Kohlhaas, who was exulting over the power which was thus afforded him to wound the heel of his enemy mortally at the very moment when it was treading him in the dust, made answer, “Not for the world, grandam, not for the world!” He pressed the old woman’s hand warmly and only asked to know what sort of answers to the tremendous questions were contained in the paper.  Taking on her lap the youngest child, who had crouched at her feet, the woman said, “Not for the world, Kohlhaas the horse-dealer, but for this pretty, fair-haired little lad!” and with that she laughed softly at the child, petted and kissed him while he stared at her in wide-eyed surprise, and with her withered hands gave him an apple which she had in her pocket.  Kohlhaas answered, in some confusion, that the children themselves, when they were grown, would approve his conduct, and that he could do nothing of greater benefit to them and their grandchildren than to keep the paper.  He asked, furthermore, who would insure him against a new deception after the experience he had been through, and whether, in the end, he would not be making a vain sacrifice of the paper to the Elector, as had lately happened in the case of the band of troops which he had collected in Luetzen.  “If I’ve once caught a man breaking his word,” said he, “I never exchange another with him; and nothing but your command, positive and unequivocal, shall separate me, good grandam, from this paper through which I have been granted satisfaction in such a wonderful fashion for all I have suffered.”

The woman set the child down on the floor again and said that in many respects he was right, and that he could do or leave undone what he wished; and with that she took up her crutches again and started to go.  Kohlhaas repeated his question regarding the contents of the wonderful paper; she answered hastily that, of course, he could open it, although it would be pure curiosity on his part.  He wished to find out about a thousand other things yet, before she left him—­who she really was, how she came by the knowledge resident within her, why she had refused to give the magic paper to the Elector for whom it had been written after all, and among so many thousand people had handed it precisely to him, Kohlhaas, who had never consulted her art.

Now it happened that, just at that moment, a noise was heard, caused by several police officials who were mounting the stairway, so that the woman, seized with sudden apprehension at being found by them in these quarters, exclaimed, “Good-by for the present, Kohlhaas, good-by for the present.  When we meet again you shall not lack information concerning all these things.”  With that she turned toward the door, crying, “Farewell, children, farewell!” Then she kissed the little folks one after the other, and went off.