âNo! No!' Israel cried, his hands held up to heaven for mercy. âI am a tailor, not a choirmaster!'
Reinhardt, ignoring his protest, removed his flute from his belt and commenced to play the opening bars to âCursed be the Linden Trees'. I had no idea where all this might be leading us, but forced to trust the ratcatcher, I began to sing.
If I may be forgiven my immodesty and if I may say so myself, my voice was sweet and pure that morning. My singing was most mellifluous and the high notes held firm and long as they danced along a single note held by the ratcatcher's wonderful flute, and when at last the flute could endure no more they flew
a cappella
off the end to rise yet higher still.
But after two verses the tailor shouted, âEnough! Enough already!'
Reinhardt stopped abruptly and I ceased singing halfway through a verse.
âShush, Israel! Be silent!' his wife remonstrated. âCan't you let a person hear!' She laid aside her needlework and looked at us, placing her hands in her lap, and in a calmer voice instructed, âPray continue, but from the beginning, I must hear this voice in one piece.'
I became aware that a crowd now filled the doorway to the little tailor's shop and stretched along the narrow alleyway, folk pushing and jumping to their toes to catch a glimpse but silently, so they might more clearly hear us. I would later learn that we were in the Jewish Quarter and the crowd were mostly, if not all of them, Jews. When we had completed the song I turned to smile at the people gathered in the lane. This they repaid by clapping and shouting their approval, demanding more such gratuitous entertainment.
Throughout the song Israel had wrung his hands despairingly, frequently glancing at the crowd gathered outside the doorway to the shop and then back at his wife. It was plain to see he was afraid the street throng might enter the tailor shop, but he was even more afeard of his wife's wrath if he should cause us to cease once more. The moment we had completed the song he rushed to pull down the metal shutters. When the crowd saw his intention they commenced to whistle and shout abuse and some rushed forward to batter at the metal bars, cursing him in a strange argot, which I was later to learn was Yiddish.
âWe don't want trouble,' Israel said, looking despairingly at his wife, then back at us. âWhy are you here? What do you want?' He pointed at the shutters. âNow you bring thieves and robbers to my door!'
âAttire, sire.' Reinhardt pointed at me, indicating my metal merchant's sheepskin coat, somewhat soiled, and my gown from the widow Johanna, far from new, too large and fit only to be worn by a peasant and dirty also. Once again he indicated his own clothes. âWe have only these, they are not suitable for our new endeavour.'
Israel shrugged and with a sweep of his hand indicated the racks of hanging clothes. âSo, if you have money you can get.'
Reinhardt the Ratcatcher grinned and looked first down at his feet then slowly up at the Jew. âAh . . . that is the . . . er . . . problem, sire.'
âThen go, be off, already you have made enough trouble!'
âBut your cousin, Solomon . . . the rats?' Reinhardt suggested again. âI am prepared to do one last rat ridding.'
âTush! Go see him. Let him pay you for his own rats. Then when you come back with the money we can do maybe some business.'
I confess I didn't understand what Reinhardt was conspiring to do. This suggestion by the Jew seemed to me the most likely manner in which to conduct ourselves.
A hurtful look appeared on the ratcatcher's face. âThis is not about money, sire. You may with my permission negotiate any sum you wish with your cousin Solomon for my services and then keep it for thyself.'
Israel the Jew appeared only to hear the first part when a look of incredulity appeared upon his face. âNot about money? Let me tell you something for nothing, ratcatcher! Everything in the world is about money! There is only one certainty in life and it is common to both the prince and the peasant, the rich man and the pauper â neither the one nor the other will ever think they possess sufficient money.'
âShush, Issy!' Sarah the Jewess cried out. âDo you not hear what the boy is saying?'
Israel turned to look at his wife. âOf course. It is about
geld
!'
âOf course not!' she retorted impatiently. âHe wants to make a gesture of mutual trust. He wants we should trust him. He makes us an offer, Solly's rat riddance, a reward for our trust.'
The little Jew looked incredulous. âTrust? A Gentile offers a Jew a reward?'
âHe wants us to go into the entertainment business.'
Israel, alarmed and astonished, looked at his wife. âWhat for?'
I could see Sarah's patience with her husband was wearing to a final thread. âBecause we would be most suitable partners,' she explained, as if to a child. She looked at Reinhardt so that we should take good note of what she was saying to her husband as they were meant as sidelong words to us. âThey are good,
very
good, but who do they know? Let me tell you . . . nobody! They know nobody! We shall dress them and introduce them. In this place you have to know already people.' Playing to our attention she opened her left hand and with the forefinger of the right she touched each finger in turn as she spoke. âWe know and dress noblemen, their ladies, knights, fair maidens, judges,' then exhausting her left hand she flicked the fingers of her right to add, â . . . guild merchants, mayors, important town officials, those who are rich and those who want to impress. They must needs be entertained and desire only the best musicians.' She turned and pointed to Reinhardt. âThe boy is no fool and, with my help, has a sound proposition.' Then turning back to the little Jew, âBelieve me, it fits like a glove. For the proper introductions and suitable attire, a percentage, what else?' She looked at Reinhardt for confirmation and he nodded his agreement. The Jewess, now playing once more to her husband, cocked her head to one side and with her forefinger lightly touching her lip appeared to be thinking, then as if tasting the words she said aloud, â“Israel of Bonn â Entertainments to the Aristocracy!” Hmm, it has a most pleasing sound. What think you,
liebling
?'
