The Message of Grace.
High up on the lonely Ferner, near her stony father, once more sits the
outcast, solitary child of man--spell-bound, as it were, like a part of
the dizzy heights from which she looks down on the little world below,
in which no space could be found for the large and alien heart that had
matured in the wilderness among the glacier-storms. Men have hunted and
driven her forth, and that has been fulfilled that her dream foretold,
the mountain has adopted her as its child. She belongs to the mountain
now; stone and ice are her home--and yet she cannot turn to stone
herself, and the warm and hapless human heart is silently bleeding to
death up here between stone and ice.
Twice had the moon's disk waxed and waned since the day when Wally
sought this, her last refuge. No familiar face from amongst the
dwellers in the valley had she seen. Only once the priest had dragged
his old and frail body up the mountain to tell her that Joseph was
recovering; further, that news had come from Italy that shortly after
enlisting Vincenz had been shot, and had left to her the whole of his
possessions. Then she had folded her hands on her knees, and said
quietly, "It is well for him--it is soon over," as if she envied him.
"But what will you do with all this money?" the priest had asked her,
"who will manage your immense property? You must not let it all go to
ruin."
"Gold and goods plentiful as straw--and no help in them," said Wally,
"they cannot buy for me one short hour of happiness. When time has gone
by, and I can think of things again, I'll go down to Imst and make it
all sure that my property becomes Joseph's. For myself I'll keep only
enough to have a little house built further on, under the mountain, for
the winter--but now I must have peace, I can care for nothing now.
Manage things for me, your reverence, and see that the servants get
their due, and give the poor what they need; there shall be no poor on
the Sonnenplatte from this day forward."
Thus briefly had she settled her worldly affairs as though on the brink
of the next world: it remained to her only to await her hour--the hour
of deliverance. It seemed to her as if God had said by the mouth of the
priest, "Thou shalt not come to me, till I myself fetch thee." And now
she waited till He should fetch her--but how long, how terribly long
the time might be! She looked at her powerfully-built frame--it was not
planned for an early death, and yet death was her only hope. She knew
and understood that she must not end her days with violence, that her
atonement must be consecrated; but she thought--surely she might
_help_ the good God to set her free when it should please Him! And
so she did everything that might injure the strongest body. It was not
suicide to take only just enough nourishment to keep herself from
starving--fasting is ever a help to penitence--nor to expose herself
day and night to the storm and rain from which even the vulture took
shelter in a cleft of the rock, so that wet, frost, and privation began
gradually to undermine her healthy constitution. It was not self-murder
to climb the cliffs no mortal foot had trodden, it was only to give the
good God the opportunity to fling her down--if He would! And with a
sort of gloomy pleasure she watched her beautiful body waste away, she
felt her strength diminish, often she sank down with fatigue if she had
wandered far, and when she climbed, her knees trembled and her breath
grew short. Thus she sat one day weary on one of Murzoll's highest
peaks. Around her, piled one upon another, rose white pinnacles and
blocks of ice; it looked like a church-yard in winter where the
snow-covered grave-stones stand in rows side by side, no longer
veiled by clinging leaf or blossom. Immediately at her feet lay the
green-gleaming sea of ice with its frozen waves, that flowed onwards as
far as the pass leading over the mountain. Deepest silence as of the
tomb dwelt in this frozen, motionless upper world. The distance with
its endless perspective of mountains lay dreamily veiled in soft
noonday mists. On Similaun, close to the brown Riesenhorn, nestled a
small, bright cloud, that clung to it caressingly and was wafted up to
sink again, till at last, torn on the sharp edges of the frightful
precipices, it disappeared.
Wally lay supported on her elbow, and her eye mechanically followed the
drift of the tiny cloud. The mid-day sun burned above her head, the
vulture sat not far off, lazily pruning himself and spreading his
wings. Suddenly he became uneasy, turned his head as if listening,
stretched his neck, and flew croaking a short way higher up. Wally
raised herself a little to see what had startled the bird. There, over
the slippery, fissured glacier came a human form straight towards the
rock where Wally sat. She recognized the dark eyes, the short, black
beard, she saw the friendly glance and greeting, she heard the "Jodel"
that he sent up to her--as once years ago, when from the Sonnenplatte
she had seen him pass through the gorge with the stranger--she, an
innocent, hopeful child in those days, not yet cast out and cursed by
her father--not yet an incendiary--not yet a murderess. As a whole
landscape bursts from the darkness with all its heights and depths
revealed, under a flash of lightning--so the whole destined chain of
events passed before her soul, and shuddering, she recognized the depth
to which she was fallen.
