We ate with the vigorous appetite which ten hours in the snows of the Black Forest would be sure to provoke.  
Sperver making indiscriminate attacks upon the kid, the , and the fish, murmured with his mouth full—
 
"The woods, the lakes and rivers, and the heathery hills are full of good things!"
 
Then he leaned over the back of his chair, and laying his hand on the first bottle that came to hand, he added—
 
"And we have hills green in spring, purple in autumn when the grapes . Your health, Fritz!"
 
"Yours, Gideon!"
 
We were a wonder to . We reciprocally admired each other.
 
The fire crackled, the forks , teeth were in full activity, bottles gurgled, glasses , while outside the wintry blast, the high moaning mountain winds, were mournfully chanting the of the year, that strange with which they accompany the shock of the tempest and the swift rush of the grey clouds charged with snow and hail, while the pale moon lights up the grim and ghastly battle scene.
 
But we were under cover, and our appetite was fading away into history. Sperver had filled the "wieder komm," the "come again," with old wine of Brumberg; the sparkling froth fringed its ample borders; he presented it to me, saying—
 
"Drink the health of Yeri-Hans, lord of Nideck. Drink to the last drop, and show them that you mean it!"
 
Which was done.
 
Then he filled it again, and repeating with a voice that re-echoed among the old walls, "To the recovery of my noble master, the high and lord of Nideck," he drained it also.
 
Then a feeling of satisfied stole gently over us, and we felt pleased with everything.
 
I fell back in my chair, with my face directed to the ceiling, and my arms hanging lazily down. I began dreamily to consider what sort of a place I had got into.
 
It was a low ceiling cut out of the live rock, almost oven-shaped, and hardly twelve feet high at the highest point. At the farther end I saw a sort of deep where lay my bed on the ground, and consisting, as I thought I could see, of a huge bear-skin above, and I could not tell what below, and within this yet another smaller with a figure of the Mary carved out of the same , and crowned with a bunch of grass.
 
"You are looking over your room," said Spencer. "Parbleu! it is none of the biggest or grandest, not quite like the rooms in the castle. We are now in Hugh Lupus's tower, a place as old as the mountain itself, going as far back as the days of Charlemagne. In those days, as you see, people had not yet learned to build arches high, round, or . They worked right into the rock."
 
"Well, for all that, you have put me in strange ."
 
"Don't be mistaken, Fritz; it is the place of honour. It is here that the count put all his most friends. Mind that: Hugh Lupus's tower is the most accommodation we have."
 
"And who was Hugh Lupus?"
 
"Why, Hugh the Wolf, to be sure. He was the head of the family of Nideck, a rough-and-ready , I can tell you. He came to settle up here with a score of horsemen and halberdiers of his following. They climbed up this rock—the highest rock amongst these mountains. You will see this to-morrow. They constructed this tower, and proclaimed, 'Now we are the masters! befall the who shall pass without paying to us! We will tear the wool off their backs, and their hide too, if need be. From this watch-tower we shall command a view of the far distance all round. The passes of the Rhéthal, of Steinbach, Koche Plate, and of the whole line of the Black Forest are under our eye. Let the Jew pedlars and the beware!' And the noble fellows did what they promised. Hugh the Wolf was at their head. Knapwurst told me all about it sitting up one night."
 
"Who is Knapwurst?"
 
"That little humpback who opened the gate for us. He is an odd fellow, Fritz, and almost lives in the library."
 
"So you have a man of learning at Nideck?"
 
"Yes, we have, the ! Instead of confining himself to the porter's , his proper place, all the day over he is amongst the dusty books and parchments belonging to the family. He comes and goes along the shelves of the library just like a big cat. Knapwurst knows our story better than we know it ourselves. He would tell you the longest tales, Fritz, if you would only let him. He calls them chronicles—ha, ha!"
 
And Sperver, with the wine mounting a little into his head, began to laugh, he could hardly say why.
 
"So then, Gideon, you call this tower, Hugh's tower the Hugh Lupus tower?"
 
"Haven't I told you so already? What are you so astonished at?"
 
"Nothing particular."
 
"But you are. I can see it in your face. You are thinking of something strange. What is it?"
 
"Oh, never mind! It is not the name of the tower which surprises me. What I am wondering at is, how it is that you, an old poacher, who had never lived anywhere since you were a boy but amongst the fir forests, between the snowy summits of the Wald Horn and the passes of the Rhéthal—you who, during all your prime of life, thought it the finest of fun to laugh at the count's gamekeepers, and to the mountain paths of the Schwartzwald, and boat the bushes there, and breathe the free air, and in the bright sunshine amongst the hills and valleys—here I find you, at the end of sixteen years of such a life, shut up in this red granite hole. That is what surprises me and what I cannot understand. Come, Sperver, light your pipe, and tell me all about it."
 
