This is what her master had taught her: Train your body to fear and
obey the spirit. What you grant the body beyond its necessity makes you
its slave. Never be the one seduced. Seduce others, and your way will
always be your own to see. Be a secret to others or you grow vulgar to
yourself. Give yourself wholly only to your work. Passions of sense
lay waste the heart. What one man truly receives of another is never
the fullness of the hour or the soul, but lees and dregs that are
fructified late and unconsciously.
She had been only twelve, when, persuaded by jugglers and answering
the call of her fate, she had left her home in a remote little
Franconian town. She was very far from her master then. But the way was
pre-determined.
She never lost herself. She glided over difficulties and degradations
as the chamois does over boulders and abysses. Whoever saw her amid the
strolling jugglers held her to be the kidnapped child of distinguished
parents. She was, as a matter of fact, the daughter of an obscure
musician named Daniel Nothafft and of a servant girl. A dreamy feeling
of pity and admiration united her to her father; her mother she had
never known, and so discarded her ill-sounding name.
She was accustomed to pass the night in tents and barns. In towns by
the sea she had often slept in the shelter of cliffs wrapped in a
blanket. She knew the nocturnal sky with its clouds and stars. She had
slept on straw amid the animals too, near asses and dogs, and on the
rickety, over-burdened cart had ridden on the roadways through rain and
snow. It was a romantic life that recalled another age.
She had had to sew her own costumes and to go through her daily and
difficult exercises under the whip of the chief of the jugglers. But
she learned the language of the country, and secretly bought at fairs
in cities the books of the poets who had used it. Secretly she read,
sometimes from pages torn out of the volumes and thus more easily
concealed, Béranger, Musset, Victor Hugo, and Verlaine.
She walked the tight rope which, without any protective net below, was
slung from gable to gable across the market-places of villages, and she
walked as securely as on the ground. Or she acted as the partner of a
dancing she-bear or with five poodles who turned somersaults. She was a
trapeze artist too, and her greatest trick was to leap from one horse
in full gallop to another. When she did that the hurdy-gurdy stopped
its music so that the spectators might realize what a remarkable thing
they were seeing. She carried the collection plate along the rope, and
her glance persuaded many a one to dip into his pocket who had meant to
slink away.
It was in villages and little towns lying along the Rhône that she
first became aware among the spectators of a man who dragged himself
about with difficulty on two crutches. He followed the troupe from
place to place, and since his whole attention was fixed on Eva, it was
evident that he did so for her sake.
It was after two years of this wandering life that in Lyons she was
seized with typhoid fever. Her companions sent her to a hospital. They
could not wait, but the chief juggler was to return after a period and
fetch her. When he did return she was just beginning to convalesce.
Suddenly by her bed-side she also saw the man with the crutches. He
took the juggler aside and one could see that they were talking about
money. From the pressure of her old master’s hand Eva knew that she saw
him for the last time.