Narcissuss long siege    succeeded in bringing Goldmunds secret out into time ly labored in vain to aeac could be told.

        Goldmunds description of ure. ted, and t a pallid name. Narcissus, t Goldmund    of ances or some kind of magic poed a portion of t.    notioning and teac imated the power of logid spoken many useless words.

        But t bound o    of spending mucime toget been fruitless. In spite of t differences of ters, eaco bei , t secret lanes. Gradually tive pos and expressions, making and—and sympations and feelings,    need for o soul developed i is io ed—a versation t touew, far-reacs.

        talking about astrology, a forbidden sce t    pursued in ter. Narcissus    astrology tempt te and order t types of o tures ainies. At t Goldmund ed: "Youre forever talking of differences—Ive finally reized a pet t differe is supposed to exist beta seems to me t t your straermination to establis;

        Narcissus: "Yes. Youve    ts it: to you, differences are quite unimportant; to me, t matters most. I am a scure; sce is my vocation. And sce is, to quote your    termination to establiss essence couldnt be defined more accurately. For us, tant as tablis of differences; sce is t of differentiation. Disc in every man t winguiso know ;

        Goldmund: "If you like. One man    you. But coo,    any sce."

        Narcissus: "But ell one from t;

        Goldmund: ";

        Narcissus: "Per . Not t sce is more intelligent t it ie remembers more t t obvious ceristics."

        Goldmund: "So does any intelligent co put it plainly: you learned men are arrogant, you alupid. One    be extremely intelligent    learning."

        Narcissus: "I am glad t youre beginning to realize t. Youll soon realize, too, t I dont mean intelligence    say, you are more intelligent, or less intelligent; better or ."

        Goldmund: "ts easy enougo uand. But you dont speak only of our differen cer; you often speak also of te, iiny. ance, siny be different from mine? e are botians, o lead ter, ernal bliss. Our destiny is turn to God."

        Narcissus: "Very good. true, in tly like anot not in life. take Our Saviours favorite disciple, Jo ed    otrayed    tiny."

        Goldmund: "Narcissus, you are a sop. ell never e toget kind of road."

        Narcissus: "No road oget;

        Goldmund: "Dont speak like t."

        Narcissus: "Im serious. e are not meant to e toget any more t to e toget is not our purpose to bee eac is tnize eaco learn to see t e and plement."

        Goldmund erplexed. he bowed his head, and his face was sad.

        Finally ;Is t    take my ts seriously?"

        Narcissus ated before ;Yes, t is    used to t. Believe me, t an intonation in your voiot a gesture, not a smile t I dont take seriously. But your ts I take less seriously. I take seriously all t I find essential and necessary in you.    particular attention paid to your ts, ;

        Goldmund smiled bitterly: "Youve al;

        Narcissus remained firm: "Part of your t I sider a c. Remember elligent c be less intelligent t o assert its opinion in matters of learning, t take it seriously."

        Goldmund said ;You smile at me even ters of learning! For instance, you al as ty, my efforts to advance my studies, my desire to bee a monk ;

        Narcissus looked at ;I take you seriously    al a sc a monk—sc learned ical or pious enougrary, you are not enoug;

        Perplexed and even , Goldmuion. A a feer o ime Narcissus o give Goldmund a picture of t natures t able.

        Narcissus alked o a fever;    t Goldmund ing    o temptation to say more tended;    himself be carried away by his own words.

        "Look," ;I am superior to you only in one point: Im aimes. I call a man ao learn t about yourself is tential reason for your    me. In your case, mind and nature, sciousness and dream . Youve fotten your c cries for you from t il you .

        "But enoug! Being aro in    is    you are superior to me, my dear Goldmund—or rat;

        Goldmund ened onis, but at t;youve fotten your otice; e s raigo find    see Goldmunds face tch suddenly.

        "I … superior to you!" stammered Goldmund, feeling as though his whole body had been lamed.

        "; Narcissus tinued. "Natures of your kind, rong, delicate seed, ts, lovers are almost alo us creatures of take your being from your mty to feel. ures of reason,    live fully; eo guide and rule you. Yours is tude of life, t, tiful landscape of art. Y in an airless void. You are an artist; I am a t t; I . For me tars. Your dreams are of girls; mine of boys …"

        Goldmund listened, orical self-intoxication. Several ruund like so and asked    ;Once I broke do of you and burst into tears—you remember. t must not    ond let me be alone. Youve said terrible o me."

        Narcissus    ter ternation t some of ed o t o leave    t moment and ated a sed oldmunds fro o allow ude he needed.

        time treme tension in Goldmunds soul did not dissolve itself in tears. ill, feeling deeply, desperately o . ally tracted , a ful o be looked in t time tears to overe t t    ful?

        ed, pusing    o free s of a sest, lo parts of ter, tair into te of ter, into t of tretc flo of roses drifted tony air in s ant threads.

        it kno, Narcissus    out into tou Goldmunds , er, looking for     find him.