The old poacher took out of his leathern jacket a bit of a blackened pipe; he filled it at his leisure, gathered up in the hollow of his hand a live ember, which he placed upon the bowl of his pipe; then with his eyes dreamily cast up to the ceiling he answered meditatively—
 
"Old , gerfalcons, and , when they have long swept the plains, end their lives in a hole in a rock. Sure enough I am fond of the wide expanse of sky and land. I always was fond of it; but instead of perching by night upon a high branch of a tall tree, rocked by the wind, I now prefer to return to my , to drink a glass, to pick a bone of venison, and dry my plumage before a warm fire. The Count of Nideck does not Sperver, the old , the true man of the woods. One evening, meeting me by moonlight, he said to me, 'Old comrade, you hunt only by night. Come and hunt by day with me. You have a sharp and strong claws. Well, hunt away, if such is your nature; but hunt by my licence, for I am the eagle upon these mountains, and my name is Nideck!'"
 
Sperver was silent a few minutes; then he resumed—
 
"That was just what suited me, and now I hunt as I used to do, and I quietly drink along with a friend my bottle of Affenthal or—"
 
At that moment there was a shock that made the door vibrate; Sperver stopped and listened.
 
"It is a of wind," I said.
 
"No, it is something else. Don't you hear the scratching of claws? It is a dog that has escaped. Open, Lieverlé, open, Blitzen!" cried the huntsman, rising; but he had not gone a couple of steps when a formidable-looking hound of the Danish breed broke into the tower, and ran to lay his heavy paws on his master's shoulders, licking his beard and his cheeks with his long rose-coloured tongue, uttering all the while short barks and of his joy.
 
Sperver had passed his arm round the dog's neck, and, turning to me, said—
 
"Fritz, what man could love me as this dog does? Do look at this head, these eyes, these teeth!"
 
He uncovered the animal's teeth, displaying a set of that would have pulled down and rent a . Then him with difficulty, for the dog was re-doubling his caresses—
 
"Down, Lieverlé. I know you love me. If you did not, who would?"
 
Never had I seen so tremendous a dog as this Lieverlé. His height two feet and a half. He would have been a most formidable creature in an attack. His forehead was broad, flat, and covered with fine soft hair; his eye was keen, his paws of great length, his sides and legs a woven mass of muscles and nerves, broad over the back and shoulders, slender and towards the legs. But he had no . If such and powerful hounds were endowed with the scent of the terrier there would soon be an end of game.
 
Sperver had returned to his seat, and was passing his hand over Lieverlé's massive head with pride, and to me his excellent qualities.
 
Lieverlé seemed to understand him.
 
"See, Fritz, that dog will a wolf with one snap of his . For courage and strength, he is perfection. He is not five years old, but he is in his prime. I need not tell you that he is trained to hunt the boar. Every time we come across a of them I tremble for Lieverlé; his attack is too , he flies on the game as straight as an arrow. That is why I am afraid of the ' . Lie down, Lieverlé, lie on your back!"
 
The dog obeyed, and presented to view his flesh-coloured sides.
 
"Look, Fritz, at that long white seam without any hair upon it from under the right up to the chest. A boar did that. Poor creature! he was holding him fast by the ear and would not let go; we tracked the two by the blood. I was the first up with them. Seeing my Lieverlé I gave a shout, I jumped off my horse, I caught him between my arms, flung him into my cloak, and brought him home. I was almost beside myself. Happily the vital parts had not been wounded. I sewed up his in spite of his howling and yelling, for he suffered fearfully; but in three days he was already licking his wound, and a dog who licks himself is already saved. You remember that, Lieverlé, hey! and aren't we fonder of each other now than ever?"
 
I was quite moved with the affection of the man for that dog, and of the dog for his master; they seemed to look into the very depths of each other's souls. The dog wagged his tail, and the man had tears in his eyes.
 
Sperver went on—
 
"What amazing strength! Do you see, Fritz, he has burst his cord to get to me—a rope of six ; he found out my track and here he is! Here, Lieverlé, catch!"
 
And he threw to him the of the leg of kid. The jaws opened wide and closed again with a terrible crash, and Sperver, looking at me significantly, said—
 
"Fritz, if he were to grip you by your breeches you would not get away so easily!"
 
"Nor any one else, I suppose."
 
The dog went to stretch himself at his ease full length under the mantelshelf with the leg fast between his mighty paws. He began to tear it into pieces. Sperver looked at him out of the corner of his eye with great satisfaction. The bone was fast falling into small fragments in the powerful mill that was crashing it. Lieverlé was partial to !
 
"Aha! Fritz, if you were requested to fetch that bone away from him, what would you say?"
 
"I should think it a mission requiring extraordinary and ."
 
Then we broke out into a laugh, and Sperver, seated in his leathern easy chair, with his left arm thrown back over his head, one of his legs over a stool, and the other in front of a huge log, which was dripping at its end with the sap, and volumes of light grey smoke to the roof.
 
I was still the dog, when, suddenly our broken conversation, I went on—
 
"Now, Sperver, you have not told me everything. When you left the mountain for the castle was it not on account of the death of Gertrude, your good, excellent wife?"
 
