re! Say,  let me ing knife? Ive only a small one. —it ter if I ;

    But  . o Master Goldmund. But  part  for money, nor a s even if Saint Genevieve in person asked . to get a move on, and  everything.

    ter range pain in . to rong calfs-leat ogetted undervest of tly Lydia   into tuck into t. tten message. ood in ts in ook off  and slipped into tted vest; it felt pleasantly , , and continued  ime o rest; ired. But  feel like going to t ing and being asked questions.  t in tinued on  morning, in frost and so long marcs  ers; for many days loneliness and melanc.

    t in a village, ures aed , t o come and o do finally, except

    time nessed a birtonis t any rate t remarkable to  of torcared  curiosity into truck by someted: torted face tle different from t of loves ecstasy. true, t pain  and disfiguring timate passion—but essentially it  different, it ly grinning contraction, tinction. Miraculously,  understanding  pain and joy could resemble eacher so closely.

    And yet anoted  village. ter to to tioning of ayed a second nig  time in many ation and disappointment t illed. to a neor, w and half like a highway robber.

    Viktor greeted in, claiming to be a traveling student, alt udent years. ed beard and treated Goldmund ain iness and  quickly he younger man.

    to Goldmunds questions, ;By my destitute soul, I ed enougo Cologne and to Paris, and feap tation at Leyden. Since tard t I am, ions, my dear soul tortured by immeasurable . Viktor, t terror, t