as soon as the sufferer's condition would permit, kuni left her, went to the window of the taproom in the blue pike, and surveyed its inmates.

most of them were already asleep on heaps of straw, which were raised at the head by chairs turned upside down. the richer guests had gone to the bedrooms, which, however, they were obliged to share with several others. some of the strollers were lying on the floor with their knapsacks under their heads. a few of the musicians were still lingering over the wine which the travelling merchants and artisans had ordered for them. others had gone with some of the vagrants into the little wood beyond the meadow, where they danced, fiddled, and sang.

their loud shouts were borne by the cool night breeze to the sufferer in the cart. the gentlemen from cologne, without troubling themselves about the boisterous merriment of the burghers or the transformation of the room into a sleeping apartment, were still sitting at the table talking together eagerly.

the dealer in the indulgences, too, had not yet gone to rest. a tall, broad-shouldered sergeant belonging to the escort had just purchased—for the larger part of the zecchins won as his share of the booty in the italian war—the indulgence which he thought would secure him from the tortures of the fire of purgatory. before opening the door, he struck his broad breast as though relieved of a heavy burden.

the ropedancer looked after him thoughtfully. the paper had now lightened the sergeant's heart as it had formerly done her own. would she not have been wiser to give her money for the redemption of nickel's lost soul than for the orphans, whom the charity of the people would perhaps have succoured without her? probably, too, it would have afforded still greater consolation to the poor dying woman, whom nothing troubled so sorely as her guilt for the doom of her unfortunate husband.

yet, even thus she had succeeded in making the dying mother's departure easier, and what she had commenced she intended to complete at once.

with a tender smile that lent strange beauty to her pallid, grief-worn face she continued her survey.

she had previously noticed an old priest, whose countenance bore the impress of genuine kindness of heart. she soon found him again among the travellers sleeping on the straw; but the old man's slumber was so sound that she felt reluctant to wake him. among the dominicans from cologne, most of whom were also asleep, there were none she would have trusted, nay, she even thought that one was the very person who, shortly before her fall from the rope, had pursued her with persistent importunity. but the abbot of st. aegidius in nuremberg, who had dined with the ambassadors from his native city, was also a man of benevolent, winning expression. his cheeks were flushed, either by the heat or the wine which he had drunk, but there was a look of attractive kindness upon his well-formed features. when he went through the room a short time before, kuni had seen him pass his hand caressingly over the fair hair of the pretty little son of a potter's wife from reren on the rhine, whose cart was standing outside in the meadow by the main. he was scarcely of the same mind as the gentleman from cologne, for he had just waved his plump hand in protest.

perhaps she might even do him a favour by summoning him. but dared she, a poor vagabond, disturb so distinguished a gentleman at his wine?

yet there was danger in delay. so she resolved to ask the assistance of the landlady of the pike, coughed with her handkerchief pressed over her lips, in order not to disturb the sleepers, and turned to leave the room.

but gitta had just been to see the sick mother, and told cyriax that kuni, silly, softhearted thing, had wasted her gold coins on the dying woman.

the blasphemer flew into a great rage, muttered a few words to pock-marked ratz, and then staggered toward their lame travelling companion to bar her passage across the threshold, and ask, in angry, guttural tones, how much of the groland gold she had flung into the dying woman's grave.

"is it any business of yours?" was the reply, uttered with difficulty amid her coughing.

"mine, mine—is it any business of mine?" gasped the tongueless man. then he raised his heavy fist threateningly and stammered jeeringly: "not—not a red heller more nor less than my cart—in the name of all the fiends—than my cart is of yours. four heller pounds, ratz, and the donkey and cart are yours."

"done!" cried the vagrant, who already had his money ready; but the tongueless blasphemer chuckled with malicious pleasure:

"now you have it, fool! whoever doesn't share with me—you know that—doesn't ride with me."

then he staggered back to gitta.

the girl watched him silently for a while. at last she passed her hand quickly across her brow, as if to dispel some unpleasant thought, and shook her burning head, half sadly, half disapprovingly.

she had done a good deed—and this, this—but she had not performed it for the sake of reward, she had only desired to aid the sufferer.

straightening herself proudly, she limped toward the kitchen.

here, frequently interrupted by fits of coughing, she told the landlady of the pike in touching words that the sick mother, whom she had so kindly strengthened with nice broth, desired the sacrament, as her life would soon be over. the lord abbot of st. aegidius in nuremberg was still sitting over his wine.

she went no further. the landlady, who, while kuni was talking, had wiped her pretty flushed face with her apron, pulled the rolled up white linen sleeves farther down over her plump arms, and gazed with mingled surprise and approval into the girl's emaciated face, interrupted her with the promise to do what she could for the poor woman.

"if it were any one else," she continued, significantly, "i would not venture to try it. but the abbot of st. aegidius, in his charity, scarcely asks, when help is needed, whence did you come, who are you, or what do you possess? i know him. wait here a little while. if he condescends to do it, you can take him to the poor creature at once."

while speaking she smoothed, with two swift motions of her hands, the brown hair which had become a little disordered while bustling to and fro to attend to the business, dipped her hands into the water pail, dried them quickly on her apron, untied it, and tossed it to the maid. then she cleared her throat vigorously and left the kitchen.

in reply to the anxious question of her husband, whom she met on the threshold of the room, as to what she was seeking there, she answered firmly, "what is right and pious"; then modestly whispered her request to the abbot.

her wish was fulfilled without delay, nay, it might really have been supposed that the interruption was very opportune to the distinguished prelate; for, with the brief exclamation, "imperative official duty!" he rose from the table, and went first with the landlady to kuni and afterward with the latter to the cart beside the laden potter's wain, whose white tilt gleamed in the darkness.

the landlady had undertaken to send to the sexton, whose house was near, that he might immediately obtain everything the abbot needed for the dying woman's viaticum.

kuni told the sufferer what an exalted servant of the church was ready to receive her confession and give her the sacrament.

then she whispered that she might mention nickel's burdened soul to the abbot. whatever happened, she could now depart from earth in peace.

reserving for herself half of the flowers she had gathered in the garden she glided away, in order not to disturb the dying woman's confession.