poor—and had dealings with them—he knows the conditions. The pastor—according to my opinion, has said things he has no right to say.”
Now it was the pastor’s turn to become red. Then he let all his anger loose upon the clerk.
“Do you know, clerk, whom you address?”
“I know very well. I speak with my lord, the pastor, but not with a gracious lord.”
With these words he went away. They did not take leave of each other. I now had opportunity to introduce my own business. The pastor was in a bad temper. The just reproach of the clerk had done its work.
“This Ignorant clown is loud mouthed, and doesn’t know better than to attack his superiors. He has always been obstinate and self-willed. Many a pastor has said to me: ‘If I had him, I’d send him going.’”
I had no answer to make to this, because it seemed to me the pastor had been the cause of what happened. I politely brought my own business to his attention. The pastor thought he understood the peasants and their customs better than anyone else. He cherished the belief, and gave expression of it to everyone, that the peasants did not show any gratitude toward their benefactors. He did not happen to mention just who their benefactors were, but he let it be understood that he, himself, was the most prominent among them. This speech of his sounded to me very like a preachment upon the subject of martyrdom.
I concluded my business as speedily as possible and went my way.
