The Complete Short Works eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 358 pages of information about The Complete Short Works.

The Complete Short Works eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 358 pages of information about The Complete Short Works.

Her father shrugged his shoulders, and, turning his head, called after her: 

“Do as you please, but cut a piece from the brown woolen cloth, and bring it to the conjurer.”

The young girl disappeared in the house.  The tune which the boy drew from the monaulus again and again sounded monotonous, but the young people constantly grew more mirthful; higher and higher sprang the bounding feet.

The ribbons fluttered as if a storm had seized them; many a gay garment waved; and there was no end to the shouts and clapping of hands in time with the music.

When Mopsus, or any other lad, raised his voice unusually loud, or a young girl laughed in the overflowing joy of her heart, Lysander’s eyes sparkled like sunshine, and he often raised his hands and swayed merrily to and fro to the measure of the music.

“Your heart really dances with the young people,” said the conjurer.

“But it lacks feet,” replied Lysander, and then he told him about his fall, and the particulars of his sufferings, the danger in which he had been, the remedies used, and the final convalescence.  He did this with great pleasure, for it always relieved his mind when he was permitted to tell the story of his life to a sympathizing auditor, and few had listened more attentively than did the conjurer, partly from real interest, partly in anticipation of the cloth.

The little man frequently interrupted Lysander with intelligent questions, and did not lose patience when the speaker paused to wave his hand to the merry group.

“How they laugh and enjoy themselves!” the invalid again exclaimed.  “They are all young, and before I had this fall—­”

The sentence was not finished, for the notes of the monaulus suddenly ceased, the dancers stopped, and, instead of the music and laughter, Semestre’s voice was heard; but at the same time Xanthe, carrying a small piece of brown cloth over her arm, approached the sick man.  The latter at first looked at his daughter’s flushed face with some surprise, then again glanced toward the scene of the interrupted dance, for something was happening there which he could not fully approve, though it forced him to laugh aloud.

The young people, whose sport had been interrupted, had recovered from their fright and joined in a long chain.

Mopsus led the saucy band.

A maiden followed each youth, and the whole party were united, for each individual grasped the person in front with both hands.

Singing a rhythmical dancing-tune, with the upper portion of the body bent forward, and executing dainty steps with their feet, they circled faster and faster around the furious house-keeper.

The latter strove to catch first Chloris, then Dorippe, then some other maiden, but ere she succeeded the chain separated, joining again behind her ere she could turn.  Mopsus and his dark-haired sweetheart were again the leaders.  When the ring broke the youths and maidens quickly grasped each other again, and the chain of singing, laughing lads and lasses once more whirled around the old woman.

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