What had she been then--and what was she now? And what did he seek who
had never sought her then, what did he seek now of her, the condemned
one--the dead-alive?
She gazed downwards in unspeakable terror. "Oh God! he is coming," she
cried aloud, and clung to the rock in mortal anguish as if it were the
hand of her stony father. "Joseph--stay below--not up here--for God's
sake not up here--go--turn back--I cannot, will not see thee--;" but
Joseph, who had mounted the rock at a quick run, was coming towards
her. Wally hid her face against the stone, stretching out her hands, as
if to defend herself against him. "Can one be alone nowhere in this
world?" she cried, trembling from head to foot. "Dost thou not hear?
Leave me. With me thou'st nought to do--I am dead--as good as dead am
I--can I not even die in peace?"
"Wally, Wally, art thou beside thyself?" cried Joseph, and he pulled
her from the rock with his powerful arms, as one might loosen some
close-growing moss. "Look at me, Wally--for God's sake--why will thou
not look at me? I am Joseph, Joseph whose life thou saved--that's not a
thing one does for those one cannot bear to look at."
He held her in his arms, she had fallen on one knee, she could not
move, she could not defend herself; she was no longer the Wally of
former days, she was weak and powerless. Like a victim beneath the
sacrificial knife, she bowed her head as if to meet the last stroke.
"Good Heavens, maiden! thou looks ready to die. Is this the haughty
Wallburga Stromminger? Wally, Wally--speak then--come to thyself. This
comes of living up here in the wilds where one might forget to speak
one's mother-tongue almost. Thou'rt quite fallen away; come, lean on me
and I'll lead thee down to thy hut. I'm no hero myself yet, but even so
I've somewhat more strength than thee. Come--one gets dizzy up here,
and I've much to say to thee, Wally--much to say."
Almost without will of her own, Wally let herself be led step by step,
as, without speaking, he guided her uncertain footsteps over the
glacier and down to her hut. There however they found the herdsman, and
pausing therefore, Joseph let the girl glide from his support on to a
meadow of mountain grass. She sat silent and resigned with folded
hands; it was God's will to send her this trial also, and she prayed
only that she might remain steadfast.
Joseph placed himself beside her, rested his chin on his hand, and
looked with glowing eyes into her grief-worn face.
"I have much to account for to thee, Wally," he said earnestly, "and I
should have come long ago if the doctor and the cure would have let me;
but they said it might cost me my life if I went up the mountain too
soon, and I thought that were a pity--for--now I first rightly value my
life, Wally--" he took her hand, "since thou'st saved it--for when I
heard that, I knew how it stood with thee--and just so it stands with
me, Wally!" He stroked her hand gently.
Wally snatched it from him in sheer terror; it almost took her breath
away.
"Joseph, I know now what thou would say! Thou think'st that because I
saved thy life, thou must love me out of gratitude and leave Afra in
the lurch after all. Joseph, that thou need not think, for so sure as
there is a God in Heaven--wretched am I and bad--but not so bad as to
take a reward I don't deserve, nor to let a heart be given me like
wages--a heart too that I must steal from another. Nay, that the
Vulture-maiden will not do--whatever else she may have done! Thank God,
there's still some wickedness even I am not capable of," she added
softly to herself. And collecting all her strength, she stood up and
would have gone to the hut where the herdsman sat whistling a tune. But
Joseph held her fast in both arms.
"Wally, hear me first," he said.
"Nay, Joseph!" she said with white lips, but proudly erect, "not
another word. I thank thee for thy good intention--but thou dostn't
know me yet."
"Wally, I tell thee thou must hear me for a moment--dost understand?
Thou _must_." He laid his hand on her shoulder and fixed his eyes on
her with an expression so imperious that she broke down and gave way.
"Speak then," she said as if exhausted, and seated herself, far from
him, on a stone.
"That is right--now I see thou can obey," he said, smiling
good-humouredly.
He stretched his finely-formed limbs on the grass, laid the jacket he
had thrown off under his elbow and supported himself on it; his warm
breath floated towards Wally as he spoke. She sat motionless with
downcast eyes; the internal struggle gradually brought the hot colour
to her face, but outwardly she was calm, almost indifferent.
"See, Wally,--I will tell thee exactly how it is," Joseph went on, "I
could never bear thee formerly, because I didn't know thee. I heard so
much of how wild and rough thou wert, and so I took a bad opinion of
thee and would never have to do with thee at all. That thou'rt a fine
and handsome maid I could see all the while--but I didn't want to see!
