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CHAPTER 5
The Trip Home
"PETER! MY dearest boy!"
His mother came running down the stairs of the Schoeffer's stately house, her face full of happiness. "We weren't expecting you until evening!"
Peter dropped his pack and ran up the remaining steps to meet her. She
seemed fragile in his arms as if she had grown smaller in the months
since he had last been home. After a warm hug, he held her away from
him. "Mama, you're so thin. Are you well?"
"Oh yes, it's just that preparations for your brother's wedding have
been keeping us so busy! Now come up to your room and make yourself
presentable. Dinner's almost ready, and your father will be here soon." She took his arm and drew him up the stairs.
"How good it is to be home," Peter said, looking about happily. "And
Mama, I can hardly believe it is good old Albrecht really going to get married?"
"Yes, and his Frieda is a lovely girl! Pretty, well-brought-up, and
from a good family. We've planned for everything to be done in the
old-fashioned way, with outriders going to meet the bridal procession
and musicians playing the old music. Ilse has been working with me on
the arrangements she's so grown up now, Peter. You'd hardly know
her."
"I can see you two have been enjoying yourselves," Peter grinned, as
they reached the door to his room. "Now, just give me a few minutes to
clean off this dust, and then I want to hear all the details!"
"Don't be long," said his mother fondly.
In his own room, Peter found everything in place, just as it had been
all his life. His bed was immaculate, with fresh white hangings. The
painted chest at the foot of his bed was shining with wax, and the
little glass window panes glittered like diamonds. On the tall chest
near the door, a deep china basin was brimming with hot water to wash
in.
Seeing all this, Peter gave a sigh of satisfaction it was good to be
so well taken care of!
He slid out of his dusty jacket, peeled off his shirt, and plunged his
face and hands into the basin. As he came up streaming, a tap sounded
at the door.
"Come," he called, groping for a cloth to dry himself with. He heard
the door open, and then a linen square was laid gently in his hand.
Peter took it blindly and began rubbing himself dry. When the water was cleared from his eyes, he saw an honest red face, beaming at him.
"Welcome home, Master Peter!"
"Hans," he cried. It was his father's steward, who had supervised the
management of this great house since before Peter was born. Still
shaggy with moisture, Peter embraced the old man warmly.
"Was the water hot enough," Old Hans inquired slyly. "Is the room clean and in order?"
"There's never been a time when you permitted anything in this house to
be out of order," Peter declared with a smile. "It's all perfect, of
course, and being here is like returning to a haven. I've lived like a
savage since I left home, Hans, and it's up to you to civilize me
again!"
"We'll try, Master Peter," the old man answered with a smile. He held
out a clean shirt and Peter slipped into it. "But now that I know
you're comfortable, I must see to it that the kitchen staff has dinner
ready on time."
With that, Hans bowed and left the room.
Seconds later, the door burst open again, and a lightning bolt of human
energy propelled herself into Peter's arms. It was fourteen-year-old
Ilse, his younger sister.
"I knew you'd be here by dinnertime," she cried. "I was the one who
told Cook to make everything you like best!"
After a warm hug, he held her away from him for a better look. She was
taller than he remembered, and her blonde braids, which had always gone
flying, were now wrapped sedately about her head.
"You've grown up this year," he said approvingly. "You're a beautiful
young lady now."
She blushed at his praise. "Oh Peter! We've missed you so much! It's
not like home without you are you back for good, now?"
He grinned at her. "You know I can't stay home! I have to go out into
the world and slay dragons!"
"Dragons? Nonsense, I'm too big for fairy tales," Ilse sniffed.
"What's more, if there were any dragons in Germany, King Frederick would have tamed them and sent them off to fight the Burgundians!"
Peter pretended to look dismayed. "No dragons? Then what will I do
with myself?"
"You're going to be a rich banker," she answered with a pleased nod.
"Father has taken care of that!"
Hearing this, Peter's amusement vanished. "A banker? Ilse what are
you talking about!"
"It's supposed to be a surprise, but I couldn't wait to tell you!" she
answered, eyes shining with excitement. "Father's going to give the
house and all the farms at Babenhausen to Albrecht and Frieda as a
wedding present. But I heard him tell Mother that he wants to provide
for you, too and he's arranged for Mr. Waldenstern, the banker, to
make a place for you in his business right here in Frankfurt. You'll be close to home and become a rich man. Isn't that grand?"
Peter listened with growing dismay. A banker? Thinking of the dismal
clerks in Mr. Fust's counting house, his heart sank. "But Ilse I
already have work. Important work! And I love what I'm doing!"
"Bah! Mainz is a dingy little town, and you've been wasting yourself there for almost two years! Father wants you to come home now he says it's time you stopped sowing your barley!"
"Oats," he corrected her absently. "You mean 'sowing wild oats,' Ilse.
But as to becoming a banker think of all the things I've written you about the work we're doing in Mainz. It could make a difference to the whole world, and I simply cannot leave it."
She stepped back, her blue eyes anxious. "But you can't disobey
Father!"
"No but I'm certainly going to reason with him."
Ilse shook her head. "But Father's set his heart on this, Peter. I think he's even signed an agreement with Mr. Waldenstern!"
"Don't worry, little sweetheart, I'm sure it will be all right," Peter
said. As he spoke, a soft gong began to sound from another part of the
house, and he was glad to change the subject. "Listen, they're calling
us to that wonderful dinner you promised me. Let's not be late."
But Ilse's concern was not easily quieted. As they went down the stairs together, she sighed and said, "Well Peter, you've always been able to accomplish things that other people couldn't do . . . but be careful what you say. Father's a stubborn man."
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