Goldmund kne oo rest and spend t in one of to    until tomorroaed to it. It did not    taste on ter day; it smelled strongly of , aness of it, its great expas merciless    f and sooto .

        il    tired. My riding days are over, . Otle snoa fused e sileretco t    poor, anguis?    bitterly sorry for    of enderly as ed under a bare, lonely ased marsiff-legged, ood up, forced o a brisk pace; t of to be drot across t ao     a question of tions, no matter e aiful; it ion of keeping alive, of reac for t in time, of getting table en or a fox, and not giving out too soon, in tant.

        ant ing knife in    and slipped off ts stable; stubbornly it ed,    actual fear, but very tense and curious,    beating faster. For a sed a t s t;If I killed t; But ery eyes and to laugo murder to    of stone. ed enderly patted s    neck; it reized ely.

        "; he asked.

        "to you," laugeet;Youve run a good distance. I t stay; Im only o give yards and t;

        &quards from w;

        "From Lady Lydia. ell, you certainly gave us a nasty day, Master Goldmund, I o get a not kno Ive been gone, and    could e my neck. ;

        ook it.

        "I say,    o s t you mig;

        "Bread? I mig." s and pulled out a piece of black bread. ted to ride off again.

        "; asked Goldmund. "Didnt stle letter?"

        "Not. torm at told me to give you t to get bao;

        "All rig, just a moment more! Say,    let me ing knife? Ive only a small one. —it ter if I ;

        But    . o Master Goldmund. But    part    for money, nor a s even if Saint Genevieve in person asked . to get a move on, and    everything.

        ter range pain in . t calfs-leat ogetted undervest of tly Lydia     into tuto t. tten message. ood in ts in ook off    and slipped into tted vest; it felt pleasantly , , and tinued    ime o rest; ired. But    feel like going to t ing and being asked questions.    t in tinued on    m, in frost and so long marcs    ers; for many days loneliness and melanc.

        t in a village, ures aed , t o e and o do finally, except        time nessed a birtonis t any rate t remarkable to    of torcared    curiosity into truck by someted: torted face tle different from t of loves ecstasy. true, t pain    and disfiguring timate passion—but essentially it    different, it ly grinning tra, tiniraculously,    uanding    pain and joy could resemble eacher so closely.

        A anoted    village. ter to to tioning of ayed a sed nig    time in many ation and disappoi illed. to a neor, w and half like a highway robber.

        Viktreeted in, claiming to be a traveling student, alt udent years. ed beard and treated Goldmund ain iness and    quickly he younger man.

        to Goldmunds questions, ;By my destitute soul, I ed enougo Cologne and to Paris, aation at Leyden. Siard t I am, ions, my dear soul tortured by immeasurable . Viktor, t terror, tea to young rig sausages out of y belly. My goal is t co avoid tion of dedig myself to tiresome profession of arc is better, my dear young colleague, to live from o mouter all, a roasted    better tomacs t I lend erday ted as fatried to misuse me in order to save tarved , you, my dear colleague,    ing acquaintance. In saecula sae, amen."

        Goldmund ill unfamiliar in of t a bit scared of tly rascal a t t did please    o tiing or trutably stroo fear. But before tinuing tor ed to speak a bit of Latin to t, and installed s.    folloiund    of a farmor    from    to , cted uck o every stable and kitc seem o leave before eacoll and a tribute. old ts about taly and sang, beside ttle of Pavia. is and loose teeto to knoo uffed    above t full to bursting s, and dried pears ts ed to en,    and ion, speak broken Latin and play t moment impress tale or learalk cable dra urer ter struggle for a meager, dangerous existence. So t became of people    one day?

        t m, as t time Goldmund aste of oget to learn from Viktor. Applying everyto ti, and a source of food—inct or. y of ation by almost invisible signs, even in er; at nigo i every nook and y in forest or field as a potential resting or sleeping place; to sense instantly, upoering a room, ty or misery of tedness, or y, or fear—tricks ive t    like to approac of vie, altricks, ality upon . Lanky Viktor laug;ell sure, little Goldmund, you may not o, youre so young and pretty, you look so i, your face is a good reendation. t    a fly. But look tle brots older, ts    and before you kno you are an ugly, un, and instead of yout aring out of your eyes. At t point youve got to be    to    t I dont t youll be running around for too long anyoo delicate and your curls too pretty, youll crao    cloister or some beautifully ed ing room. And your clotaken for a squire."

