We Stopped At The Very Same Inn Which The Famous Old
Robber-Knight And Rough Fighter Goetz Von Berlichingen,
Abode In After He Got Out Of Captivity In The Square Tower
Of Heilbronn Between Three Hundred And Fifty And Four Hundred
Years Ago.
Harris and I occupied the same room which he
had occupied and the same paper had not quite peeled off
the walls yet.
The furniture was quaint old carved stuff,
full four hundred years old, and some of the smells
were over a thousand. There was a hook in the wall,
which the landlord said the terrific old Goetz used to
hang his iron hand on when he took it off to go to bed.
This room was very large - it might be called immense
- and it was on the first floor; which means it was in
the second story, for in Europe the houses are so high
that they do not count the first story, else they
would get tired climbing before they got to the top.
The wallpaper was a fiery red, with huge gold figures in it,
well smirched by time, and it covered all the doors.
These doors fitted so snugly and continued the figures
of the paper so unbrokenly, that when they were closed
one had to go feeling and searching along the wall
to find them. There was a stove in the corner - one
of those tall, square, stately white porcelain things
that looks like a monument and keeps you thinking
of death when you ought to be enjoying your travels.
The windows looked out on a little alley, and over that
into a stable and some poultry and pig yards in the rear
of some tenement-houses.
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