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  Hepicturedherintrouble,indangerfromthesavagesoldierythatcameandwentlikeevilshadowsthroughthesepleasantSaxonvalleys,leavingdeathandmiserybehindthem:burnthomesteads;wild—eyedwomen,hidingtheirfacesfromthelight。Wouldhenotforhersakegivehislife?

  SoitwasmadecleartohimthatlittleElsawashislove。

  Untilnextmorning,when,raisinghiseyesfromthewhirlingsaw,therestoodbeforehimMargot,laughing。Margot,mischief—loving,wayward,thatwouldeverbetohimthebabyhehadplayedwith,nursed,andcomforted。Margotweary!Hadhenotathousandtimescarriedhersleepinginhisarms。Margotindanger!Atthemerethoughthisfaceflushedanangryscarlet。

  AllthatafternoonUlrichcommunedwithhimself,triedtounderstandhimself,andcouldnot。ForElsaandMargotandHedwigwerenottheonlyonesbyalongway。Whatgirlinthevillagedidhenotlove,ifitcametothat:Liesel,whoworkedsohardandlivedsopoorly,bulliedbyhercross—grainedgranddam。Susanna,plainandalittlecrotchety,whohadneverhadasweethearttocoaxthethinlipsintosmiles。Thelittleones—forsotheyseemedtolong,lankyUlrich,withtheirpleasantways—Ulrichsmiledashethoughtofthem—howshouldamanloveonemorethananother?

  TheHerrPfarrershookhisheadandsighed。

  \"Thatisnotlove。GottinHimmel!thinkwhatitwouldleadto?ThegoodGodneverwouldhavearrangedthingsso。Youloveone;sheistheonlywomanintheworldforyou。\"

  \"Butyou,yourself,HerrPastor,youhavetwicebeenmarried,\"

  suggestedthepuzzledwheelwright。

  \"Butoneatatime,Ulrich—oneatatime。Thatisaverydifferentthing。\"

  Whyshoulditnotcometohim,aloneamongmen?Surelyitwasabeautifulthing,thislove;athingworthyofaman,withoutwhichamanwasbutauselessdevoureroffood,cumberingtheearth。

  SoUlrichpondered,pausingfromhisworkonedrowsysummer\'safternoon,listeningtothelowsongofthewaters。HowwellheknewthewindingMuhlde\'smerryvoice。Hehadworkedbesideit,playedbesideitallhislife。Oftenhewouldsitandtalktoitastoanoldfriend,readinganswersinitschangingtones。

  Trudchen,seeinghimidle,pushedhercoldnoseintohishand。

  Trudchenjustnowwasfeelingcleverandimportant。WasshenotthemotherofthefivemostwonderfulpuppiesinallSaxony?Theyswarmedabouthislegs,pressinghimwiththeirlittlefoolishheads。Ulrichstoopedandpickeduponeineachbighand。Butthiscausingjealousyandheartburning,laughing,helaydownuponalog。Thenthewholefivestormedoverhim,bitinghishair,tramplingwiththeirclumsypawsuponhisface;tillsuddenlytheyracedoffinabodytoattackafloatingfeather。Ulrichsatupandwatchedthem,thelittlerogues,thelittlefoolish,helplessthings,thatcalledforsomuchcare。A

  motherthrushtwitteredabovehishead。Ulrichroseandcreepingontiptoe,peepedintothenest。Butthemotherbird,castingoneglancetowardshim,wentonwithherwork。WhoeverwasafraidofUlrichthewheelwright!Thetinymurmuringinsectsbuzzedtoandfroabouthisfeet。Anoldman,passingtohiseveningrest,gavehim\"good—day。\"

  Azephyrwhisperedsomethingtotheleaves,atwhichtheylaughed,thenpasseduponhisway。Hereandthereashadowcreptoutfromitshiding—place。

  \"IfonlyIcouldmarrythewholevillage!\"laughedUlrichtohimself。

  Butthat,ofcourse,isnonsense!

  Thespringthatfollowedletloosethedogsofwaragainupontheblood—stainedland,fornowallGermany,taughtlatebycommonsufferingforgetfulnessoflocalrivalries,wasrushingtogetherinamightywavethatwouldsweepFrenchfeetforeverfromtheirholdonGermansoil。Ulrich,forwhomtheloveofwomanseemednot,wouldatleastbetheloverofhiscountry。He,too,wouldmarchamongthosebravesternheartsthat,stealinglikeathousandrivuletsfromeveryGermanvalley,wereflowingnorthandwesttojointhePrussianeagles。

  ButevenloveofcountryseemeddeniedtoUlrichofthedreamyeyes。

  Hiswheelwright\'sbusinesshadcalledhimtoatownfaroff。Hehadbeenwalkingalltheday。Towardsevening,passingtheoutskirtsofawood,afeeblecryforhelp,soundingfromtheshadows,felluponhisear。Ulrichpaused,andagainfromthesombrewoodcreptthatwearycryofpain。Ulrichranandcameatlasttowhere,amongthewildflowersandthegrass,laypronefivehumanfigures。TwoofthemwereoftheGermanLandwehr,theotherthreeFrenchmeninthehateduniformofNapoleon\'sfamousscouts。Ithadbeensomeunimportant\"affairofoutposts,\"oneofthosecommonincidentsofwarfarethatareneverrecorded—neverrememberedsavehereandtherebysomesadfaceunnoticedinthecrowd。Fourofthemenweredead;one,aFrenchmanwasstillalive,thoughbleedingcopiouslyfromadeepwoundinthechestthatwithahandfulofdankgrasshewastryingtostaunch。

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