        Still laug;    of old of ay at ts    ing Latin. Viktor ed to knoer, and Goldmund, omed to lying, told tle about ts t quarrel. Viktoldmund an inparable fool for    tle and to t situation o be remedied, o t. t tle; of coldmund could not be seen t    to o e a little letter to Lydia, saying t, and or, ake it to tle and, by t e back    a little somet, money and loot. And so on. Goldmund refused and finally became violent;     to    tter, nor did ell Viktor t or to tle.

        or sa; ;dont bite your teet! Im merely telling you t youre letting a good catot very nid brot you dont    to, youre a nobleman, youll return to your castle on a ing s all rigs oes off."

        Goldmund remained grumpy and silent until evening, but si day, efully let Viktor pick a place for t, let rees at t and make a bed e bread and cors full pockets. Goldmu asried to be polite and    for t. to take turns keeping c took over t vigil ime Goldmund stood quietly    a fir trunk in order not to keep t cold and began to pace.    greater and greater distances, saips of firs jut so t tly aer nig beat lonely in tly bad listeo t a le, or cloister ile ars, among tt, steady trees.

        No, , or, even if    of o learn Viktors . Per of ected, terious beauty and eeriness; again and again o listen to tbeat sounded anguising. Fears     o be moving.

        After a long time Viktor a like ; ;your turn to orro;

        Goldmund obeyed; ret tremely tired but did not fall asleep. s kept s, a feeling    admit to rust t o do    o    old ter and brazen beggar, about Lydia. unity to get rid of him.

        After an or bent over s and seams; Goldmund froze    move, ;Go a;

        and squeezed. Goldmund fougried to get up, but Viktor pressed . Goldmund could ly    free    to slip one , pull out ing knife, and rangling    times into t , Vikto; t deeply, o sit up; limp and soft, o a op of ly sigo sit up. In t    to ouced t fell back,    like a bag. Blood spilled from    and neck; from    in delirious, weakening sighs.

        "No Goldmund. Again and again    it, as    over t;Dear Mot; he heard himself say.

        Suddenly    bear to stay a moment longer.    across t s    as he could.

        t    for anot, aimless and anguis of ance.

        Lost in ted, sno ser,    a pat food and almost    sleep, o a bottomless despair. ; several times exion overcame    t o fall asleep, to die in t again and again somet. Desperately, greedily ed and intoxicated in t of bitter    by trengt to die, by trous force of to live. it-blue iny, dried-up berries off ttle, bitter stuff, togetaste ingly s . Breato iff    on top of t. Avidly : not , no trace of a    t going to feed on    as long as trengt in    up and resumed ion and ultimate effort. Stras took ions , noor, o deato ;ell, my s e , or tear off ail, or ed to steal my gold piece, you old guzzler! But little Goldmout ickled you in till uffed pig!" ed triump    ered, tupid braggart!

        But after a urned aor. iful little Julie, as s    nigless endearments to ried to seduake o o make goo ride up to     moment before tle breasts, he blond kinky hair under her arms.

        trotting tiff, stumbling legs, drunk riump o live, o o ions, insights, and ironies.

        "Are you scared, Narcissus," o ;are you sieted friend, ts on every feands beree. Building ories and c keep deat; deat you er under your y dles at tar, say your evening prayers and your m prayers, gatory, collect books in your libraries. Are you fasting, dear friend? Are you depriving yourself of sleep? rip you to t as you , deaty in t your boay t to escape, t    to stay    and belly, our poor little scraps of brains under our skulls! It all s to bee free, it all s to go to tting in trees, ts."

        all sense of dire;    knorees; falling,    trong in    pulled .    time, it tle village in an a feood about alked, yet    ook pity. Let o table.

        It    long before . table, sleep, and ts milk to drink revived    rengt all ret events ime or, ter nigruggle on ts lost and cold and    .    fotten it; alt    , it    also precious, somet unfettable, an experience, a taste on tongue, a ring around t. Is, ter deat. For days    of t, of t days in fear of deato deatiro emotion of all, tra, kno feeling tiful, terrifying force, tenacity of life inside one during t desperate struggle. It ec remaic, as did tures and expressions of ecstasy t so mucures and expressions of birt nig or ly and quickly ! O deat, ruck deat mortal fear, asy o be lived t seemed to alk about it    h no one else.

        came to raable, .    it during terrible, umbling marc about it for a long time.     to t lost. Money meant little to s value. But tant to     from Lydia t        or, soaked in Viktors blood. And t Viktor; or because of it. If t, t gly niger muc it,    woman.

        "e," o ;I , and nos no lo;

        "Oiced?" s    delig    e of his weakness.

        " a strange boy you are," senderly. "So intelligent and refined, a so stupid. Does one run around t? Ora;

        "You did? ?"

        "Find it," s e a        face, and ried o situde. Soon o o move on, but s day turning milder t. And so it ime , tness. he spring winds groan.
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