Gideon frowned, and a tear dimmed his eye; he drew himself up, and shaking out the ashes of his pipe upon his thumbnail, he said—
 
"True, my wife is dead. That drove me from the woods. I could not look upon the valley of Roche Creuse without pain. I turned my flight in this direction: I hunt less in the woods, and I can see it all from higher up, and if by chance the pack tails off in that direction I let them go. I turn back and try to think of something else."
 
Sperver had grown taciturn. With his head upon his breast, his eyes on the stone floor, he sat silent. I felt sorry to have awoke these recollections in him. Then, my thoughts once more returning to the Black Plague in the snow, I felt a shivering of horror.
 
How strange! just one word had sent us into a train of unhappy thoughts. A whole world of remembrances was called up by a chance.
 
I know not how long this silence lasted, when a , deep, long, and terrible, like distant thunder, made us start.
 
We looked at the dog. The half-gnawed bone was still between his forepaws, but with head raised high, ears cocked up, and flashing eye, he was listening intently—listening to the silence as it were, and an angry quivering ran down the length of his back.
 
Sperver and I fixed on each other anxious eyes; yet there was not a sound, not a breath outside, for the wind had gone down; nothing could be heard but the deep growl which came from deep down the chest of the noble hound.
 
Suddenly he sprang up and bounded impetuously against the wall with a , rough bark of fearful loudness. The walls re-echoed just as if a clap of thunder had rattled the .
 
Lieverlé, with his head low down, seemed to want to see through the granite, and his lips back from his teeth discovered them to the very gums, displaying two close rows of fangs white as ivory. Still he . For a moment he would stop with his nose snuffing close to the wall, next the floor, with strong respirations; then he would rise again in a fresh rage, and with his forepaws seemed as if he would break through the granite.
 
We watched in silence without being able to understand what caused his excitement.
 
Another yell of rage more terrible than the first made us spring from our seats.
 
"Lieverlé! what possesses you? Are you going mad?"
 
He seized a log and began to sound the wall, which only returned the dead, hard sound of a wall of solid rock. There was no hollow in it; yet the dog stood in the of attack.
 
"Decidedly you must have been dreaming bad dreams," said the huntsman. "Come, lie down, and don't worry us any more with your nonsense."
 
At that moment a noise outside reached our ears. The door opened, and the fat honest of Tobias Offenloch with his lantern in one hand and his stick in the other, his three-cornered hat on his head, appeared, smiling and , in the opening.
 
"Salut! l'honorable compagnie!" he cried as he entered; "what are you doing here?"
 
"It was that rascal Lieverlé who made all that row. Just fancy—he set himself up against that wall as if he a thief. What could he mean?"
 
"Why parbleu! he heard the dot, dot of my wooden leg, to be sure, up the tower-stairs," answered the jolly fellow, laughing.
 
Then setting his lantern on the table—
 
"That will teach you, friend Gideon, to tie up your dogs. You are foolishly weak over your dogs—very foolishly. Those beasts of yours won't be satisfied till they have put us all out of doors. Just this minute I met Blitzen in the long gallery: he sprang at my leg—see there are the marks of his teeth in proof of what I say; and it is quite a new leg—a of a hound!"
 
"Tie up my dogs! That's rather a new idea," said the huntsman. "Dogs tied up are good for nothing at all; they grow too wild. Besides, was not Lieverlé tied up, after all? See his broken cord."
 
"What I tell you is not on my own account. When they come near me I always hold up my stick and put my wooden leg foremost—that is my discipline. I say, dogs in their , cats on the roof, and the people in the castle."
 
Tobias sat down after thus delivering himself of his sentiments, and with both elbows on the table, his eyes expanding with delight, he to us that just now he was a bachelor.
 
"You don't mean that!"
 
"Yes, Marie Anne is sitting up with Gertrude in monseigneur's ante-room."
 
"Then you are in no hurry to go away?"
 
"No, none at all. I should like to stay in your company."
 
"How unfortunate that you should have come in so late!" remarked Sperver; "all the bottles are empty."
 
The disappointment of the major-domo excited my . The poor man would so gladly have enjoyed his widowhood. But in spite of my endeavours to repress it a long yawn extended wide my mouth.
 
"Well, another time," said he, rising. "What is only put off is not given up."
 
And he took his lantern.
 
"Good night, gentlemen."
 
"Stop—wait for me," cried Gideon. "I can see Fritz is sleepy; we will go down together."
 
"Very gladly, Sperver; on our way we will have a word with Trumpf, the butler. He is downstairs with the rest, and Knapwurst is telling them tales."
 
"All right. Good night, Fritz."
 
"Good night, Gideon. Don't forget to send for me if the count is taken worse."
 
"I will do as you wish. Lieverlé, come."
 
They went out, and as they were crossing the platform I could hear the Nideck clock strike eleven. I was tired out and soon fell asleep.