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Chap. xxii.:  HOW OLIVER BIT THE DUST AND TOOK SIX GOOD MEN WITH HIM
             So as we sat down to refresh our bodies and to rest, Oliver
sent the peasant out to buy food and also powder and shot.  He being
gone, he takes off his coat and says he, “Brother, I can no longer carry
this devils’ money about with me alone”:  and with that unbound a pair of
bags like sausages that he wore on his naked body, threw them on the
table and went on, “Of these thou must take care till I come to my
holidays and we both have enough, for the accursed stuff hath worked
sores upon my body, so that I can no longer carry it.”  I answered,
“Brother, hadst thou as little as I, ’twould not gall thee.”  But he cut
me short.  “How,” says he, “what is mine is also thine; and what we do
further win shall be fairly shared.”  So I took up the two sausages and
found they were indeed mighty heavy, being gold pieces only.  Then I told
him ’twas all ill-packed, and an he would [sic], I would so sew the money
in that it should not vex him half so much in the carrying.  And when he
agreed to this he had me with him to a hollow tree wherein he had
scissors, needles, and thread:  and there I made for him and me a pair of
knapsacks out of a pair of breeches, and many a fine red penny I sewed
therein.  So having put the same on under our shirts, ’twas as if we had
golden armour behind and before, by means of which we were become, if not
proof against bullets, yet against swords.  Then did I wonder why he had
kept no silver coin:  to which he answered he had more than a thousand
thalers lying in a tree from which he allowed the peasant to buy
victuals, and never asked for a reckoning, as not greatly valuing such
trash.

             This done and the money packed, away we went to our hut, and
there cooked our food and warmed ourselves by the stove all night.  And
thither at one o’clock of the day, when we did least expect it, came six
musqueteers with a corporal to our hut with their pieces ready and their
matches burning,1 who burst in the door and cried to us to surrender. 
But Oliver (that, like me, had ever his loaded piece lying by him and his
sharp sword also, and then sat behind the table, and I by the stove
behind the door) answered them with a couple of musquet-balls, wherewith
he brought two to the ground, while I with like shot slew one and wounded
the fourth.  Then Oliver whipped out his terrible sword (that could cut
hairs asunder and might well be compared to Caliburn, the sword of King
Arthur of England)2 and therewith he clove the fifth man from the
shoulder to the belly, so that his bowels gushed out and he himself fell
down beside them in gruesome fashion.  And meanwhile I knocked the sixth
man on the head with the butt-end of my piece, so that he fell lifeless: 
but Oliver got even such a blow from the seventh, and that with such
force that his brains flew out, and I in turn dealt him that did such a
crack that he must needs join his comrades on the dead muster-roll.  So
when the one that I had shot at and wounded was ware of such cuffs and
saw that I made for him with the butt of my piece also, he threw away his
gun and began to run as if the devil was at his heels.  Yet all this
fright lasted no longer than one could say a paternoster, in which brief
space seven brave soldiers did bite the dust.

             Now when I thus found myself master of the field, I examined
Oliver to see if he had a breath left in him, but finding him quite dead,
methought ’twas folly to leave so much money on a corpse that could not
need it, and so I stripped him of his golden fleece that I had made but
yesterday and hung it round my neck with the other.  And having broken
mine own gun, I took Oliver’s musquet and sharp battle-sword to myself,
wherewith I provided me against all chances, and so away I went and that
by the road by which I knew our peasant must return:  and sitting down by
the wayside I waited for him and further considered what I should now do.

Chap. xxiii.:  HOW SIMPLICISSIMUS BECAME A GREAT MAN AND HERZBRUDER FELL
INTO GREAT MISERY
             Now I sat but half and hour in thought when there comes to
me our peasant puffing like a bear, and, running with all his might, was
not ware of me till I had in fast:  and “Why so fast?” says I, “what
news?” “Quick,” he answered, “away with ye! for here cometh a corporal
with six musqueteers that are to seize you and Oliver and bring you to
Liechteneck dead or alive:  they took me and would have it I should lead
them to you:  yet am I luckily escaped and come hither to warn ye.”

             “O villain,” thought I, “thou hast betrayed us to get
Oliver’s money that lieth in the tree.”  Yet of this I let him mark
nothing (for I would have him shew me the way), but told him both Oliver
and they that should take him were dead:  which when he would not
believe, I was good enough to go with him that me might see the miserable
sight of the seven bodies, and says I, “The seventh of them that should
take us I let go:  and would to God I could bring these to life again,
for I would not fail to do it.”

