t day Goldmund could n o go to    ty. s go to market. ered around tain at t and cc of tly gave in to deated it ion. y for tupid and iive?    see tened eyes and ails, te battle, transformation from mysterious, miraculously beautiful animals—t last s ran across t—into flattened, miserable slabs of meat for tables of tiotoucer could express all ty, and suffering, all tense anguisatue of a saint angibility—tant, in a ed, laugo eacold jokes, screamed over t fine, izens, isfied s oo often been one of t en baked fise    being    sooner or later, as t    plump illusions, all isfa and self-importance, and idle peaind fell ao solitude and brooding, made emplate suffering ay of all uaking, as ared into t otimes a sudden joy blossomed from t infatuation, to sing a beautiful song, to dra, and    o ime, too, it omorroer, t    least it il turing floive, piglike, staring-but-not-seeing e    sucs t Viktor alo    curiosity and deep anguisabbed bet lying on pine boug or. en ely,    , decades or just years, until bones lost to th?

        As cplace, feeling pity for t for t and a bitter red against t of Viktor. Per case,    all rotted off, ill    ors life, ories, tastic playfulness of s? as t alive of tence,    been ordinary, otray memories ill a Viktor in tige of    o everyone and everyt soon ed and    y a fe,    for Master Niklaus—ill alive of t of poor lanky Viktors boastful silte. If somebody old    ters lice from t    a faded flohing.

        In ts Goldmund suddenly    lasted only an instant, a lig smile t iful and gruesome. S birt flo rustling autumn leaves, at art, at decay.

        Everyto tones of t o tered bones of tor o steal ers proud cool young daugh.

        tning flaserious mot tio tremble deep in Goldmunds soul, t of life, of pain, of longing agitated . No, no,     tiated    to ce-summer moutal smile trembled like !

        Goldmund    to ters    oil o was in.

        "May I say a feo you, Master, ? Im starving for a moutrut to say someto you t I migo say rig speak to a and. Im not speaking to ts from great cities and cloisters, ants and a riciful o ter side ty, t beautiful statue I knoo bee like o me t goal oatue, my statue of St. Jos not made as perfectly as your madonna; but t t be atues, no idea t demands execution. Or rate image of a saint t Ill o make some day, but not just yet. In order to be able to make it, I must see and experience muake it in ten years, or later, or never. But until ter, I dont    to isan, lacquering statues and carving pulpits and leading an artisans life in t    to earn money and bee like otisans. I dont    t. I    to live and roam, to feel summer and er, experieaste its beauty and its    to suffer , and to rid and purge myself of all I o make sometiful and deeply moving as your madonna—but I dont    to bee like you and lead your kind of life."

        ter urned and looked at Goldmund. ern, but not angry.

        "You ; ;and I ened. Dont    expeg you to e to o be done. I dont sider you an assistant; you need freedom. Id like to discuss a fe noime, you may spend your ly t I uand you and alk about your future; I il tient! I knooo ant to one; I knoiness. It passes, believe me."

        Goldmu, dissatisfied. ter meant     along ter    deep; its bed    fis do o ter. er very mucer attracted , one could look treaming, crystal-ter aom, see a vague golden glitter ig sparkle, bits of a broken plate per sickle, or a smoot stone or a polisile, or it mig turbot or redeye turning around do catt t fins of its scales and belly—one could never make out    tingly beautiful, entig, brief vague glints of droreasure in t black ground. All true mysteries, it seemed to    like terious er; all true images of tour or s, a beautiful distant possibility t    as sometant in tained,    blissful promise, so ting profile of a person, seen imes promise sometely beautiful, sometern    at niging giant spinning s create a s seemed as full of is and stories as tly dreams uff, a not tained all tal ties.

        eyes ared into ting river, satom, kings croions in Greek and Latiers.    alked about it    been, o be able to see o speak elligent voice, wo gold pieces.

        iful, ter, tions, all tions—so inexpressibly beautiful and delig opposite of ty an artist mige? ty of tinguiss    form and sisted of not mystery. te of te precision of . Note as to tion of an incraced tatue; ive, nothing vague.

        Goldmund and     t o     did not please    all, o e of a certain undeniable beauty. orksal ; ing because t and did not fulfill it. t essential tery. t ruly great    ery.

        Goldmund tinued : It is mystery I love and pursue. Several times I    beginning to take sist, I o capture and express it. Some day, pero. t birtery does not sist of t detail, of a particular voluptuousness or sparseness, coarseness or delicacy, po sists of a fusion of test trasts of t ot ot    togetenderness and cruelty, life aru. If I only imagis, it    matter about ake and fet about    t an idea of mine; I did not t o me one er nigo    over t s en lose it; for long periods it remaie; but suddenly it flas did today. t of all, ransformed itself into t in the cherry.

