The Last Adventure
HEIMITO VON DODERER The Last Adventure A Tale Of Knighthood Translated by Vincent Kling 1. The dawn rising over the wooded ridge of the hill applied its changing colors, clear and smooth as lacquer, to the cloudless sky. A blunt projection of rock, jutting up out of the woods to the right of the sunrise, would later be suffused with a pale rose color of flesh. But now the east was green still, and here at the edge of the forest, under the towering trees, the darkness densely brooded. A small flame leapt out of it, crackled, grew, and now a man could be seen tending to the fire, awakened again to life. The horses were stamping backwards. Now that the pot was hanging over flames playing all around it, the man, dark and wavering in outline, moved toward the edge of the forest and looked after the animals. Life began stirring under the trees in other ways as well. Men unwrapped themselves from blankets and furs in which they'd been sleeping half-dressed and got up on their feet. The first was Gauvain, Écuyer or squire to the standard-bearing Sir Ruy de Fanez. After him, the second of the horse carls awoke, but not before his comrade had shaken him. They let Sir Ruy sleep on until the morning repast was ready. They could smell the thick meat soup as it simmered and bubbled. Meantime, after their feeding and watering, the light horses standing at the edge of the forest and the three pack horses with their saddles were made ready for the start as much as possible, for Sir Ruy slumbered peacefully on in his blankets, while the pot and the mess gear still had to be used.
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