So I always kept out of thy way, till the quarrel happened between thee
and Afra--but that I could not let pass. For see, Wally--what is done
to Afra is done to me, and when Afra is hurt it cuts me to the heart,
for thou must know--well, it must come out, my mother in her grave will
forgive me--Afra is my sister."
Wally started back, and stared at him as if in a dream. He was silent
for a moment, and wiped his forehead with his linen sleeve. "It's not
right for me to talk about it," he continued, "but thou must know, and
thou'll let it go no further. My mother told me on her deathbed that
before ever she knew my father, she had a child out there in
Vintschgau, and I solemnly promised her that I would care for the lass
as a sister, and it's for that I fetched her from across the mountains
and brought her to the Lamb so that she might be near me. But we two
promised each other that we'd keep it secret and not bring shame on our
mother in her grave. Now dost thou understand how I couldn't let an
injury to my sister pass unpunished, and stood up for her when she was
wronged?"
Wally sat like a statue and struggled for breath. She felt as if the
mountains and the whole world were whirling round her. Now all was
clear--now too she understood what Afra had said by Joseph's bedside.
She held her head with both hands, as if she could not grasp the
meaning of it all. If it were indeed true, how gigantic was the wrong
she had done. It was not a heartless man who had scorned her for a
lowly maid-servant--it was a brother fulfilling his duty to a sister
that she would have killed--she would have bereft a poor orphan of her
last remaining stay for the sake of a blind movement of jealousy. "Good
God, if it had been so!" she said to herself. She felt giddy--she
buried her face in her hands, and a dull groan escaped her. Joseph, who
did not observe her agitation, went on.
"So it came to pass that up at the Lamb I swore before them all that I
would take down thy pride, and do to thee as thou'd done to Afra, and
so we hatched the plot among us, in spite of Afra who'd not have had it
done. And all went well; but when we wrestled with one another, and
when that dear and beautiful bosom lay upon my heart, and when I kissed
thee, it was as if my veins were filled with fire. I'd say no word to
thee, because I'd been thy enemy so long,--but from hour to hour the
fire grew, and in the night I clasped my pillow to me and thought that
it was thou, and when I woke, I cried out loud for thee and sprang out
of bed for the ferment and fever I was in."
"Stop, stop--thou'rt killing me," cried Wally, with cheeks and brow
aflame; but he went on passionately: "So I went out whilst it was still
night, and wandered up to the Sonnenplatte. I'll tell thee all,--I
meant to knock at thy window before break of day, and I was full of joy
to think how thou'd put out thy sleepy face, and how I'd hold thy head,
and make amends for all, and ask thy pardon a thousand, thousand times.
And then--then a shot whistled past my head, and directly after another
hit my shoulder, and as I stumbled some one sprang on me from behind
and hurled me down from the bridge. And I thought, now all is over with
love and everything else. But thou came, thou angel in maiden's form,
and took pity on me, and saved me, and cared for me--Oh, Wally!" He
threw himself at her feet, "Wally, I cannot thank thee as I ought--but
all the love of all the men in the world put together is not so great
as the love I have for thee."
Then Wally's strength gave way altogether--with a heart-rending cry she
thrust Joseph from her, and flung herself in wild despair face
downwards on the earth. "Oh, so happy as I might have been--and now all
is over--all, all!"
"Wally, for God's sake!--I believe thou'rt really mad! What is over? If
thee and me love each other, all is well!"
"Oh Joseph, Joseph, thou doesn't know--nothing can ever be between us
two; oh, thou doesn't know, I am outcast and condemned--thy wife I can
never be--trample on me, strike me dead--me it was that had thee flung
down yonder."
Joseph shrank back at the awful words--he was not yet sure that Wally
was not mad. He had sprung up, and was looking down at her in horror.
"Joseph," whispered Wally, and clasped his knees, "I've loved thee ever
since I've known thee, and it was because of thee that my father sent
me up to the Hochjoch, because of thee that I set fire to his house,
because of thee that for three years I wandered lonely in the wilds,
and was hungry and frozen and would have died sooner than be married to
another man. And out of pure jealousy I treated Afra as I did, because
I thought she was thy love and would take thee from me. And thou came
at last after long, long years that I had waited for thee, and thou
asked me to the dance like a bridegroom--and I believed it, my heart
was bursting for joy, and I let thee kiss me as a bride, but thou--thou
mocked me before everyone--mocked me!--for all the true love with which
I had longed for thee--for all the sore trouble that I had borne for
thee--then all at once everything was changed, and I bade Vincenz kill
thee."
