I had been familiar with that village life, but now for as much as a year I had been out of it, and was busy learning a trade. I was more curiously than pleasantly situated. I have spoken of Castle Rosenfeld; I have also mentioned a precipiceⒶalteration in the MS which overlooked the river. Well, along this precipice stretched the towered and battlemented mass of a similar castle—prodigious, vine-clad,Ⓐalteration in the MS stately and beautiful, but mouldering to ruin. The great line that had possessed it and made it their chief home during four or five centuries was extinct, and no scion of it had lived in it now for a hundred years. It was a stanchⒶalteration in the MS old pile, and the greater part of it was still habitable. Inside, the ravages of time and neglect were less evident than they wereⒶalteration in the MS outside. As a rule the spacious chambers and the vast corridors, ballroomsⒶalteration in the MS, banqueting halls and rooms of state were bare and melancholy and cobwebbed, it is true, but the walls and floors were in tolerable condition, and they could have been lived in. In some of the rooms the decayed andⒶalteration in the MS ancient furniture still remained, but if the empty ones were pathetic to the view,Ⓐalteration in the MS these were sadder still.

This oldⒶalteration in the MS castle was not wholly destitute of life. By grace of the Prince over the river,Ⓐalteration in the MS who owned it, my master, with his little household, had for many years beenⒶalteration in the MS occupying a small portion of it, near the centre of the mass. The castle could have housed a thousand persons; consequently, as you may say, this handful was lost in it, likeⒶemendation a swallow's nest in a cliff.Ⓐalteration in the MS

My master was a printer. HisⒶalteration in the MS was a new art, being only thirty or forty years old, and almost unknown in Austria. Very few persons [begin page 230] in our secluded region had ever seen a printed page, few had any very clear idea about the art of printing, and perhaps still fewerⒶalteration in the MS had any curiosity concerning it or felt any interest in it. Yet we had to conduct our business with some degree of privacy, on account of the Church. The Church was opposed to the cheapening of books and the indiscriminate dissemination of knowledge. Our villagers did not trouble themselves aboutⒶalteration in the MS our work, and had no commerce in it; we published nothing there, and printed nothing that they could have read, they being ignorant of abstruse sciencesⒶalteration in the MS and the dead languages.

We were a mixed family. My master, Heinrich Stein,Ⓐalteration in the MS was portly, and of a grave and dignified carriage, with a large and benevolent face and calmⒶalteration in the MS deep eyes—a patient man whose temper could stand much before it broke. His head was bald, with a valance of silky white hair hangingⒶalteration in the MS around it, his face was clean shaven, his raiment was good and fine, but not rich. He was a scholar, and a dreamer or a thinker, and loved learning and study, and would have submerged his mindⒶalteration in the MS all the days and nights in his books and been pleasantly and peacefully unconscious of his surroundings, if God had been willing. His complexion was younger than his hair; he was four or five years short ofⒶalteration in the MS sixty.Ⓐalteration in the MS

A large part of his surroundings consisted of his wife. She was well along in life, and was long and lean and flat-breasted, and had an active andⒶalteration in the MS vicious tongue and a diligent and devilish spirit, and more religion than was good for her, considering the quality of it. She hungered for money, and believed there was a treasure hid in the black deeps of the castle somewhere; and between fretting and sweating about that and trying to bring sinners nearer to God when any fell in her way she was able to fill up her time and save her life from getting uninteresting and her soul from getting mouldy. There was old tradition for the treasure, and the word ofⒶalteration in the MS BalthasarⒶemendation Hoffman thereto. He had come from a long way off, and had brought a great reputation with him, which he concealed in our family the best he could, for he had no more ambition to be burnt by the Church than another. He lived with us on light salary and board, and worked the constellations for the treasure. He had an [begin page 231] easy berth and was not likely to lose his job if the constellations held out, for it was Frau Stein that hired him; and her faith in him, as in all things she had at heart, was of the staying kind. Inside the walls, where was safety, he clothed himself as Egyptians and magicians should, and moved stately, robed in black velvet starred and mooned and cometed and sun'dⒶalteration in the MS with the symbols of his trade done in silver, and on his head a conical tower with like symbols glinting from it. When he at intervals went outside he left his business suit behind, with good discretion, and went dressed like anybody else and looking the Christian with such cunning art that St. Peter would have let him in quite as a matter of course, and probably asked him to take something. Very naturally we were all afraid of him—abjectly so, I suppose I may say—though Ernest Wasserman professed that he wasn't. Not that he did it publicly; no, he didn't; for, with all his talk, Ernest Wasserman had a judgment in choosing the right placeⒶalteration in the MS for it that never forsook him. He wasn't even afraid of ghosts, if you let him tell it; and not only that but didn't believe in them. That is to say, he said he didn't believe in them. The truth is, he would say any foolish thing that he thought would make him conspicuous.

