“Chaplain, Chaplain!  Now what do you say?  When the old man rode forth so early this morning, and bid me farewell in so strange a wise, then—­ hear me, Margery—­he likewise spoke to me of a messenger from the East who rode into the city yestereve—­just as you say.  But it was not of Herdegen that he brought tidings, but of him—­of him—­of Gotz that he had sure knowledge.  And when the old man told me so much as that, for certain somewhat lay behind it.—­And now, Margery—­when I see you—­when I consider. . . .”  Here, as I cast a meaning glance at the Chaplain, on a sudden she shrieked with such a yell as pierced my bones and marrow; and or ever I saw her, her weak, lean hand had clutched my wrist, and she cried in a hoarse voice: 

“Then you, you have hid somewhat from me!  The look wherewith you warned the Chaplain, oh!  I marked it well.—­And you hesitate—­and now—­you—­ Margery—­Margery!  By Christ’s wounds I ask you, Margery.  What is it?—­ What of Gotz?  Has he.... out with it—­out with the truth....  Has he written?—­No.—­You shake your head....  Merciful Virgin!  He—­he—­Gotz is on his way Home wards.”  And she clapped her hands over her face.  I fell on my knees by her side, dragged first her left hand and then her right hand away from her eyes, covered them with kisses, and whispered to her:  “Yes, yes, Aunt, Mother, sweet, dear little mother!  Only wait—­You shall hear all.  Gotz is weary of wandering; he had not forgotten his father and mother, nor me, his little Red-riding-hood—­I know it, I am sure of it.  Patience! only a little patience and he will be here—­in Germany, in Franconia, in Nuremberg, in the forest, in the house, in this hall, here, here where I am kneeling, at your feet, in your arms!”

Then the deeply-moved dame, who had listened to me breathless, flung her hands high in the air as if she were seeking somewhat, and it was as though her eyes turned inside out; and I was seized with sudden terror, inasmuch as I deemed that she had drunk death out of the overfull cup of joy that my hand had put to her lips.  Howbeit, it was but a brief swoon which had come upon her, and as soon as she had come to herself again and I had told her the whole truth, little by little and with due caution, even that Gotz and I had found each other and both fervently and earnestly longed for her motherly blessing, she gave it me in rich abundance.

Now was it my part to make known to her that her returned son held fast to his oath; and I had already begun to tell her this when she waved her hands, and eagerly broke in:  “And do you think I ever looked that he, who is a Waldstromer and a Behaim both in one, should ever break a vow?  And of a truth he hath given me time enough to consider of it!—­But to-day, this very day, early in the morning I found the right way out of the matter, albeit it is as like a trick of woman’s craft as one egg is like another.—­You know that reckless oath.  It requires me never, never to bid Gotz home again; but yet,”—­and now her eyes began to sparkle brightly with gladness—­“what my oath does not forbid is that I should go forth to meet Gotz, and find him wheresoever he may be.”