Joseph covered his face with his hands. "That is horrible," he said in
an undertone.
"Then in the night I repented," Wally went on, "and I went out, and
would have hindered it--but it was too late. And now thou'st come to
tell me that thou loves me, and all would be well if I could stand
before thee with a clear conscience. And I have brought it all on
myself with my blind rage and wickedness. I thought no wrong could be
so great as that thou did to me, and it is all nothing to what I have
done to myself--but it serves me right--it serves me quite right."
There was a long silence. Wally had pressed her damp brow against
Joseph's knee, her whole body shook as in a death-agony. An agonizing
minute passed by. Then she felt a hand gently raise her face, and
Joseph's large eyes looked down on her with a wonderful expression.
"Thou poor Wally!" he said softly.
"Joseph, Joseph, thou mustn't be so good to me," cried Wally trembling,
"take thy gun and kill me dead--I'll hold still and never shrink, but
bless thee for the deed."
He raised her from the ground, he took her in his arms, he laid her
head on his breast and smoothed her disordered hair, then kissed her
passionately. "And STILL I love thee!" he cried in a voice like a
shout, so that the words rang back exultingly from the desert walls of
ice.
Wally stood there hardly conscious, motionless, almost sinking under
the flood of happiness that flowed over her. "Joseph, is it possible?
Can thou really forgive me--can the great God forgive me?" she
whispered breathlessly.
"Wally! He who could listen to thy words and look in thy wasted face,
and could yet be hard to thee--that man would have a stone in the place
of a heart. I'm a hard fellow, but I could not do that."
"Oh God!" said Wally, and the tears rushed to her eyes, "when I think
that I would have stilled _that_ heart for ever--!" She wrung her hands
in despair: "Oh thou good lad--the better and the dearer thou art to
me, so much the more terrible is my remorse. Oh, my peace is gone, for
ever gone, in earth and in Heaven. Thy servant will I be, not thy
wife--on thy door-step will I sleep, not at thy side--I'll serve thee,
and work for thee, and do all thy will before thou can speak the word.
And if thou strike me, I'll kiss thy hand, and if thou tread on me,
I'll clasp thy knee--and beg and pray till thou'rt good to me again.
And if thou grant me nought but the breath of thy lips, and a glance
and a word--still I'll be content--it'll still be more than I deserve."
"And dost think that I should be content?" said Joseph hotly, "dost
think a glance and a breath are enough for me? Dost think I'd suffer
that thou should lie on the doorstep, and me inside? Dost think I would
not open the door and fetch thee in? Dost think perhaps that thou would
stay outside, when I called to thee to come?"
Wally tried to free herself from his grasp; she hid her glowing face in
her clasped hands.
"Be at peace, sweet soul," Joseph went on in his deep, harmonious
voice, and drew her towards him. "Be at peace, and take that which our
Lord God sends thee--thou mayst, for thou hast atoned nobly. Torment
thyself no more with self-reproach, for I also have sinned heavily
towards thee, and provoked thee cruelly and rewarded thy long love and
faith with mockery and scorn. No wonder that thy patience gave way at
last--what else could one expect?--thou'rt only the Vulture Wally! But
thou's quickly repented thee, and despised death itself to bring me
from the depths where no man would have had the heart to go, and had me
carried to thy room, and laid upon thy bed, and thyself hast tended me,
till that foolish Afra came and drove thee away, because thou thought
she was my love. And thou wished to give us all thy property that I
might be able to marry Afra--as thou thought! And then came away to
the wilderness with thy heavy sorrow! Oh, thou poor soul, nought but
heart-ache hast thou had for my sake since thou's known me, and shall I
not love thee now and shall we know no happiness together? Nay, Wally,
and if the whole world were hard to thee--it's all one to me, I take
thee in my arms, and none shall do thee an injury."
"Is it really true that out of all my shame and misery thou'll take me
to thy heart, thy great and noble heart? Thou'll have no fear of the
wild Vulture-maiden that's done so many wicked things?"
"I fear the Vulture-maiden--I, Joseph the Bear-slayer? No, thou dear
child, and were thou still wilder than thou art, I fear thee not, I'll
conquer thee, that I told thee once before in hatred--I tell it thee
now in love. And even if I could not tame thee, if I knew that within a
fortnight thou'd murder me, I would not leave thee--I could not leave
thee. A hundred times have I climbed after a chamois when I knew that
each step might cost me my life--and yet would never leave it, and
thou--art thou not worth far, more to me than any chamois? See
Wally--for a single hour of thee as thou art to-day, to see thee look
at me and cling to me as now, will I gladly die." He pressed her to him
in a breathless embrace. "A fortnight hence thou'll be my wife, and
have no thought of killing me--I know it, for now I know thy heart."
