It is unfortunate, as every one knows, when two horses hitched to the
same wagon fail to pull evenly together. But no one can suppose that it
is from malicious intention, and either horse might complain that it
was all the fault of the other, and that it was only from a surly
delight in obstinacy that he didn't put himself to the harness, and so
pull the wagon along. But with two persons it is quite different;
especially with those who have before pulled so well together as Peter
and Tobias. The latter had of course noticed Peter's imperiousness and
malignity; but he did not understand it, nor ask the reason for it, for
he really gave the matter very little thought. This was no time for
bickering and contentions as to which should outrank the other. Tobias
thought to himself, "Only wait till after the harvest; then we'll have
threshing-time." Peter likewise thought, "Only wait till the harvest is
over; then I'll draw my hand over the measure and level it off." Tobias
smilingly allowed Peter to give orders; he even scarcely looked up when
Peter countermanded those which he had himself given to the servants
and day-laborers. It is harvest-time; stormy weather would be injurious
now, but a storm between people working together would be still worse.
Tobias gave the servants to understand that he was glad to let the
little boy Peter sit in the saddle and manage the whip; for, thanks to
his care, the wagon would move on safely.
Matters continued in this way during the whole harvest-time. Peter and
Tobias stood opposite one another like two men that, with axes raised,
ready to strike each other, wait a moment to draw their breath. When
will the blow fall?
Landolin pretended to see or hear nothing that was taking place between
the head-servant and his son. He had not had a confidential talk with
Tobias since the evening after the trial. But Tobias was not concerned
about it. A man does not say to the forest behind his house, "It's
right for you to stay there and keep on growing;" and it was just as
easy to imagine the mountains moving away with the forest as to think
of Tobias leaving the farm, especially since he had helped, so cleverly
and well, to have his master acquitted.
But Tobias often looked at his master to see if he would not say a word
of reproof to Peter for his overbearing manner.
When Landolin could no longer avoid doing so, he said, shaking his
finger and winking confidentially: "Let him alone. A horse that pulls
so hard at first will soon let up."
But Peter did not let up. The principal part of the harvest was over.
They were about to take the grain that had been threshed out on rainy
days to market. This had been for many years Tobias's undisputed right,
but Peter now declared that he would do it alone.
"It's not necessary for me to answer you," replied Tobias. "You are not
the master. The farmer and I will show you who is master."
He called Landolin, and made his complaint to him. Landolin took a
grain of wheat out of a sack that had just been filled; bit it in two;
looked at the white meal, and nodded without giving a reply. But Tobias
pressed him for an answer, and demanded to know whether he was in the
farmer's service or in Peter's.
"Peter and I are now one and the same," said Landolin, at length,
swallowing the grain of wheat, the first that had ripened since spring.
He decided that it would be wisest to side with his son. Tobias could
do him no more harm, and one need not be better than all the rest of
the world; ingratitude is the world's wages. But still he did not want
to appear ungrateful; so he said, when he had swallowed the wheat, "Be
wise, Tobias."
"Wise? Who is master--you or Peter?"
"Peter," Landolin forced himself to say; and then turned away. It may
be that Tobias is treated unjustly; it may be. But Landolin must look
out for himself first. He thought he had burden enough of his own,
without bearing other people's.
He went up the steps and stood on the porch.
Peter was triumphant.
"Did you hear that? Now listen to something more. You may go to-day, or
to-morrow, or at this minute; the sooner you go, the better."
Tobias looked toward the stables, toward the barns, and toward
the mountains to see if they were not shaking. "So I'm sent
away--dismissed? I--by you?"
"Yes, yes, by the little boy you so willingly let play at being master,
just for fun. I've calculated what is still coming to you."
"What is coming to me? And what price have you set on what I have done
for you? For you, you acquitted man up there!--and for you, you----"
"If you want a witness fee, I'll give you four marks more," said Peter,
with a sneer. "We're not afraid of you. Go and say that you gave false
testimony, and see what you'll get by that. Father! don't speak--not a
word; he has to deal with me."
"Well, it serves me right: I might have known it would be so. The
stones that lay here then are now firmly bedded in the pavement; but,
Peter, mark my words: Stones will fly through the air at you, till you
are dead and buried. I am an innocent child in comparison with you. You
will suffer for this."
"Prophesy, if you like. You know from experience what a good prophet
you are. You understand what I mean."
Tobias groaned like a goaded bull; he pulled at his clothes; he
evidently wanted to rush upon Peter: but Peter stood still and lit a
fresh pipe. Tobias clenched his hands upon his breast, and, without
another word, went to his room.