Of all the inmates, Gottlieb had slept most with the day on his eyelids,
for Werner hung like a nightmare over him. Margarita lay and dreamed in
rose-colour, and if she thrilled on her pillowed silken couch like a
tense-strung harp, and fretted drowsily in little leaps and starts, it
was that a bird lay in her bosom, panting and singing through the night,
and that he was not to be stilled, but would musically utter the sweetest
secret thoughts of a love-bewitched maiden. Farina's devotion she knew
his tenderness she divined: his courage she had that day witnessed. The
young girl no sooner felt that she could love worthily, than she loved
with her whole strength. Muffed and remote came the hunting-song under
her pillow, and awoke dreamy delicate curves in her fair face, as it
thinned but did not banish her dream. Aunt Lisbeth also heard the song,
and burst out of her bed to see that the door and window were secured
against the wanton Kaiser. Despite her trials, she had taken her spell
of sleep; but being possessed of some mystic maiden belief that in cases
of apprehended peril from man, bed was a rock of refuge and fortified
defence, she crept back there, and allowed the sun to rise without her.
Gottlieb's voice could not awaken her to the household duties she loved
to perform with such a doleful visage. She heard him open his window,
and parley in angry tones with the musicians below.
'Decoys!' muttered Aunt Lisbeth; 'be thou alive to them, Gottlieb!'
He went downstairs and opened the street door, whereupon the scolding and
railing commenced anew.
'Thou hast given them vantage, Gottlieb, brother mine,' she complained;
'and the good heavens only can say what may result from such
indiscreetness.'
A silence, combustible with shuffling of feet in the passage and on the
stairs, dinned horrors into Aunt Lisbeth's head.
'It was just that sound in the left wing of Hollenbogenblitz,' she said:
'only then it was night and not morning. Ursula preserve me!'
'Why, Lisbeth! Lisbeth!' cried Gottlieb from below. 'Come down! 'tis
full five o' the morning. Here's company; and what are we to do without
the woman?'
'Ah, Gottlieb! that is like men! They do not consider how different it
is for us!' which mysterious sentence being uttered to herself alone,
enjoyed a meaning it would elsewhere have been denied.
Aunt Lisbeth dressed, and met Margarita descending. They exchanged the
good-morning of young maiden and old.
'Go thou first,' said Aunt Lisbeth.
Margarita gaily tripped ahead.
'Girl!' cried Aunt Lisbeth, 'what's that thing in thy back hair?'
'I have borrowed Lieschen's arrow, aunt. Mine has had an accident.'
'Lieschen's arrow! An accident! Now I will see to that after breakfast,
Margarita.'
'Tra-ra, ta-ta, tra-ra, tra-ra,' sang Margarita.
'The wild boar lay a-grunting,
A-grunting, tra-ra.'
'A maiden's true and proper ornament! Look at mine, child! I have worn
it fifty years. May I deserve to wear it till I am called! O Margarita!
trifle not with that symbol.'
'"O birdie, and boar, and deer, lie tame!"