        Goldmund anding under one of tone arc led from t into ttle cloister garden; on eae-carved    o, toc , knotted omacal of one of to feel t trous ting, glaring, barking inside him.

        "Im going to die any moment,"    error. "Ill lose my mind and ts ;

        c t of too great; . ed; he drowned in longed-for oblivion.

        It isfactory day for Abbot Dao ement, full of accusations, bringing up petty old jealousies, squabbling furiously. eo togetoo long, ility in , ood up again, unrefresepped out into t a moment for some air, attracted by t on tones.    ened by teness of t    been a good day, and noo top it all! ried to lift t    up to t. ito call toldmund upstairs and to send Fato er p for Brother Narcissus, who soon appeared before him.

        "; he asked.

        "About Goldmund? Yes, ge    aken ill or    and ;

        "Yes, I found ,     an act t ed. I dont like t o me t you are someed , or at least kno, since you are so intimate. t is w;

        itrol of bearing and speec of ion s surprisingly violent effe    s    ill humor.

        &que versations," o remain calm. " you    described to me is a versation t migerference    I migion. But youre not Goldmunds fessor. You are no ones fessor; you    been ordained.    t you discussed matters one of an adviser, t    no o ;

        "t; Narcissus said in a mild but firm voice, "are not yet knoo us, ge frigion, but I    t tion ;

        "e s speaking of tion.    prompted you to ions ;

        "As you knoand icularly    I acted to t I kter t;

        t shrugged.

        "I kno is your métier. Let us    you did not cause any . But is Goldmund ill? I mean, is anyt badly? ;

        "No, until today    is."

        "And ot;

        " an age ;

        "I kno;

        "een."

        "Eig is late enoug truggles are natural; everybody goes t is no reason to say t ;

        "No, ge is not t Goldmunds soul ime; t is en a part of ."

        "A part is t?"

        "ed    kno    t lie tly, except t     an early age. I     it must be from    ed most of s, because ion of    make alented, inal son. Notold me; I deduced it from signs."

        At first t ly at t-sounding speecter roublesome co o t brittle, distrustful man; no time, uttered about Goldmunds mot s s ried to suppress t ed from     probably succeeded, because to od, in ato for hers sins.

        Never    less today. A—o know Goldmund.

        ion about t;I    inteo upset Goldmund so violently. I reminded     knoen    ruck rated ting so long.    me as ten told        really a t."

        a scolding but ion not to visit time being.

        Meano bed and ting beside    deemed it advisable to so sciousness by violent means. togetoo sick. Out of . Mean. t en somet kind of times. t gue.    tle use for    precocious, overly young teac o to do upid miser, ture, picked t scures of this world!

        er, and t came in, Fatill sitting beside taring into t a dear, trusting young face to sit beside it, o    migo a colic, of course;    o torted face, toated to formulate to    and observe. But if t grimly,    o look far for t, and    ime of it.

        t stepped up to t over tly drehe eyelids.

        " ; he asked.

        "Id rat a bit longer.    is sound. e must not let anyone in to see ;

        "Is ;

        "I dont t any race of a blo;

        "Do you t could be ;

        "I    rule t out. Do    dispute, an insult? t ainly explain it."

        "e kno no one is alloo see ay il o. If anyts in t."

        Before leaving, t once more over t of t to aken to art. oo, o see er. But Narcissus ainly rig: not all our striving! ful of t rig no one in till a novice,    been secrated,    a monk, and    t ile? God alone knely y.

        It y, dizzy.     not    t; it didnt matter. But range land of experience urned? o some far-a alstable—aen it.    been?     t o    had vanished again?

        ened deeply i place from oday, angles of images rose before    of roses. t! ! Again he fell asleep.

        As    all, radiant    time    ;You ten your c; But , found it. Narcissuss voiarcissus? In a flasains of rubbisfulness vanis    -blue eyes.

        Fatir, ly ood up.

        "Is someone in t; Goldmund asked.

        "It is I,    t on."

        ed ts glow fell over his well-meaning, wrinkled face.

        "But am I ill?" asked the boy.

        "You fainted, son.    your s take a look at your pulse. ;

        "Fi tired."

        "I bet you are. And youll go sleep. But first youll    s all made and ready. Lets drain a mug togeto good fellows;

        a small pite in readiness.

        "So ; laug;A fine nig keep aion, my boy. Not ttle secret drinking in t. Prosit."

        Goldmund laugasted t ened; asted su care of        and strao be lying t, drinking a mug of s .

        "omac; the old man asked.

        "No."

        "I t you probably    ts see your tongue. ell, fine, your old Anselms proved omorroay in bed and Ill e and take a look at you. Already t do you good. Lets see if t like a ac;

        toget    of t efully, delig    off to bed.

        Goldmund lay aenderness and innermost e. "O my mot possible, et you!"
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