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Show 81 "Yes, Walther Wurten's farm. It is along the northeast edge of the city walls." "Let us go to it then. Quickly. We must finish before mass is over." The streets were empty because all the townsfolk were in church, so no one noticed as Gast and I almost trotted along the length of the Osterstrasse. While we hurried I told him what I knew about Walther Wurten and explained why his farm was run-down. "What do you want with Walther, Gast?" I asked. "If all goes as it should I won't ever set eyes on Walther," he answered. "All I want is some of his rye grain." "Rye grain!" I stopped in surprise, but Gast's black eyebrows came together in such a look of annoyance that I closed my mouth and ran to catch up to him. I didn't say any more until we were past the East Gate and working our way along the wall to Walther*s fields. "There it is." I pointed to where the old man's timbered hut leaned against the outside of the city wall looking as worn and forlorn as Walther himself. "Are you sure that this man and his daughter will be in church?" Gast asked. "Oh yes. Walther is very pious, so I've heard. He prays each Sunday that God will take the Bishop of Wedekind before he takes Walther himself. And his daughter plans to go to a nunnery after her father dies, so she prays all the time. They will be in church." "No one else lives with them?" |