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The Hirsch-Gulden
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They went off, and Cuno conducted his old teacher to the drawbridge, and assisted him into the sedan. They stopped at the foot of the mountain, before the hut of Frau Feldheimerin, and found her waiting with a bundle full of glasses, dishes, and medicines.
But Cuno’s action was not looked at in the light prophesied by the countess. It was thought to be noble and praiseworthy that he should try to cheer the last days of the old Frau Feldheimerin, and that he should take Father Joseph into his castle. The only ones who disliked and slandered him were his brothers and his stepmother. But only to their own hurt; for everybody took an aversion to such unnatural brothers, and by way of retaliation the story went that they lived in continual strife with their mother and did all they could to harm one another. Count Cuno made several attempts to reconcile his brothers to himself, for it was unbearable to him when they rode by his castle without stopping, or when they met him in the field and forest and greeted him as coldly as though he were a stranger. But his attempts failed, and only increased their bitterness towards him.
One day a plan occurred to him by which he might perhaps win their hearts, for he knew that they were miserly and avaricious. There was a pond situated at about an equal distance from the three castles, but lying in Cuno’s domain. This pond contained the finest pike and carp to be found any where; and it was one of the chief grievances of the twin-brothers, who were fond of fishing, that their father had not included this pond in the land he had given them. They were too proud to fish there without their brother’s knowledge, neither would they ask permission of him. But Cuno knew that his brothers had set their hearts on this pond, so he sent an invitation to them to meet him there on a certain day.
It was a beautiful Spring morning, as, nearly at the same moment, the three brothers from the three castles met.
“Why, look you!” said Schalk; “we are well met! I rode away from Schalksberg just on the stroke of seven.”
“So did I,”–“and I,” repeated the brothers from Hirschberg and Zollern.
“Well, then, the pond must lie precisely in the middle,” continued Schalk. “It is a beautiful sheet of water.”
“Yes, and for that reason did I choose this spot for our meeting. I know that you are both fond of fishing, and although I sometimes throw a line myself, yet there are fish enough here for three castles, and on these banks there is room enough for us three, even were we all to meet here at the same time. Therefore, I propose from this time forth that this pond shall be the common property of us three, and each one of you shall have the same rights here that I do.”
“Why, our brother is certainly graciously minded,” said Schalk, in a jeering way. “He really gives us six acres of water and a few hundred little fishes! And what shall we have to give in return?”
“You shall have it free,” said Cuno. “I should like to see and speak with you at this pond now and then. We are the sons of one father.”
“No,” exclaimed Schalk; “that would not do at all, for there is nothing more silly than to fish in company; one is always frightening off the other’s fishes. We might, however, decide on days for each one–say Monday and Thursday for you, Cuno, Tuesday and Friday for Wolf, and Wednesday and Saturday for me. Such an arrangement would suit me.”
“But I won’t agree to that,” cried the surly Wolf. “I don’t want any free gift, neither will I divide my rights with any one. You were right, Cuno, in making your offer, for in justice the pond belongs as much to one as to the other; but let us throw the dice to decide who shall have the entire ownership for the future, and if I am more fortunate than you, then you will have to come to me for permission to fish.”