ABSTRACT

During the previous harvest season he had worked for Schormayer for a while, and she had often sat by him at lunchtime on the edge of a field or under the shade of a hazel hedgerow. He was a cheerful lad, who enjoyed a joke with any girl. Now she thought of it, he had said something to her. Once, while she was on her way to the farm, she had seen him in the distance. He had put down his axe and told her that if he knew for certain that she could raise a thousand marks, perhaps they could talk.1