             At that the peasant was amazed with fear and asked, “What
plan have ye now?”  “Why,” quoth I, “the plan is already resolved on: 
for I give thee the choice of three things:  either lead me by safe
by-ways through the wood to Villingen,3 or shew me Oliver’s money that
lieth in the tree, or die here and keep these dead men company:  an thou
bringest me to Villingen thou hast Oliver’s money for thyself alone:  if
thou wilt shew it me I will share it with thee:  but if thou wilt do
neither, I shoot thee dead and go my way.”

             Then would he fain have made off, but feared the musquet,
and so fell on his knees and offered to guide me through the wood.  So we
started in haste and walked the whole of that day and the next night,
which was by great good luck a very bright one, without food or drink or
rest of any kind, till towards daybreak we saw the town of Villingen lie
before us, and there I let my peasant go.  And what supported us in this
long journey was:  for the peasant the fear of death and for me the
desire to escape, myself and my money; yea, I do well-nigh believe that
gold lendeth a man strength:  for though I carried a heavy enough load of
it yet I felt no especial weariness.

             I held it for a lucky omen that even as I came to the gates
of Villingen they were being opened, where the officer of the watch
examined me; and hearing that I gave myself out to be a volunteer trooper
of that regiment to which Herzbruder had appointed me when he released me
from my musquet at Philippsburg, and also said that I had escaped from
Weimar’s camp before Breisach, by whose man I had been captured at
Wittenweier and made to serve among them, and that I now desired to come
to my regiment among the Bavarians, he gave me in charge to a musqueteer,
who led me to the commandant.4  The same was yet asleep, for he had spent
half the night awake about his affairs, so that I must wait a full hour
and a half before his quarters, and because the folk just then came from
early mass I had a crowd of citizens and soldiers around me that would
all know how matters stood before Breisach; at which clamour the
commandant awoke and without further delay had me brought to him.

             Then began he to examine me, and I said even as I did at the
gate.  Whereupon he asked me of certain particularities of the siege and
so forth, and at that I confessed all; namely, how I had spent some few
days with a fellow that had also escaped, and with him had attacked and
plundered a coach, with intent to get so much booty from Weimar’s people
that we could get us horses, and so properly equipped could come to our
regiments again; but yesterday we had been attacked unawares by a
corporal and six other fellows that would have taken us, whereby my
comrade had been left dead on the field with six of the enemy, while the
seventh as well as I had escaped:  but he to his own party.  But of the
rest, namely, how I would have come to my wife at Lippstadt, and how I
had two such well-stuffed breast and back-plates, of that I said no word,
and made no scruple to conceal it, for what did it concern him?  Nor did
he ask me of it at all, but much more was amazed and would hardly believe
that Oliver and I had killed six men and put the seventh to flight, even
though my comrade had paid with his life.  So as we talked there was
occasion to speak of Oliver’s wonderful sword that I had by my side:
which pleased him so well that if I would part civilly from him and get a
pass I must hand it over to him in return for another that he gave me. 
And in truth it was a fine and beautiful blade, with a perpetual calendar
engraved thereupon, nor shall any persuade me ’twas not forged by Vulcan
in hora Martis,5 and altogether so prepared as is told of that sword in
the Heldenbuch,6 by which all other swords are cleft asunder and the most
courageous and lion-hearted foes are put to flight like fearful hares. 
So when he had dismissed me and commanded to give me a pass I went the
nearest way to and inn, and knew not whether I should first eat or sleep:
 for I needed both.  Yet I would sooner appease my belly, and so
commanded meat and drink and considered how I should lay my plans to come
in safety to my wife at Lippstadt with my money; for I was as little
minded to go to my regiment as to break my neck.

             But while I so speculated and mused of one and another
cunning device, there limped into the room a fellow with a stick in his
hand, his head bound up, one arm in a sling, and clothes so poor that I
would have given him not a penny for them:  and so soon as the drawer was
ware of him he would have cast him forth, for he smelt vilely and was so
full of lice that a man could have garrisoned the whole Swabian* heath
with them.  Yet he prayed he might but be allowed to warm himself, which
yet was not granted.  But I taking pity on him and interceding for him,
with difficulty he was let come to the stove:  and there he looked upon
me, as I thought, with a curious longing and a great attention to my
drinking, and uttered many sighs.  So when the drawer went to fetch me a
dish of meat, he came to me at my table and held out an earthen
penny-pot, so that I might well understand what he would have:  so I took
the can and filled up his little pot for him before he asked.  But “O
friend,” says he, “for Herzbruder’s sake give me somewhat to eat also.” 
Which when he said it cut me to the heart; for well I saw it was
Herzbruder himself.  Then had I nearly swooned to see him in so evil a
plight, yet I recovered myself and fell upon his neck and set him by me,
where the tears did gush from our eyes:  his for joy and mine for pity.

