The Adventurous Simplicissimus

single word with him? So he dismounted, and nothing could prevent him from unfastening the tent himself; and as he did that I bit his hand, and got for my pains a hearty buffet. So as soon as he saw mine old friend, “I ask his honour’s pardon,” says he, “for the freedom I have taken, to speak a word with him.” “ ’Tis well,” says Herzbruder, “wherein can I pleasure his honour?” “Only in this,” says the lieutenant, “that I could beg of his honour that he would condescend upon the casting of my nativity.” Then the old man answered: “I hope the honourable gentleman will forgive me that I cannot, by reason of my sickness, do his pleasure herein: for whereas this task needs much reckoning, my poor head cannot accomplish it; but if he will be content to wait till tomorrow, I hope to give him full satisfaction.” “Very well,” says the lieutenant, “but in the meantime let your honour tell my fortune by my hand.” “Sir,” said old Herzbruder, “that art is uncertain and deceiving; and so I beg your worship to spare me in that matter: tomorrow I will do all that your worship asks of me.” Yet the lieutenant could not be so put off, but he goes to the bed, holds his hand before the old man’s eyes, and says he, “Good sir, I beg but for a couple of words concerning my life’s end, with the assurance that if they be evil I will accept the saying as a warning from God to order my life better; and so for God’s sake I beg you not to conceal the truth.” Then the honest old man answered him in a word, and says he, “ ’Tis well: then let the gentleman be on his guard, lest he be hanged before an hour be past.” “What, thou old rogue,” quoth the lieutenant, which was as drunk as a fly, “durst thou hold such language to a gentleman?” and drew his sword and stabbed my good old friend to death as he lay in his bed. The orderly and I cried “Murder,” so that all ran to arms: but the lieutenant was so speedy in his departure that without doubt he would have escaped, but that the Elector of Saxony with his staff at that very moment rode up, and had him arrested. So when he understood the business he turned to Count Hatzfeld, our general, and all he said was this: “ ’Twould be bad discipline in an imperial camp that even a sick man in his bed were not safe from murderers.”

That was a sharp sentence, and enough to cost the lieutenant his life: for forthwith our general caused him to be hanged by his precious neck till he was dead.

XXV

How Simplicissimus Was Transformed from a Boy Into a Girl and Fell Into Divers Adventures of Love

From this veracious history it may be seen that all prophecies are not to be despised, as some foolish folk despise them, that will believe nothing. And so can anyone conclude from this that it is hard for any man to avoid his predestined end, whether his mishap be predicted to him long before or shortly before by such prophecies as I have spoken of. And to the question, whether ’tis necessy, or helpful, and good for a man to have his fortune foretold and his nativity cast, I answer only this, that old Herzbruder told me much that I often wished and still wish he had told me nothing of at all: for the misfortunes which he foretold I have never been able to shun, and those that still await me do turn my hair grey, and that to no purpose, because it matters not whether I torment myself or not: they will happen to me as did the rest. But as to strokes of good luck that are prophesied to any man, of them I hold that they be ever deceitful, or at least be not so fully accomplished as the unlucky prophecies. For how did it help me that old Herzbruder swore by all that was holy I was born and bred of noble parents, since I knew of none but my dad and my mammy, which were but common peasants in the Spessart? In like manner, how did it help Wallenstein, the Duke of Friedland, that ’twas prophesied to him he should once be crowned king with stringed music thereto? Doth not all the world know how he was lulled to his ruin at Eger? Others may worry their brains over such questions: but I must to my story.

So when I had lost my two Herzbruders in the manner before described, I took a disgust at the whole camp before Magdeburg, which otherwise I had been wont to call a town of flax and straw with earthen walls. For now I was as tired of mine office of a fool as I had had to eat it up with iron spoons: this only I was resolved on: to suffer no man to fool me more, but to be rid of my jester’s garb should it cost me life and limb. And that design I carried out but scurvily, for otherwise I had no opportunity.

For Oliver the secretary, which after the old Herzbruder’s death was appointed to be my governor, often gave me permission to ride with the servants a-foraging: so as we came once on a time to a great village, wherein was plunder very fit for the troopers’ purpose, and as each went to and fro into the houses to find what could be carried off, I stole away, and searched to find some old peasant’s clothing for which I could exchange my fool’s cap: yet I found not what I desired but must be content with a woman’s clothing: that I put on, seeing myself alone, and threw mine own away into a corner, imagining now nothing else but