Samuel remained silent for a long time, then began to speak hesitantly. “For some years I’ve been a member of the Academia Naturae Curiosorum, a circle of honorable men who are dedicated to scientific research into the natural world, and believe me, Simon, this world contains more wonders than you can even imagine. I’ve seen the tusk of a real unicorn. . There are camelopards in Africa with necks as long as trees. . And washed up on the shores of our oceans, eyeballs have been found as large as pig heads. So I can’t rule out the existence of what the common folk call werewolves. Perhaps they are just especially large, aggressive dogs; perhaps they are men who have been turned into monsters by a cruel fate-who knows? But I’m afraid that the pursuit of such a monster here in Bamberg will hurt many innocent people. That’s just what we saw during the last witch trials. In any case, we’ll have to proceed very carefully in the council.”
“Which you have announced I’m joining as a famous scholar, without asking me,” Simon replied with a smile. “I hope no one expects me to cite references from the standard works in this field.” His face turned serious again. “And it would be a good idea for you to fill me in on what’s been happening in Bamberg the last few weeks, so I don’t make a complete ass of myself before the council.”
“Very well, then.” Samuel took a deep breath. “It all began about four weeks ago, when the venerable councilman Klaus Schwarzkontz set out on a trip to Nuremberg-a trip from which he never returned. Most people thought he had been attacked somewhere in the forest. These things happen. As luck would have it, some children found his left arm in a pile of garbage down by the Regnitz but still within the city walls.”
“His right arm was found in the forest along the shore of a swampy branch of the river,” Simon interjected. “My father-in-law thought it had been severed cleanly, with something like an ax.” Simon had told his friend earlier about the strange finding in the Bamberg Forest.
“Perhaps.” Samuel shrugged. “In any case, two weeks later, Barbara Leupnitz, the miller’s beloved wife, disappeared after she’d left on a visit to relatives in neighboring Wunderburg. And, as you told me, two severed legs belonging to a woman have been found in the city since then. Whether they belonged to the miller’s wife or someone else, we can’t say.”
“One of the legs appeared to show she was tortured. And then there is the corpse of the young prostitute whose thorax had been ripped open.” Simon sipped his coffee, musing. “This werewolf’s behavior is becoming stranger and stranger.”
“Indeed,” Samuel replied. “Very strange. The people started to take notice, in any case, when, only a few days after the disappearance of the miller’s wife, another prominent citizen, Johanna Steinhofer, also vanished. Johanna is the granddaughter of the late Julius Herrenberger, an esteemed city councilor. Just prior to her disappearance, she had a quarrel with her fiancé, who was younger than she.” Samuel rubbed his temples. “And now the highly regarded wife of the apothecary Rinswieser has also vanished.”
“Is it possible these cases have nothing at all to do with each other?” Simon asked. “A robbery, wild animals in the forest, a young woman who runs away after a quarrel with her husband. .”
“And the severed limbs that have shown up in the city? The signs of torture? The furry beast inside the city walls that the night watchman told us about?” Samuel shook his head. “Something strange is going on here, Simon, and if it’s not a werewolf, then it’s something else. A werewolf would, of course, be the simplest solution for many Bambergers. A monster like that would be capable of anything.” He stared at Simon. “Dear friend, it’s not just as a joke that I want to bring you along with me to the council meeting. You have a sharp mind and were always skeptical of supernatural things. Please help me solve this riddle. Otherwise, I fear the worst for our city.”
Simon set his cup down. Suddenly, not even the coffee he loved so much appealed to him, and he had a queasy feeling in his stomach. “I’m afraid you’re overestimating my intelligence, Samuel. I don’t know how I can-”
Just then, he was interrupted by angry shouts coming from the street.
Silently, Jakob Kuisl slipped through the streets of Bamberg with Georg and Bartholomäus at his side. He’d spent half the day in the forest alone, but the odd, shadowy figure that he had come upon did not appear again. He’d returned to the office of the city guards, where Bartholomäus and his own son, Georg, had given him a cool reception. Now the three men were walking along the stinking city moat back to the hangman’s house, where hopefully a good meal would be awaiting them. Jakob had told no one of his strange encounter.
He was trying to sort out the events of the last two days-the dead prostitute with the slashed-open chest, the strange odor emanating from her, Captain Lebrecht’s report about the missing persons, the various body parts, the growing rumors of a murderous werewolf. . But as hard as he tried, he wasn’t able to make sense of it all. In addition, his thoughts kept turning to his son, Georg. As he watched him walking like an old friend alongside his brother Bartholomäus, he felt deeply hurt.
Just what did Bartl tell him about me? Does he know everything?
“Katharina promised to make some fish chowder,” Bartholomäus said, breaking the silence as they passed the dilapidated houses along the moat. “I love fish chowder. Let’s just hope she’s gotten around to it, with everything she has to do to prepare for the wedding.” He grinned. “I’m eager to see her wedding dress. The fabric cost a pile of money.”
“No wonder, given how big she is,” Jakob grumbled.
Bartholomäus broke out in a loud laugh. “It’s true, if you marry Katharina, you don’t need any soft comforters in bed during the night. But she’s a good soul, and I love her, believe it or not.”
“Her? Or her money?” Jakob asked.
“You may have a point, but it’s still no business of yours,” Bartholomäus shot back. “This marriage may make it possible someday for me to buy my citizenship. Other hangmen before me have been able to do that.”
“And where does it get you?” Jakob retorted gruffly. “People will still shy away when they see you coming.”
Georg spoke up. “Just ask Magdalena or Barbara how they feel, being cursed all the time as hangman’s brats. Believe me, Father, if they could, they wouldn’t waste any time-”
He stopped suddenly, hearing angry shouts coming from a narrow lane that led down to the marketplace. A moment later, an elderly man with tattered clothing and an unkempt beard came running out of the lane. He looked around anxiously but at first didn’t notice the three men in front of him. He bumped against Jakob Kuisl’s broad chest and fell over.
“Hey, what’s the rush?” the Schongau hangman asked. “You haven’t been up to some mischief, have you?”
Gasping for breath, the man struggled to his feet and grabbed Jakob’s shirt. “Oh, God no, help me!” he panted. “They’re. . they’re going to kill me. They. .”
Now he noticed Bartholomäus and Georg, and he winced. “Oh, no, the Bamberg executioner and his apprentice. Did they call for you? Now I’m as good as dead.”
“Take it easy, now. .,” Bartholomäus started to say, but at that moment an angry mob burst out of the lane. There were nearly two dozen of them, some armed with pitchforks and scythes and others with clubs. When they saw the old man standing beside the three hangmen, they stopped with triumphant looks on their faces.
“Aha! The hangman has already caught the beast,” shouted an old farmer at the front of the group. “Let’s go, let’s take him away right now to be burned. There are plenty of bales of straw over at the Hay Market.”
“What’s going on here, folks?” Bartholomäus asked in a threatening tone. “Speak up, and be quick about it. Exactly what did this fellow do?”
“This is the werewolf!” cried a skinny man standing farther back in the crowd, in a shrill voice. “We’ll make short work of him before he attacks any more of us!”