The castle-steward, leaning back in his chair, said nothing
more. "Do you find it very tiresome here?" Maezli asked sympathetically.
"Yes, I do," was the answer.
"Have you no picture-book"
"No."
"Oh, I'll bring you one, as soon as I come again. And then--but perhaps
you have a headache?" Maezli interrupted herself. "When my mama wrinkles
up her forehead the way you do she always has a headache, and one must
get her some cold water to make it better. I'll quickly get some," and
the next instant Maezli was gone.
"Come back, child!" the gentleman called after her. "There is nobody in
the castle, and you won't find any."
It seemed strange to Maezli that there should be nobody to bring water to
the Castle-Steward.
"I'll find somebody for him," she said, eagerly running down the incline
to the door, in whose vicinity Mr. Trius was wandering up and down.
"You are to go up to the Castle-Steward at once," she said standing still
in front of him, "and you are to bring him some cold water, because he
has a headache. But very quickly."
Mr. Trius glanced at Maezli in an infuriated way as if to say: "How do
you dare to come to me like this?" Then throwing the door wide open he
growled like a cross bear: "Out of here first, so I can close it." After
Maezli had slipped out he banged the big door with all his might so that
the hinges rattled. Turning the monstrous key twice in the lock, he also
bolted it with a vengeance.
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