[A Word Only A Word Complete by Georg Ebers]@TWC D-Link bookA Word Only A Word Complete CHAPTER X 6/11
The man is only...." He went no farther--a gurgling, piercing cry of pain escaped his lips, and pressing one hand to his breast, and the other to his brow, he sank on the snow beside the stump of a giant pine. A squire dashed from the forest--the archer, to whom this noble quarry had fallen a victim, appeared in the clearing, holding aloft the cross-bow from which he had sent the bolt.
His arrow was fixed in the doctor's breast; alas, the man had only sent the shaft, to save his fallen master from the hammer in the Jew's hand. Count Frohlinger rose, struggling for breath; his hand sought his hunting-knife, but in the fall it had slipped from its sheath and was lying in the snow. Adam supported his dying friend in his arms, Ruth ran weeping to the hut, and before the nobleman had fully collected his thoughts, the squire reached his side, and young Count Lips, riding a swift bay-horse, dashed from the forest, closely followed by three mounted huntsmen. When the attendants saw their master on foot, they too sprang from their saddles, Lips did the same, and an eager interchange of question and answer began among them. The nobleman scarcely noticed his son, but greeted with angry words the man who had shot the Jew.
Then, deeply excited, he hoarsely ordered his attendants to bind the smith, who made no resistance, but submitted to everything like a patient child. Lopez no longer needed his arms. The dumb wife sat on the stump, with her dying husband resting on her lap.
She had thrown her arms around the bleeding form, and the feet hung limply down, touching the snow. Ruth, sobbing bitterly, crouched on the ground by her mother's side, and old Rahel, who had entirely regained her self-control, pressed a cloth, wet with wine, on his forehead. The young count approached the dying Jew.
His father slowly followed, drew the boy to his side, and said in a low, sad tone: "I am sorry for the man; he saved my life." The wounded man opened his eyes, saw Count Frohlinger, his son and the fettered smith, felt his wife's tears on his brow, and heard Ruth's agonized weeping.
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