        As    situation became clear to o make a decision. It    as o ter. Once more ant road: to ake so all? Per    o o travel toion, a golden sery. At any rate, o folloo ar.

        And no ips; everyt iful t it    for    to follo, but only tio perfect ty of er Niklaus    led to fame aation, to money and a settled life, and to a drying up and do    led to making pretty, precious toys, all kinds of orars and pulpits, St. Sebastians and cute, curly angels    fuilders a piece. O t tterflys ely more beautiful, alive, and precious t.

        A boy came singing doimes errupted by a bite into a big piece of    crumb iny balls .    railing and to ter, sae ball sink into t until it disappeared into one of tisfa er ball go under and disappear. t    to see one of c;My Lady of Sausages and ; itle o tg o give tle nouriso slip in s a outdoors, ened e st of fruit blossomed in the spring.

        But to be ions. As Kat to    of retake tual signal, imes ood ing in t es: sep back, reappear promptly at t, and, roke tle and press o ed of    seemed infinitely stupid and ugly to provoke ten experie in it, to receive to feel urdy breasts press against tle as t. Suddenly    rait of soul-less    in erious in ure froze in mid-air; till in love ill desire oo often. All too often    a prompting from .    ill been all rigerday oday. till standing t urned a, determined o go back t someone else stroke ts! Let someone else eat t, y stuffed and squandered day in, day out! idious t burgiful fisten ingly like t burgo a    of bread tasted more delicious t, tracks peered at attentively in ty, among tablis so little, even love. . Suddenly    on it. Life    its meaning; it er    iful, it    . Jo it ed.    up in a violent en deeply tortured and intoxicated ed, every desire quickly exed; not bones and dust. But oernal mot, forever young, ant: a giant figure ars in    on ter floer life, o ttomless void.

        Duriy in a drunken depression of bidding fareced piece of life fade aook great pains to provide for ure and tried to make less guest settle doers diploma and ceived a plan to tie Goldmund to    as a subordinate, but as an associate, e all important orders and s mig least because of Lisbet even t assistant Niklaus o could not atue like Goldmunds St. Joive force, and     to see o tsmans be easy to    o take the risk.

        ter ed. tid present iful neance by t Lisbeting somet si noon. And Lisbet opposed to it. If to settle doer of , sion. tacles on er Niklaus and    did not fully succeed in taming t.

        Everyt izingly before trap for to er sent foldmund, o dinner. Again    in tiful, somes to master and daugil finally ter left t fort plan and made his offer.

        "I tood me," ;and I need not tell you t probably no young mao master as rapidly,    even serving tices. Your fortune is made, Goldmund."

        Goldmund looked at er    ill ed t Niklaus le because of t loafing, and t ay ant. And no sad and strained, sitting across table from t find a ready answer.

        ters face greed ed immediately y. ood up and said: "ell, my proposal es uedly. Pero t it. It does offend me a little t it s I    joy. But never mind, take your time and t over."

        "Master," Goldmund said, fig;dont be angry    for yoodience aug ed I am to you. But I need no time to t over, I ;

        "Decided ;

        "I ed your invitation and before I    going to remain ;

        Niklaus turned pale and looked at him darkly.

        "Master," begged Goldmund, "I do not . I must leave, I must travel, I must be free. Let me t us bid eac;

        o tears. Niklaus did not take urned er, eps ec.

        Suddenly ter stopped, made a dreadful effort to trol    Goldmund, teet;All rig! But go at once! Do not force me ever to see you again! I dont    to do or say anyt I mig later. Go!"

        Once moldmund    er looked as to spit at it. Goldmund turned, noly out of tside    on    doairs, letting airs ered tyard, stood for a    t    ts castle and poor Lydia.

        At least it    least not    and city became transformed,    familiar take on    t o a strange    o him.

        Ba o prepare for ure. Not mu ure on t ed, a gentle madonna, and a ferifles t , a pair of dang se, a number of small clay figures s from er, of raded trong ing king stone in tyard.    to t dave ting of to    in exc tcick, and put in to stay behind.

        ty to erday,    telling ic souvenirs tae o move on, but t to be taken seriously. o no o t in t m.

        A up in to tc milk just as    to sneak out. It er of teen, a quiet sickly creature iful eyes    made ely pale but carefully dressed and bed, s milk and bread in tco see    of pity kissed ly, h closed eyes, she received his kiss.
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