an elsewhere. The masters of song will look upon you as
their lord, for I make no doubt that you are as highly gifted in their
art as in astrology and other profound sciences. Remain here,
therefore, and think not of returning to Siebenbuergen."

"'"Nay," most gracious Prince," said Master Klingsohr, "on the
contrary, I must crave your permission to return to Siebenbuergen this
very hour. The country is not so inhospitable as you may suppose. And
then, it is thoroughly meet for my studies. Consider, moreover, that I
may not offend my own king, Andreas the Second, from whom I draw a
yearly allowance of three thousand silver marks, on account of my
knowledge of mining matters, whereby I have discovered for him many
most valuable lodes of metal; so that I live in that peace and freedom
which are essential to the due cultivation of science and art. Whereas
here--even could I forego my yearly allowance--I should be involved in
continual questions and disputes with your masters. My art is based
upon other foundations than theirs, and its inward and outward forms
are totally different. It may be that their pious minds, and what they
term their rich imaginations, suffice to them for the composition of
their works, and that, like timid children, they are afraid to enter
upon another province of their art. I do not say that I think
slightingly of them on that account, but to take my place amongst them
is for ever impossible."

"'"At all events," said the Landgrave, "you will consent to be present,
as arbiter and judge, at the great contest between your pupil Heinrich
of Ofterdingen and the other masters."

"'"Your Highness must pardon me," said Master Klingsohr. "How were it
possible for me to do this thing? And even were it possible, I should
never desire to do it. Yourself, noble Prince, should decide this
contest, merely confirming the popular voice, which will assuredly make
itself heard. But call not Heinrich of Ofterdingen my pupil. He seemed,
at one time, to possess power and courage enough; but he merely gnawed
at the bitter shell, and never got so far as to savour the sweetness of
the kernel. Fix the day for the contest, therefore; I will take care
that Heinrich of Ofterdingen appears with all due punctuality." The
most urgent entreaties of the Landgrave were powerless to soften the
master's obduracy. He stuck to his resolve, and left the Wartburg laden
with rich reward.

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