-marked ratz that he would not take the indulgence gratis. wherever he might be, his family ought to go, and he did not wish to be anywhere that he would not find juli.
he did not doubt the continued life of the soul after death, but precisely because he was sure that the gates of paradise would remain closed to him throughout eternity he would not help to open them for the dead child. when his imagination tortured him with fancies that mice and beetles were leaping and running out of his pockets and the breast of his doublet, he thought that his end was drawing near. if the devil then had power over his soul, his imps might drag him wherever they pleased, if only he might see little juli there and hear her call "baba" and "father." it would lessen the tortures of hell, however severe they might be. was it possible for him to conceive of any greater folly than to rob himself of this consolation by transporting the child, through the indulgence, to the kingdom of heaven, where he could never see her again. he had accumulated a goodly sum by begging, it is true, but, strangely enough, he did not think of purchasing salvation for himself in order to meet his child again in heaven, instead of amid the flames of purgatory. though he had become as rich as the fuggers, paradise, he knew, would still be closed to him. he was not fit for it.
he hated everybody who was rich and respectable. he would rather be with his child in the mire of hell than to go with her to a magnificent garden of paradise where swearing was forbidden, where there was no brandy and no highroad, and which offered only pleasures which were none to him.
so kuni was forced to see the child remain in the fires of purgatory, which hurt her little less than her aching limb.
at her entrance into the blue pike pain and mental suffering had driven her to the verge of despair. but the day which began so sorrowfully was followed by an evening of delight—she owed to it her new meeting with lienhard.
from childhood she had been homeless, and every quarter of the globe to which a highroad led was her native land. yet in spain and during the journey back she had felt a gnawing longing for germany, nay, nothing had troubled her more than the thought of dying and being buried outside of its frontier. her mother, a native of the rhine country, had given her birth during the fair at cologne on the spree; but, whenever homesickness assailed her, it was always the steeples of st. sebald and st. ulrich which beckoned to her, and she had longed for the frank country, the main, or the richly wooded banks of the pegnitz. was this because, in nuremberg, for the only time in her life, she had been a member of a decorous household, or had the love which, wherever cyriax's cart and donkey carried her, always drew her heart back to the same ancient city, made it so dear to her?
probably the latter, for yesterday she had yearned ardently to reach nuremberg; but since she had seen lienhard again, she rejoiced that she was in miltenberg and at the blue pike.
never had he seemed to her so handsome, so manly. besides, he had spoken to her, listened to her reply, and even given her money with lavish generosity. it was like him! no one else would have been capable of it.
she could live a long time on his three gold florins, if cyriax abandoned her; yet the unexpected wealth burned in her hand and perplexed her. did lienhard no longer know that she would not accept money from him? had she robbed herself of the certainty that beautified existence; had she failed to show him her superiority to other vagrant girls? yet no! what he gave her was more, far more, than even a prince bestowed upon an ordinary mendicant. he must measure her by a special standard. if he had only given her the gold with a kind word, not flung it silently into her lap. this half destroyed her pleasure in the present, and the ample supply of money clouded her already disturbed peace of mind still more. had it been possible, she would have returned the gift as she did the alms at augsburg. but how was this to be accomplished in the over-crowded inn?
yet, if she kept the florins, the sacrifice at the convent would lose a large portion of its value, and the good opinion which her act at augsburg must have inspired might be shadowed.
for some time before leaving the room in the tavern she had turned the coins restlessly over and over under her kerchief, and meanwhile, as if in a dream, made but evasive answers to the questions and demands of cyriax and gitta.
then she glided nearer to the gentlemen at the table, intending to return lienhard's gift; but the landlord of the pike followed her suspiciously, and drove her back to her companions.
thence she had been called to the sick woman and went out of doors. she found the mother of the twins in the meadow by the main and eagerly devoted herself to them.
the widow's burning head and gasping breath were no favourable symptoms. she herself felt that her end was approaching. her tongue was parched. the water in the jug was warm and flat, yet she longed for a cool drink. during the day kuni had noticed a well in the kitchen garden, and, in spite of her aching foot, hastened to it at once to draw the cool water. while doing so, the red and white pinks which she had noticed at noon again caught her eye in the starlight night. the sick woman could enjoy their fragrance now, and to-morrow, feast her eyes upon their bright colours.
from childhood she had always been fond of flowers. stealing was prohibited by her father as wicked and dangerous, and she had never transgressed his commands. when she picked up the costly rosary in nuremberg, she had intended to return it to the owner. but to pluck the flowers and fruit which the lord caused to grow and ripen for every one was a different thing, and had never troubled her conscience. so she carelessly gathered a few pinks. three should go to the sick woman, but lienhard groland would have the largest and finest. she would try to slip the flowers into his hand, with the money, as a token of her gratitude. but even while saying to herself that these blossoms should be her last greeting to him, she felt the red spots burning more hotly on her cheeks. ah, if only he would accept the pinks! then the most cruel things might happen, she could bear them.
while kneeling before the bed, the waiter, dietel, noticed her. as she saw him also, she hurried back to the suffering mother as fast as her lame limb would carry her, and raised the jug of fresh water to her parched lips.
this had been a delicious refreshment to the sick woman, and when kuni saw how much comfort her little service afforded the invalid, her heart grew lighter. had it been possible she, who was of no importance to any one, would willingly have lain down on the heap of straw in the place of the mother upon whom two young lives depended.
how delightful it was to bring aid! and she possessed the means of being helpful.
so, with sparkling eyes, she pressed the three gold coins into the sufferer's burning hand, and told her that the village authorities would rear the twins for such a sum. then the parched lips of the fevered woman lauded the merciful kindness bestowed by the lame ropedancer—who at that moment seemed to her as powerful as a queen—so warmly and tenderly that kuni felt the blood again mount into her cheeks—this time with shame at the praise which she deserved so little, yet which rendered her so happy. finally, the sufferer expressed a desire for a priest, that she might not pass from earth without a sacrament. her sins oppressed her sorely. she, and she alone, was to blame for nickel's being hanged. never in all her life had she been a glutton; but before the birth of the twins the devil had tormented her with a strange longing for roast fowl, which she had been unable to repress and keep to herself. solely for her gratification, nickel stole the goose and the hens. in spite of many a bad business in which his reckless nature had involved him, he was a good fellow, with a loving heart.
for her sake he would have tried to steal the ring from the executioner's finger. now he had gone into the other world unshriven, with the rope about his neck, for though the benefit of the sacrament was usually granted even to the worst criminals, the peasants strung nickel up to the nearest tree as soon as they caught him, without heeding his entreaties. this made death even harder for her than the thought of the poor little creatures yonder in the bundle of rags. kuni's charity had provided for the orphans, but her nickel would find no mercy from the heavenly judge throughout eternity.
she had sobbed aloud as she spoke, and then writhed in such violent convulsions that kuni with difficulty prevented her from throwing herself out of the hot straw in the cart upon the damp meadow.
when she grew somewhat calmer, she repeated nickel's name again and again till it was heartrending to hear her.