To return to Frau Stein. This masterly devil was the master's second wife, and before that she had been the widow Vogel. She had brought into the family a young thing by her first marriage, and this girl was now seventeen and a blister, so to speak; for she wasⒶalteration in the MS a second edition of her mother—just plain galley-proof, neither revised nor corrected, full of turned letters, wrong fonts, outs and doubles, as we say in the printing-shop—in a word, pi, if you want to put it remorselessly strong and yet not strain the facts. Yet ifⒶalteration in the MS it ever would be fair to strain facts it would be fair in her case, for she was not loath to strain them herself when so minded. Moses Haas said that whenever she took up an en-quad fact, just watch her and you would see her try to cram it in where there wasn't breathing-room for a 4-m space; and she'd do it, too, if she had to take the sheep-foot to it. Isn't it neat! Doesn't it describe it to a dot? Well, he could say such things, Moses couldⒶalteration in the MS—as malicious a devil as we had on the place, but as bright as a lightning-bug and as sudden, when [begin page 232] he was in the humor. He had a talent for getting himself hated, and always had it out at usury. That daughter kept the name she was born to—Maria Vogel; it was her mother's preference and her own. Both were proud of it,Ⓐalteration in the MS without any reason, except reasons which they invented, themselves, from time to time, as a market offered. Some of the Vogels may have been distinguished, by not gettingⒶalteration in the MS hanged, Moses thought, but no one attached much importance to what the mother and daughter claimed for them. Maria had plenty of energy and vivacity and tongue, and was shapely enough but not pretty, barring her eyes, which had all kinds of fire in them, according to the mood of the moment—opal-fire, fox-fire, hell-fireⒶalteration in the MS, and the rest.Ⓐalteration in the MS She hadn't any fear, broadly speaking. Perhaps she had none at all, except for Satan, and ghosts, and witches and the priest and the magician, and a sort of fear of God in the dark, and of the lightning when she had been blaspheming and hadn't time to get in aves Ⓐemendation enough to square up and cash-in.Ⓐalteration in the MS She despised Marget Regen,Ⓐemendation Ⓐalteration in the MS the master's niece, along with Marget's mother, Frau RegenⒶemendation, who was the master's sister and a dependent and bedridden widow. She loved Gustav Fischer, the big and blonde and handsome and good-hearted journeyman, and detestedⒶemendation the rest of the tribe impartially, I think. Gustav did not reciprocate.

Marget RegenⒶalteration in the MS was Maria's age—seventeen. She was litheⒶalteration in the MS and graceful and trim-built as a fish, and she was a blue-eyed blonde, and soft and sweet and innocent andⒶalteration in the MS shrinking and winningⒶalteration in the MS and gentle and beautiful; just a vision for the eyes, worshipful, adorable, enchanting; but that wasn't the hive for her. She was a kitten in a menagerie.

She was a second edition of what her mother had been at her age; but struck from the standing forms and needing no revising, as one says in the printing-shop.Ⓐalteration in the MS That poor meek mother!Ⓐalteration in the MS yonder she had lain, partially paralysed, ever since her brother my master had brought her eagerlyⒶalteration in the MS there a dear and lovely young widow with her little child fifteen years before; the pair had been welcome, and had forgotten their poverty and poor-relation estate andⒶalteration in the MS been happy during three whole years. Then came the new wife with her five-year brat, and a change began. The new wife was never able to [begin page 233] root out the master's love for his sister, nor to drive sister and child from under the roof, but she accomplished the rest: as soon as she had gotten her lord properly trained to harness, she shortened his visits to his sister and made them infrequent. But she made up for this by going frequently herself and roasting the widow, as the saying is.Ⓐalteration in the MS

Next was old Katrina. She was cook and housekeeper; her forbears had served the master's people and none else for three or four generations; she was sixty, and had served the master all his life, from the time when she was a little girl and he was a swaddled baby. She was erect, straight, six feet high, with the port and stride of a soldierⒶemendation; she was independent and masterful, and her fears were limited to the supernatural. She believed she could whip anybody on the place, and would have considered an invitation a favor. As far as her allegiance stretchedⒶemendation, she paid it with affection and reverence, but it did not extend beyond “her family”—the master, his sister, and Marget. She regarded Frau Vogel and MariaⒶalteration in the MS as aliens and intruders, and was frank about saying so.

She had under her two strapping young wenches—Sara and Duffles (a nickname), and a manservant, Jacob, and a porter, Fritz.Ⓐalteration in the MS

Next, we have the printing force.

Adam Binks, sixty years old, learnèd bachelor, proof-reader, poor, disappointed, surly.

Hans KatzenyammerⒶemendation Ⓐtextual note, 36, printer, huge, strong, freckled, red-headed, rough. When drunk, quarrelsome. Drunk when opportunity offered.

Moses Haas, 28, printer; a looker-out for himself; liable to say acid things about people and to people; take him all around, not a pleasant character.

Barty Langbein, 15; cripple; general-utility lad; sunny spirit; affectionate; could play the fiddle.

Ernest Wasserman, 17, apprentice; braggart, malicious, hateful, coward, liar, cruel, underhanded, treacherous. He and Moses had a sort of half fondness for each other, which was natural, they having one or more traits in common, down among the lower grades of traits.

Gustav Fischer, 27, printer; large,Ⓐalteration in the MS well built, shapely and muscular; quiet, brave, kindly, a good disposition, just and fair; a slow temper to ignite, but a reliable burner when well going. He was about as much out of place as was Marget. He was the best man of them all, and deserved to be in better company.

Last of all comes August Feldner, 16Ⓐalteration in the MS, 'prentice. This is myself.Ⓐtextual note