human
You are yet young, said the stranger,
gpt
How came you on these mountains? asked the former;
human
Ah! replied the youth,
gpt
Our way parts here, said the stranger;
human
I am going down into this hollow; there, by that old mineshaft, is my dwelling: the metal ores are my neighbours; the mountain-streams tell me wonderful things in the night-season; thither, however, thou canst not follow me. But see there, the Runenberg, with its rugged walls, how beautiful and alluring the old stone-work looks down to us! Wert thou never there?
gpt
Never, replied young Christian.
human
I once heard my old forester relate strange things of this mountain, which, foolishly enough, I have forgotten; but I remember my mind was horror-struck that evening. I should like at some time to ascend the height; for the lights are there most beautiful; the grass must there be very green, the world around very strange; and, perhaps, one might find up there many a wonder of the ancient time.
gpt
You can scarcely fail, replied the other;