The Grey Mare In The Garret

: Folk-lore And Legends: German

In the portal of the Church of the Apostles, near the new market in

Cologne, hung a picture, the portraits of a certain Frau Richmodis von

Aducht and her two children, of whom the following singular story is

related. The picture was covered with a curtain which she worked with

her own hands.



Her husband, Richmuth von Aducht, was, in the year of grace 1400, a

rich burgomaster of Cologne, and lived at the s gn of the Parroquet in

the New Marckt. In that year a fearful plague desolated all quarters

of the city. She fell sick of the pest, and, to all appearance, died.

After the usual period had elapsed she was buried in the vaults of the

Apostles' Church. She was buried, as the custom then was, with her

jewelled rings on her fingers, and most of her rich ornaments on her

person. These tempted the cupidity of the sexton of the church. He

argued with himself that they were no use to the corpse, and he

determined to possess them. Accordingly he proceeded in the dead of

night to the vault where she lay interred, and commenced the work of

sacrilegious spoliation. He first unscrewed the coffin lid. He then

removed it altogether, and proceeded to tear away the shroud which

interposed between him and his prey. But what was his horror to

perceive the corpse clasp her hands slowly together, then rise, and

finally sit erect in the coffin. He was rooted to the earth. The

corpse made as though it would step from its narrow bed, and the

sexton fled, shrieking, through the vaults. The corpse followed, its

long white shroud floating like a meteor in the dim light of the lamp,

which, in his haste, he had forgotten. It was not until he reached his

own door that he had sufficient courage to look behind him, and then,

when he perceived no trace of his pursuer, the excitement which had

sustained him so far subsided, and he sank senseless to the earth.



In the meantime Richmuth von Aducht, who had slept scarcely a moment

since the death of his dear wife, was surprised by the voice of his

old manservant, who rapped loudly at his chamber door, and told him to

awake and come forth, for his mistress had arisen from the dead, and

was then at the gate of the courtyard.



"Bah!" said he, rather pettishly, "go thy ways, Hans; you dream, or

are mad, or drunk. What you see is quite impossible. I should as soon

believe my old grey mare had got into the garret as that my wife was

at the courtyard gate."



Trot, trot, trot, trot, suddenly resounded high over his head.



"What's that?" asked he of his servant.



"I know not," replied the man, "an' it be not your old grey mare in

the garret."



They descended in haste to the courtyard, and looked up to the window

of the attic. Lo and behold! there was indeed the grey mare with her

head poked out of the window, gazing down with her great eyes on her

master and his man, and seeming to enjoy very much her exalted

station, and their surprise at it.



Knock, knock, knock went the rapper of the street gate.



"It is my wife!" "It is my mistress!" exclaimed master and man in the

same breath.



The door was quickly unfastened, and there, truly, stood the mistress

of the mansion, enveloped in her shroud.



"Are you alive or dead?" exclaimed the astonished husband.



"Alive, my dear, but very cold," she murmured faintly, her teeth

chattering the while, as those of one in a fever chill; "help me to my

chamber."



He caught her in his arms and covered her with kisses. Then he bore

her to her chamber, and called up the whole house to welcome and

assist her. She suffered a little from fatigue and fright, but in a

few days was very much recovered.



The thing became the talk of the town, and hundreds flocked daily to

see, not alone the lady that was rescued from the grave in so

remarkable a manner, but also the grey mare which had so strangely

contrived to get into the garret.



The excellent lady lived long and happily with her husband, and at her

death was laid once more in her old resting-place. The grey mare,

after resting in the garret three days, was got down by means of

scaffolding, safe and sound. She survived her mistress for some time,

and was a general favourite in the city, and when she died her skin

was stuffed, and placed in the arsenal as a curiosity. The sexton went

mad with the fright he had sustained, and in a short time entered that

bourn whence he had so unintentionally recovered the burgomaster's

wife.



Not only was this memorable circumstance commemorated in the Church of

the Apostles, but it was also celebrated in bassi relievi figures on

the walls of the burgomaster's residence--the sign of the Parroquet in

the New Marckt. The searcher after antiquities will, however, look in

vain for either. They are not now to be found. Modern taste has

defaced the porch where stood the one, and erected a shapeless

structure on the site of the other.