Then he pressed on eagerly, and soon came to the little hollow in the wood; down he went, burrowing like a mole into the earth; the magic root did its work, and at last the treasure lay before his eyes.
You may imagine how gaily Peter filled his sack with as much gold as he could carry, and how he staggered up the seventy-seven steps with a heart full of hope and delight.He did not quite trust the gnome's promises of safety, and was in such haste to find himself once more in the light of day that he looked neither to the right nor the left, and could not afterwards remember whether the walls and pillars had sparkled with jewels or not.
However, all went well--he neither saw nor heard anything alarming; the only thing that happened was that the great iron-barred door shut with a crash as soon as he was fairly outside it, and then he remembered that he had left the magic root behind him, so he could not go back for another load of treasure.But even that did not trouble Peter much; he was quite satisfied with what he had already.After he had faithfully done everything according to Father Martin's instructions, and pressed the earth well back into the hollow, he sat down to consider how he could bring his treasure back to his native place, and enjoy it there, without being forced to share it with his scolding wife, who would give him no peace if she once found out about it.At last, after much thinking, he hit upon a plan.He carried his sack to the nearest village, and there bought a wheelbarrow, a strong barrel, and a quantity of nails.Then he packed his gold into the barrel, covered it well with a layer of nails, hoisted it on to the wheelbarrow with some difficulty, and set off with it upon his homeward way.At one place upon the road he met a handsome young man who seemed by his downcast air to be in some great trouble.Father Peter, who wished everybody to be as happy as he was himself, greeted him cheerfully, and asked where he was going, to which he answered sadly:
'Into the wide world, good father, or out of it, where ever my feet may chance to carry me.'
'Why out of it?' said Peter.'What has the world been doing to you?'
'It has done nothing to me, nor I to it,' he replied.'Nevertheless there is not anything left in it for me.'
Father Peter did his best to cheer the young man up, and invited him to sup with him at the first inn they came to, thinking that perhaps hunger and poverty were causing the stranger's trouble.
But when good food was set before him he seemed to forget to eat.
So Peter perceived that what ailed his guest was sorrow of heart, and asked him kindly to tell him his story.
'Where is the good, father?' said he.'You can give me neither help nor comfort.'
'Who knows?' answered Master Peter.'I might be able to do something for you.Often enough in life help comes to us from the most unexpected quarter.'
The young man, thus encouraged, began his tale.
'I am,' said he, 'a crossbow-man in the service of a noble count, in whose castle I was brought up.Not long ago my master went on a journey, and brought back with him, amongst other treasures, the portrait of a fair maiden so sweet and lovely that I lost my heart at first sight of it, and could think of nothing but how I might seek her out and marry her.The count had told me her name, and where she lived, but laughed at my love, and absolutely refused to give me leave to go in search of her, so I was forced to run away from the castle by night.I soon reached the little town where the maiden dwelt; but there fresh difficulties awaited me.She lived under the care of her mother, who was so severe that she was never allowed to look out of the window, or set her foot outside the door alone, and how to make friends with her I did not know.But at last Idressed myself as an old woman, and knocked boldly at her door.
