Then he shook his head and said, in a grieved voice: 

“No, there is none among ye that I know.  I am old and alone in the world.  They are dead and gone these many years that cared for me.  But sure, some of these aged ones I see about me can tell me some little word or two concerning them.”

Several bent and tottering men and women came nearer and answered his questions about each former friend as he mentioned the names.  This one they said had been dead ten years, that one twenty, another thirty.  Each succeeding blow struck heavier and heavier.  At last the sufferer said: 

“There is one more, but I have not the courage to—­O my lost Catharina!”

One of the old dames said: 

“Ah, I knew her well, poor soul.  A misfortune overtook her lover, and she died of sorrow nearly fifty years ago.  She lieth under the linden tree without the court.”

Conrad bowed his head and said: 

“Ah, why did I ever wake!  And so she died of grief for me, poor child.  So young, so sweet, so good!  She never wittingly did a hurtful thing in all the little summer of her life.  Her loving debt shall be repaid—­for I will die of grief for her.”

His head drooped upon his breast.  In the moment there was a wild burst of joyous laughter, a pair of round young arms were flung about Conrad’s neck and a sweet voice cried: 

“There, Conrad mine, thy kind words kill me—­the farce shall go no further!  Look up, and laugh with us—­’twas all a jest!”

And he did look up, and gazed, in a dazed wonderment —­for the disguises were stripped away, and the aged men and women were bright and young and gay again.  Catharina’s happy tongue ran on: 

“’Twas a marvelous jest, and bravely carried out.  They gave you a heavy sleeping-draught before you went to bed, and in the night they bore you to a ruined chamber where all had fallen to decay, and placed these rags of clothing by you.  And when your sleep was spent and you came forth, two strangers, well instructed in their parts, were here to meet you; and all we, your friends, in our disguises, were close at hand, to see and hear, you may be sure.  Ah, ’twas a gallant jest!  Come, now, and make thee ready for the pleasures of the day.  How real was thy misery for the moment, thou poor lad!  Look up and have thy laugh, now!”

He looked up, searched the merry faces about him in a dreamy way, then sighed and said: 

“I am aweary, good strangers, I pray you lead me to her grave.”

All the smile vanished away, every cheek blanched, Catharina sunk to the ground in a swoon.

All day the people went about the castle with troubled faces, and communed together in undertones.  A painful hush pervaded the place which had lately been so full of cheery life.  Each in his turn tried to arouse Conrad out of his hallucination and bring him to himself; but all the answer any got was a meek, bewildered stare, and then the words: