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        "Praised be t; said t and placed ti table. Goldmund murmured taring straight ahead.

        t said noted and said notil Goldmund greless and searco t of him.

        to    only    of t.

        And nos face. It ,     seemed pletely formed by mind and eady ick, lifted it and    closer ter, to see ick s it ba table.

        "Narcissus!"    inaudibly. to spin around him.

        "Yes, Goldmund, I used to be Narcissus, but I aba name a long time ago; youve probably fotten. Siook t;

        Goldmund s of    teo crembled; dizziness made y bladder; omacracted. Beo sink into o dissolve in tears, to faint.

        But a    t of Narcissus     of tiful, strict face, t eyes.    again. Like a g, Narcissus    tra moment of o save    to break into sobs in front of ? No, no, no. rolled , foraco be calm,    of    show any weakness now.

        In an artificially trolled voice, o say: "You must permit me to go on calling you Narcissus."

        "Do, my friend. And dont you    to s;

        Again Goldmund dominated ubborn, sligone, like taken i days,    an answer.

        "Five me, Narcissus," rifle blasé. "I see t you . But Im still a vagrant. And besides, our versation, as muc,    unfortunately last very long. Because, Narcissus, Ive beeeo to clarify tuation for you."

        Narcissuss expression did not g streak in titude and at time touc ood and keenly appreciated t kept Goldmund from collapsing tearfully against . oo, ly, but ion o ttle edy. Goldmund could not o    any faster.

        "ell yes," ended casualness. "But I    reassure you about t to tell you t, and to take you a remain in ty. So ime to c ;

        time, pressing    tayed brittle and playful for a while longer.

        "Fine, Narcissus, lets leave treat, and Ill join your retinue. Are you traveling baariabronn? You are. onderful.    ion of getting a ;

        "ell get a ;

        "Never mind, Narcissus. I did t to my ied me up and I o get free. It    easy. Besides, it o e in    an escort."

        ";

        "O danger of being murdered by me. Because ts old me a priest would e. Id ;

        "You didnt    to die ted to fig;

        "Indeed I did. Of course I could    t ;

        "Still," Narcissus said antly, "t    ;

        "Not you, Narcissus, of course, and probably no priest    any ot, yes, I assure you." Suddenly ;It     man Ive murdered."

        t. Bot embarrassed.

        "ell, alk about t some otime," Narcissus said in a cool voice. "You    fess to me some day, if you feel like it. Or you    tell me about your life. I, too,    to tell you. Im looking foro it. S;

        "One moment more, Narcissus! I just remembered somet;

        "I dont uand."

        "No, of course you dont.    e a number of years ago. I gave you t ime a carver and a sculptor, and I to bee one again. t statue I carved in t its name is not Narcissus, it is Jo. Jo;

        o the door.

        "So you did t; Narcissus asked softly. Goldmund ans as softly: "O of you. Al;

        rong pusook o    c out.

        Mounting, Goldmund said: "I . Let us pass by t; I ;

        t every castle o see if Agnes mig see o t; Marie    deal about o o s, times, promised to e bae day, and rode off. Marie stood in til t of sight. Slowly she limped baside.

        t: Narcissus, Goldmund, the young monk, and an armed groom.

        "Do you still remember my little ; Goldmund asked. "able at ter."

        "Certainly. But you    find    expect to. Its been at least seven o do a;

        "And you remember t?"

        "O;

        Goldmund    sad about Blesss deat Narcissus knew so muc Bless, Narcissus w animals and probably er    made him very glad.

        "iter," ;youll laug me for asking first about t poor little     nie. Actually I ed to ask about sometirely, about our Abbot Daniel. But I suppose t    io speak only of deato begin    o t, because of last nigogetoo muo , and si some time, tell me iill alive. Im prepared for t. But Im glad t least. I never imagi you mig    again. But belief    deceive, as I unate enougo learn by experience. I could not imagi my master Niklaus, ted on seeing    t;

        "All is quickly told," said Narcissus. "Abbot Daniel died eig illness or pain. I am not    only for a year. Fatin y. And Faten spoke of you. During    years    all, and lying iorture to oo s not speak of it. ions?"

        "Certainly, many more. Most of all: o be y at t;

        "t is a long story, and youd be bored ; it is a matter of politics. t is a favorite of tor in many matters, and at t to be set tes sent to treat . Our success ;

        and Goldmund asked noto kno last nig life o t.

        t tired and y staying in the saddle.

        After a long    is it true t you ed for t? t said you o tle, ealing."

        Goldmund laug;ell, it really looked as t I ing s mistress; less koo. Im surprised t    me go at all."

        "ell,    above a little bargaining."

        t cover ta day. Goldmund oo exed; ook rooms in a village for t;    to bed running a slig    day, too. But trong enougo ride on. Soon o enjoy riding.    ridden! o life again, greed, rode many a race ion assaulted ient questions. Calmly, yet joyously, Narcissus responded. Again , s, all asked ed fiden y to anshem.

        "One question, Narcissus: did you also burn Je;

        "Burn Jews? ;

        "All rig tell me: ;

        "No, ic?"

        "Uand me, Narcissus. I mean:    you imagi, iain circumstances, you migo kill Je to ties did give suc;

        "I    give an order of t kind. On t is ceivable t I migo ness and tolerate sucy."