Chap. xxiv.:  OF THE MANNER IN WHICH HERZBRUDER FELL INTO SUCH EVIL PLIGHT
             Now by reason of the suddenness of this our meeting we could
neither eat nor drink, but only ask one of the other how it had fared
with each since we had last met.  Yet as the host and the drawer went
ever in and out, we could have no private discourse:  and the host
marvelling [sic] that I could suffer so lousy a companion by me, I told
him that in time of war such was the custom among good soldiers that were
comrades:  and when I understood further how Herzbruder had till now been
in the Spital,7 and there had been supported by alms, and his wounds but
sorrily bound up, I hired of the host a separate chamber, put Herzbruder
to bed, and sent for the best surgeon I could find, besides a tailor and
a sempstress to clothe him and to rid him of his lice:  and having in my
purse those same doubloons that Oliver had fetched out of the dead Jew’s
mouth, I cast them on the table, and says I to Herzbruder, in the host’s
hearing, “See, brother; there is my money:  that will I spend on thee and
consume with thee.”

             So with that the host entertained us nobly:  but to the
surgeon I showed the ruby that had belonged to the said Jew, and was
worth some 20 thalers, and told him that as I purposed to spend such
small moneys as I had for our food and for the clothing of our comrade,
therefore I would give him that ring if he would quickly and thoroughly
cure my said comrade, with which he was content, and bestowed his best
care upon that cure.  And so I tended Herzbruder like my second self, and
caused a modest suit of grey cloth to be made for him.  But first I went
to the commander for my pass, and told him how I had met a comrade sorely
wounded:  for him I would wait till he was sound, for were I to leave him
behind me I could not answer for it to my regiment:  which intention the
commandant approved and allowed me to stay as long as I listed, with the
further offer that when my comrade could follow me he would provide us
both with sufficient passes.

             Then, coming back to Herzbruder and sitting by his bed
alone, I begged him he would freely tell me how he had come into so evil
a plight:  for I thought he might perchance have been driven from his
former place for weighty reasons or for some fault, and so degraded and
brought to his present evil case.  But “Brother,” said he, “thou knowest
that I was the Count of Götz his factotum and dearest intimate friend: 
on t’other hand thou knowest well how evil an end this last campaign hath
come to under his generalship and command, wherein we not only lost the
Battle of Wittenweier, but did also fail to raise the siege of Breisach.8
 Seeing, then, that on this account all manner of rumours be afloat, and
that most unfair ones, and in especial now that the said count is cited
to Vienna to justify himself, therefore for fear and shame I do willingly
live in this humble plight, and often do wish either to die in this
misery or at least so long to lie concealed till the said Count shall
have proved his innocence:  for so far as I know he was at all times true
to the Roman emperor:  and that in this set year he hath had no good
luck, is, in my opinion, more to be ascribed to the Providence of God
(who giveth victory to whom He will) than to the Count his neglectfulness.

            Now when we were to relieve Breisach and I saw that on our
side all was done so sleepily, I armed mine own self and marched forth
with the rest upon the bridge of boats as if I in person were to finish
the business; which was neither my profession nor my duty:  yet I did it
for an example to others, because we had accomplished so little that
summer then past.  But luck or ill-luck would so have it that I, being
among the first to sally forth, was also among the first to look the
enemy in the face upon the bridge, where was a sharp encounter, and as I
had been the foremost in attack, so when we gave way before the furious
charge of the French I was the last to retreat, and so fell into the
enemy’s hands:  and there did I receive a bullet in the right arm and
another under the leg, so that I could neither run nor hold a sword:  and
as the straitness of the place and the desperateness of the action
allowed no talk of giving or taking of quarter, I got me a crack on the
head which brought me to the ground, and there, being finely clad, I was
by some stripped and in the confusion thrown into the Rhine for dead:  in
which sore strait I called to God for help and left myself to His good
pleasure; and while I offered up my prayers I found His help at hand: 
for the Rhine did cast me up on land where I did staunch my wounds with
moss:  and though in so doing I was nigh frozen, yet I found in me a
special strength to creep from thence (for God helped me) so that I,
though miserably wounded, came to certain Merode-brothers&sect; and
soldiers’ wives, that one and all had compassion on me though they knew
me not:  yet all already despaired of the relief of that fortress; and
that did hurt me more than all my wounds:  but they refreshed and clothed
me by their fire, and before I could even bandage up my wounds I must
behold how our people prepared for a shameful retreat and gave up our
cause as lost:  which caused me dreadful pain:  and for that reason I
resolved to make myself known to none, and so not to make myself a mark
for mockery:  wherefore I joined myself to certain wounded men of our
army that had their own surgeon with them:  to him I gave a golden cross
that I still had about my neck, for which he bound up my wounds so as to
last till now.  And in such poor plight, my good Simplicissimus, have I
made shift so far, and am minded to reveal to no man who I am till I see
how the Count of Götz his affair will turn out.  And now that I see thy
goodness and faith, it breedeth in me great comfort that the good God
hath not forsaken me:  for this very morning, when I came from early mass
and saw thee stand before the commandant’s quarters, I did fancy that God
had sent thee to me in shape of an angel to help me in my need.”

