The door and shutters of neighbor Ykens' are shattered." "A miracle!" cried old Rahel, raising her staff.

"The generation of vipers scent richer booty than iron at the silversmith's." Just at that moment the knocker sounded.

Adam started up, put on his coat of mail again, motioned to his journeymen and went to the door.
Rahel shrieked loudly: "To the cellar, Ruth.

Oh, God, oh, God, have mercy upon us! Quick--where's my shawl ?--They are attacking us!--Come, come! Oh, I am caught, I can go no farther!" Mortal terror had seized the old woman; she did not want to die.

To the girl death was welcome, and she did not stir.
Voices were now audible in the vestibule, but they sounded neither noisy nor threatening; yet Rahel shrieked in despair as a lansquenet, fully armed, entered the workshop with the armorer.
Hans Eitelfritz had come to look for Ulrich's father.