        "Youd tolerate it t;

        "Certainly, if I o prevent it. You probably sa you, Goldmund?"

        "I did."

        "ell, and did you prevent it? You didnt. You see."

        Goldmund told tory of Rebekka i detail;    and passionate in telling it.

        "And so," ly, "o live? Is it not    not revolting and disgusting?"

        "Certainly, ts ;

        "A; Goldmund cried ion. "And en you told me t t it    or ents midst, t ed old me Aristotle    to radi."

        Narcissus laughed.

        "Your memory is surprising, a ly. I or as perfect, but never ion. I rue t life o, or t man is good, my dear friend. On trary. tates t trivings and doings of mans    are evil, and every day ;

        "Very good. At last I see rickery—you admit it. But somes and books, justid perfe exist. t, t only if t to use."

        "You ored up a great deal of anger against us t you ill not bee a t it all topsy-turvy. You still o learn. But    justice to use? e do t every day, every ance, am an abbot and I govern a cloister. Life in ter is just as imperfed full of sin as it is in tside. A antly set tice against inal sin and try to measure our imperfect lives by it and try to correct evil and put ourselves in everlastiions;

        "All rig mean you, nor did I mean t you    a good abbot. But Im t Deatinking corpses, of all ting, tarved to deat a ac seems to me t our moto a    it ter if t created t let o t;

        Narcissus gave Goldmund a friendly nod.

        "You are quite rig; ;Go a all, get it all out. But ie    ts. But actually t not fet t te emotions are balanced by pletely different oy landscape, or o a castle at nigo court a ts mistress, toget to you, and no plague-stri    you from fulfilling your desire. Is t not so?"

        "Certainly t is so. Because try again and again to y    and to pick t gro of    t t does not mean t it does ."

        "You expressed t very    into lust. But lust ion; it leaves you again in t."

        "Yes, ts true."

        "Most people feel t    only a fe o bee a tell me: besides te ing and goi and    for life and sadness of deatried no ot;

        "Oried art. Ive already told you t, among otist. One day, ime, I saer c iful, t moved me so deeply, t I asked tor ;

        "Youll tell me more about t later. But    to you, ;

        "It ransitory. I sa someting: . too ill, tlast many    empire of images and relics beyond ting moment. to    t seems good and f to me, because it almost succeeds in making transitory eternal."

        "I like t very muciful statues; my fiden your strengt. I    in Mariabronn for a long time a me to set up a ist. But I do not tion quite enpassed t. I believe t art is more tal from deatransf it into stone,    it lasts a little longer. I , many a saint and many a madonna, o me merely faitist ;

        "You are rig," Goldmund cried eagerly. "I didnt t art! t is not a real, living figure, alt may inspire it. t fles is mind. It is an image t s ists soul. Ioo, Narcissus, suco express one day and so you."

        "rayed unknoo ps secrets."

        "Youre mog me."

        "O exist noive mind, but y, it exists as an image in tists soul. tly ;

        "Yes, t sounds quite plausible."

        "ell, and no you o ideas and to basic images, you are on mind-ground, in t t, at ter of ttlefield of life, at ter of tes tive mind. Look, I o to me as a boy. In you, t t of a t t of an artist. But it is mind, and it is t    of ternal seesa and despair. Ao ed for it—si your teaco be yourself. No;

        It seemed to Goldmund t    it    from above, clearly seeing its teps: urn, tion, turity and .

        t tiionso Narcissus. It ions one of equality and reciprocity.    of t ion, siion to tive poimes he also worried.

        "Narcissus," ;Im afraid you dont knoer. Im no monk, nor do I    poverty, but I love y nor obedieues dont seem very manly to me. And I    all left of piety. I    fessed or prayed or taken union in years."

        Narcissus remained calm. "You seem to     afraid of t. You need not pride yourself any longer on your many sins. You    la Im not inviting you to eing you to be uest and to set up a    fet t, during your adolest years, it o tever y as    to see o ask you to leave again."

        Goldmund ioime ed t,    assurand a    of mockery of people and life in t Narcissus rue, a man of te    a man full of assurand ce, a leader, one    of old times, no lole, devoted St. Joed to carve tly Narcissus. Many statues aed    Daniel, Fater Niklaus, beautiful Rebekka, beautiful Agnes, and still ot    to bee a broted to make statues, and t t o be these works made him happy.

        te autumn, and one day, on a m ed reddisrangely familiar, and ttle stream and an old barn at t of o acs daug day of tle. iticular pain ing room in s Latin and ell of o tyard; it opping places of t not to tell ao let    s, as ts        a feers and servants ill part of tle a very beautiful, proud, and domineering noble ill looked iful, and a little evil. s reized Goldmund. After t of evening    into t tery flo to table door and looked in on t on tra; imes. Scattered and iile, tretc be images but broken in so many pieces, so poor in value, so poor in love! In to tc as anxiously up to to see if Agnes mig appear. S s, it seemed to ten; finding y .    like t t tting gloomily in t speaking at all. Narcissus let him be.

        But noer a fe. Sly before toer became visible, tony fields in es of Mariabronn and dismounted ualian ut tree. tenderly Goldmund touk and stooped to pick up one of t    lay on thered.
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