             So I did comfort him as best I could, and secretly told him
I had yet more money than those doubloons that he had seen; and that all
was at his service.  Therewith I also told him of Oliver’s end, and how I
had perforce avenged his death, which so enlivened his spirits that it
also helped his body, in such wise that every day he grew better of his
wounds.

Edited by Josh Hansen
 
 

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1In connection to firearms, the term "match" refers to the fuse on a
matchlock musket, which would fire when that fuse ignited a charge of
powder.  The most advanced firing system for a matchlock was a mechanism
developed in 1425 for a musket called the matchlock arquebus.  A soldier
whose musket had this kind of firing system did not need to wait until he
was ready to fire before lighting the fuse.  Instead he could light the
fuse long before he needed to fire and then focus on aiming and shooting.
 For the mechanism worked in such a way that when the musketeer pulled
the trigger, the already-burning fuse descended and ignited the charge. 
By Simplicius's time, however, even better firing mechanisms existed. 
These, used in wheel-lock and flintlock muskets, depended on the grinding
or striking of flints, which produced sparks, rather than on fuses that
soldiers would have to light.  The Swedish commander Gustavus Adolphus in
fact armed many of his soldiers in the Thirty Years' War with wheel-lock
muskets.  Simplicius and Oliver may have wheel-locks, such as these, or
even flintlocks.  Kenneth Macksey, The Penguin Encyclopedia of Weapons
and Military Technology: Prehistory to the Present Day (New York: Viking,
1993), s.v. "rifle."

2Caliburn is Arthur's magical sword Excalibur, which the Lady of the Lake
gives him and which protects him from defeat when he carries it.  Peter
Berresford Ellis, Dictionary of Celtic Mythology (Denver: ABC-CLIO,
1992), s.v. "Caliburn."  James MacKillop, Dictionary of Celtic Mythology
(New York: Oxford UP, 1998), s.v. "Excalibur."

3Villingen is a town in Baden located directly east of Breisach and
directly north of Zurich.  George Philip Limited, Oxford Atlas of the
World, 7th ed. (New York: Oxford UP, 1999), 30.

4Breisach is a town on the Rhine in the area of Alsace.  At the beginning
of 1638, this town remained under the control of the Holy Roman emperor. 
But on 5 June of that year, Duke Bernard of Saxe Weimar arrived at the
town with an army with which he would lay siege to it.  To defend the
city, the Bavarian general Count von Götz led an army toward it, but on
30 July Weimar's army met Götz's at Wittenweier and there defeated it. 
Weimar returned to Breisach, where he began to establish a siege, which
was in place by the middle of August.  On the 22nd of that month, von
Götz attacked Weimar at Breisach but again suffered defeat.  The siege
continued, and on 17 December the town surrendered to Weimar.  C. V.
Wedgwood, The Thirty Years War (New Haven: Yale UP, 1939), 419.

5The phrase in hora Martis means "in the hour of Mars," "Mars" being the
Latin name of Ares, the Greek god of War.  Vulcan is the Latin name of
the Greek god Hephaestus, a craftsman of metal who forges weapons for
some of the greatest classical heroes, including Achilles and Aeneas. 
John Lempriere, Lempriere's Classical Dictionary of Proper Names
Mentioned in Ancient Authors: Writ Large, 3rd ed. (New York: Routledge
and Kegan Paul), 1949.

6The Heldenbuch is the "Book of Heroes," a collection of four legends
about the hero Dietrich of Bern.  The text was published in Strasbourg in
1483.  Edward R. Haymes and Susann T. Samples, Heroic Legends of the
North: An Introduction to the Nibelung and Dietrich Cycles (New York:
Garland Publishing, Inc., 1996) 98-99.

7A "spital" is a "spittle," a home or some other organization for the
care of those who are too ill or too poor to take care of themselves. 
Such institutions were particularly associated with those who had
especially repugnant diseases.  J. A. Simpson and E. S. C. Weiner, The
Oxford English Dictionary, 2nd ed., vol. 16 (New York: Oxford UP, 1989),
s.v. "spital" and "spittle."

8See note 4 above.

*[Goodrick's note] He may possibly mean the three old fortifications of
which ruins still remain:  Schwaben-, Schweden-, and Aleander-schanze;
all of which are close to his favourite spa at Griesbach.

&sect;[Goodrick's note] See chap. xi. above.
 
