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Buss, Georg; Steinhausen, Heinrich [Hrsg.]
Beschreibung der deutschen Pfalz und Führer durch das deutsche Dorf — Berlin, 1893

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fejj myself lost
me prophecied
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meines Hebens ^lammlein wave gar erlofd]en
unb allies votbei gerr>efen! IDafyrlid], foldjes
rrmnfebt' id], als ich mich trüeberum befamt.
Denn bie Scrrmad], Sie mir angetfyan tr>ar, bie
(Seir-alt, fo id] erlitten batte, bie Erinnerung an
meinen IPiberfacher, ben Derberber meines
(Slücfes unb an feinen Sieg, unb roie er lächelte,
üjr 3uläd]efte — ad\, bas 2tlies tr>arf fid?
auf meine Seele rote tDürgengel mit flammern*
ben 5mgem, unb roie ich nun rr-ußte, too ich.
tr>ar, in biefer brütenben 5inftermfj, in biefem
fd]tceigenben (Srabe: oa febtete rr>ol]t nid]t
riel, fo tr>är ich rr-irflid] roafyntoirjig tr>orben.

^uerft erinnerte mict] ber Sd]mer3 meiner
(Stieber oafa id] gebunben roar: unb es glücfte
ntir meine 23anbe ab3uftreifen unb mid? frei
3U machen. 2td] frei! ZDeld] ein Spott! 'Die
wenigen Sd]ritte, bie mir nergönnet roaren
irt biefer (Srube unb bie rings auf mid] tref-
fenben gtipferigen ZTiauem brachten mir mein
€lenb 3u?ier fo beutlich 3U Sinne.

Erneute ibutfy überfam mid] trüber Hay-
munb, ba§ id] mit 5äuften gegen bie Steine
fd]lug in unmäd]tiger Heue barüber, ba§ ich.
i|n nid]t errt>ürgt fyatte mit biefen meinen
§änben; ber Eifergeift t>ermef]rte meine Qual,
bat3 aucl] Sabine mid] »erraten fyatte; id]
r-ertr>ünfd]te meine Dorftchi, 3°ftens Hatl] ge*
folgt 3u fein, unb baberte mit (Sott, oa§ er
mid] 3ur Beute alles Hngtücfs gan3 unfd]ulbig
auserfefyen b,atte.

2llsbann burefouefte mid]'s mit faltem
Schrecfen, rr>as mir nun ber>orftünbe! (Dfyne
5reunbe, für bie IDelt fd]on tobt, perlaffen,
gans in meiner 5ßmbe (Serr>alt, fab, id] mid]
verloren, unb biefe (Srube bter, rief's in mir,
rmrb T>ein (Srab. Hnb rr>ie benn ber ZHenfch
in foldiem böcfyften Cumult unb Sturm feiner
Seele fid] mit ben atlerfchärfeften (Sebanfen
über fid] abgiebt, fo gerieft] id? ins (Srübefn,
in bebachtfantes, eifriges (Srübeln: ob Hay
numb mich erfannt fyätte ober nid]t, ob Sabine
ibm n?irflid] sugeneiget tr>äre, ob 3^ft in ber
Pf als offenbaren trmrbe, roer id] toäre: aber
am Enbe jeglid]er Heberlegung fafy id] für
mid] bas gleid^e Perberben. —

3n biefer £tad]t fi'el fein Schlaf in meine
2Jugen, unb als ich am fpäten 2Horgen burd]
bie einige fd]male ZTiauerlufe meines Herfers
bas bleiche Cagfid]t feinen bunftigen Weg fid]
bahnen fafy, tt?ar id] matt 3um tLobe, aber
nid]t mübe. fjunger unb "Dürft fiengen an
fid] bei mir fühlbar 511 maehyen; unb feltfam,
gerabe teie id] gebad]te, ba% fie mid] tjtcr
eingefperrt fyätten, mid; r»erfd]ntad]ten unb
umfommen su laffen, ba wave id] aus

are raging high in the soul, so I now began
to reflect seriously and minutely as to
whether Raymund had recognised me,
whether Sabine really cared for him, whether
Jost would proclaim in the Palatinate who
I was; and the result of each reflection was
the same, I saw nothing but ruin in store
for me.

I did not close my eyes all night, and
when in the morning the pale daylight for-
ced its entrance through the single small
slit in the walls of my prison I was weak
unto death, but not tired. I began to be
plagued by hunger and thirst, and strange
enough just as the conviction crossed my
mind that they had shut me up here for the
purpose of starving me to death, the torpor
of despair fell away from me, the fear of
death took hold of me, and the wish to
live awoke in full power. I remembered
that I had still some bread and some wine
and water in the pocket of my doublet, and
of these I partook sparingly, saving up the
greater part as a miser hoards up his pennies
as if they were gold pieces.

The hours dragged along, were they many
or were they few I knew not, for I had
nothing by which I could measure their
course, neither did any sound from without
which could tell of the advancing day pene-
trate to my ear; I lifted up my voice and
shouted, and the sound echoed back from
the walls still louder, as if in mockery, well
knowing that my voice could reach no
human ear Nevertheless I listened con-
stantly and pressed my cheek against the
dungeon door, perchance I might hear some
movement in the passage outside.

But everything remained quiet and I
could doubt no longer; I was condemned
to starvation and this dungeon was destined
to be my grave.

The thirst for life now awoke in me
stronger than ever, and I cried to God that
it might please him to stretch out his hand
and deliver me; then again I fell to cursing
the faith and confidence which had led mc
back to the Palatinate only to be so cruelly
deceived.

After a day had passed which had in
reality been no day, night-fall descended,
the hours still wore away and a new day
dawned, only to drag out its doleful length
in the same silence, in the same deadly
loneliness as its predecessor; but when the

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