Then Wally sprang up, and raised her arms towards heaven. "Oh, Thou
great and merciful God," she cried, "I will praise Thee and bless Thee
my whole life long, for it is more than earthly happiness that Thou
hast sent me--it is a message of Grace!"
It was now evening; a mild countenance looked down on them as in
friendly greeting; the full moon stood above the mountain. On the
valleys lay the shades of evening--it was too late now to descend the
mountain-side. They went into the hut, kindled a fire and sat down on
the hearth. It was an hour of sweet confidence after long years of
silence. On the roof sat the Vulture and dreamed that he was building
himself a nest, the rush of the night-wind round the hut was like the
sound of harps, and through the little window shone a star.
Next morning Wally and Joseph stood at the door of the hut ready to set
out homewards.
"Farewell, God keep thee, Father Murzoll," said Wally, and the first
gleam of morning showed a tear glittering in her eye, "I shall never
come back to thee more. My happiness lies down yonder now, but yet I
thank thee for giving me a home so long, when I was homeless. And thou,
old hut, thou'll be empty now, but when I sit with my dearest husband
down there in a warm room, I'll still think of thee, and how long
nights through I've shivered and wept beneath thy roof, and will always
be humble and thankful."
She turned and laid her hand on Joseph's arm. "Come, Joseph, that we
may be at the good priest's at Heiligkreuz before mid-day."
"Aye, come--I'm taking thee home, my beautiful bride! You see, you
phantom maidens, I've won her, and she belongs to me--in spite of you
and all bad spirits."
And he threw out a "Jodel" into the blue distance, that sounded like a
hymn of rejoicing on the day of resurrection.
"Be quiet," said Wally, laying her hand on his mouth in alarm, "thou
mustn't defy them." But then she smiled with a serene look. "Ah no,"
she said, "there's no more 'phantom maidens' and no more bad
spirits--there is only God."
She looked back once more. The snowy peaks of the Ferner glowed around
in the morning light. "Still it is beautiful up here," she said with
lingering footsteps.
"Art sorry to come down yonder with me?" asked Joseph.
"If thou wast to lead me into the deepest pit under the earth where no
gleam of day ever shone, still I'd go with thee and never question nor
complain," she said, and her voice sounded so wonderfully soft that
Joseph's eyes were moist.
There was a sudden rush down from the roof of the hut. "Oh, my
Hansl--I'd almost forgotten thee!" cried Wally. "And thou--?" she said
smiling at Joseph, "thou must make friends with him, for now you two
are brothers in fate. I fetched thee from the precipice as well as
him."
So they went down the mountain side. It was a modest wedding
procession, no splendour but the golden crown that the morning sunshine
wove around the bride's head--no follower but the vulture that circled
high in the air above them--but in their hearts was hardly-won,
deeply-felt, unspeakable joy.
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Up yonder on the giddy height of the Sonnenplatte where once "the wild
Highland maid looked dreaming down," where later on she let herself
into the depths of the gloomy abyss to rescue the beloved one, a simple
cross stands out against the blue sky. It was erected there by the
village community in memory of Wallburga the Vulture-maiden and Joseph
the Bear-hunter--the benefactors of the whole neighbourhood.
Wally and Joseph died early, but their name lives and will be praised
so long and so far as the Ache flows. The traveller who passes through
the gorge late in the evening when the bell rings for vespers and the
silver crescent of the moon stands above the mountains, may see an aged
couple kneeling up yonder. They are Afra and Benedict Klotz, who often
come down from Rofen to pray by this cross. Wally herself it was who
brought their hearts together, and to-day on the brink of the grave
they still bless her memory.
Below in the gorge, white, misty forms hover around the traveller and
remind him of the "phantom maidens." Down from the cross there is
wafted to him a lament as it were out of long-forgotten heroic legends,
a lament that the mighty as well as the feeble must fade and pass away.
Still this one thought may comfort him--the heroic may die, but it
cannot perish from off the earth. Under the splendid coat of mail
of the Nibelungen hero, beneath the coarse peasant frocks of a
Vulture-maiden and a Bear-hunter--still we meet with it again and
again.
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 1: Lamb.]
[Footnote 2: In most foreign countries the law provides that a certain
portion of a man's estate is inalienable from his natural heirs.]
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