" And when the final Lord's Prayer had also been said, he took the deceased's daughter in his arms in front of everyone and held her firmly until he saw the pastor striding down the path on the way to his house. 'Come!' he said softly to the lovely girl, such that he was overheard only by an old woman next to him who looked up at him in puzzlement. And as though each knew the other's thoughts and were both of the same mind, they followed the pastor hand in hand to his house. 'Would you kindly marry us, Herr Pastor,' said the Junker, 'so that this girl may find a home in my heart.'
And the old priest laid his trembling hands upon their heads. "
2 " It was already late afternoon when Junker Hinrich rapidly descended the heathland path; but the more clearly the distant turreted lodge loomed up before him the slower became his pace. Its upper storey rose above the high wall that surrounded its courtyard, a wall built as protection against roaming beasts of prey, and its red gateway gleamed a long way off in the autumn sun. The heathland blooms had faded, but in their place the leaves of the oaks surrounding the building had already produced their bright colours. An intense silence reigned; the branches that stretched over the roof lay motionless on its dark brown pantiles. "
3 " Even today [in the narrator's time], an ancient lime tree can be seen here at the edge of the river valley; in spite of its completely hollow trunk its huge crown still sways in the wind. Here at that time the handsome couple would often be seen standing by it, hand in hand, looking out over the wide river valley while the summer wind blew through their blond hair, and in the evenings too when the cry of the wild swans could be heard as they flew down onto the water in the starlight. "