So Constantine returned to Freiburg to visit his Gerlinde.
He just came into her small inn, and the innkeeper, his surprising angesichtig, rushed up to him. She was more beautiful than ever. But standing behind Hans.
Hans turned out to be a thoroughly good man of about thirty-five years, which, Gerlinde was its more than glad to be a common pitcher with Constantine, knowing with whom he had to do it once the shops are concerned, not averse declared that he would get placed once bread, cheese, wine and pot days, unless he wish something special, what will make him Hans, of course, as far as. their assets
Of course, so did Constantine do not ask long, thanked the kind invitation, only the coveted interested.
Everything was excellent. The Grey Burgundy, strong, flowery, slightly playful, but with backbone and with good solid acid, the crispy wood oven bread, the Schwarzwaldkäs, of cow, sheep and goat, butter, yes, there was, then the well-seasoned, bestgemüsebrühte potato soup with small, rough pieces of beef in it, leeks not saved, even yet a potty cream in addition to well-Baden still nachzusahnen, to like, fresh radishes, lettuce, shallots, all dressed teasingly, on top of a sausage, an incomparable Pflaumensoß it.
Constantine became clear not only with a tear in his eye, that Gerlinde was in good hands. He enjoyed its defiant.
As the business has been quiet around eleven, Hans came with a pitcher of Constantine Riesling table, asked if everything tasted and was in the correct order, asked, as this fully affirmed to be able to now set for scheduled calls.
After the Riesling was anverkostet, Constantine had the highest praise legitimately do not get to Ungefallen Hansen, pronounced, said bluntly: "I know that she loves you, but I think she loves me too. And I'm there for them. Want me to make you dispute? "
Constantine wiped the last time this evening away a tear and said, "No, Hans, I do not want. But let me talk to her again tomorrow. "
"Of course. How would I ban you or her. And I know that she will also do it. Women you should not make lightly in the way, you know that. "
After a short silence, both another hour devoted to their respective Heraufkünfte still some telling the brotherly wines, then, not to be equal immoderately, agreement ending the evening tions bed.
Gerlinde was happy. Hans was a good man
Constantine was still ham, the Riesling, etching packed well for three days in his knapsack, the brief farewell, and he began his pace, without a goal, simply ascend from Freiburg, eastward into the dark Tann.