Israel sighed and looked wearily up at his wife. âYou ask me what I think? Of musicians let me tell you already. They are dirty, lazy, they smell, they eat all the food, they get drunk, fight, curse, fornicate and steal!' He spread his hands and shrugged. âOtherwise, I have no problems with them!'
âGood! Thank you,
mein
husband,' she said, bowing her head slightly. âThey are no different to the nobility, we will make a nice business.' She turned to us, suddenly stern-faced. In a voice both businesslike and crisp, she commanded, âCome, we talk.' She pointed to a doorway at the back of the shop, then suddenly turned back again to face us. âAlways you will call me Frau Sarah and you will deal
only
with me.' She looked directly at me. âYou will curtsy when you come into my presence,' she instructed. Then turning to Reinhardt, she added, âAnd you will bow and remove your hat when you wish to speak to me. Now, what be your names?'
FRAU SARAH TOOK FROM a hook one of the oil lamps that lit the shop and we crossed the room to reach the door at the far end where she bade Reinhardt tarry awhile and bade me enter. The room was the width of the outer one, though smaller in depth, with the earthen floor covered in strewing herbs. My nose was assailed with the fresh scent of both rosemary and sweet fennel, a most pleasant combination that reminded me of the woods. All about the walls were shelves from the floor to the ceiling that contained bolts of cloth of every colour and description, velvets and silks, cotton and wool, enough it seemed to make a thousand rich garments.
Frau Sarah, having learned our names on the way across the room, placed the lamp to hang on a hook from the centre of the ceiling and now inquired, âAre you a virgin, Sylvia?'
âAye, Frau Sarah, I am chaste and pious, a Christian child of Jesus Christ the Saviour,' I said with defiance. I had decided I would not kowtow to this Jewess and, as well, to take the widow Johanna's advice and not count my virginity stolen by my father's abuse (may he rot in hell). In my heart and soul I remained a virgin and felt sure that in this one thing I could with clear conscience create a lie, for God was well acquainted with my sins. I also told myself that if we were to work with this Jewess, then she must needs know that I was all the while a good girl and a devout child of Jesus.
âChild? You call yourself a child? How old are you, Sylvia?' she asked.
âWe are all children of God,' I said sanctimoniously, then added, âEleven or perhaps twelve, I am not sure of the season I was born.'
âWell, do you bleed monthly?'
âNay.' Ever since the widow Johanna had told me about the manner of the coming of my womanhood I had expected daily to find myself in a state of bleeding. Each morning in the four days that had elapsed I expected to wake transformed, no longer a child but somehow loftier of demeanour. The need for the strips of cloth she had torn from my old Frau Anna gown was more than just for blood of childhood past. It was a badge, though invisible, of the arrival of my maturity. Alas, while it had been a long time since I had felt myself a child, I still remained a child within my body.
âCan you feel your breasts tight and uncomfortable with swelling?'
âAye,' I replied, âfor some time now.'
âIt will come soon,' she assured me. âIf my brother, Herr Hermann, should ask, then you will tell him you are twelve years old . . . no, thirteen and already a woman. Do you understand me?'
âYes, Frau Sarah . . . but . . . but I am not to be soldas a slave. I . . . I will not allow it,' I stammered.
Frau Sarah laughed and there was a pleasantness to the sound. âNo, that was my mistake. That was
before
I heard you sing. You are to be an entertainer now.'
âAnd a free woman?' I ventured.
âDo you answer to a nobleman from whence you came? Are you a serf? If so, then you must stay in Cologne one year and one day to be declared a free soul.'
âNay, my family were free peasants.'
âThen you are as free here.' She sighed. âThat is to say, as much as any woman can be.'
I felt much relieved by this assurance and bold enough to ask, âWhat be a
winkelhaus
?'
Frau Sarah looked momentarily surprised, but recovering quickly said, âWhy, a place men go to be entertained.'
I found myself puzzled. âIf I am to sing and Reinhardt play the flute and there are only men, how then will they dance? Men, I have observed, grow quickly impatient of just singing.'
âOh, there are women also, that's why the men come. But do not concern yourself, the men will be otherwise well-occupied while you sing.'
She explained no further, so that I was none the wiser for her words. I am a person who is reluctant to leave a subject or a conversation in midair, but before I could ask her for further explanation she called out for Reinhardt to enter.
I have described my first reaction to Israel the Jew and expressed my disappointment that he did not fit the picture so often painted of the Semite. But while much was preached and told about the vile Jew, I had never heard expressed the dark and nefarious character of a Jewess. And so I brought no bias of forethought to my conception of Frau Sarah, who appeared to be of middle age, perhaps forty, but unlike most women of such advanced age, was thin and straight-backed and wore her gown well. She was firm of breast and still trim of waist and her body, what I could see of it, appeared quite young, though her face, well lined about her mouth and eyes, forbade the same description and seemed hardened by the vicissitudes of life and set distrustful in repose. This disdainful appearance was further aided by thin, straight lips and when she smiled she was somewhat gap-toothed. Her nose seemed long and thin but was perhaps no different to most, lengthened only in appearance by the manner she affected of looking down upon it with her lips pursed, as if in perpetual judgement of all she gazed upon. What hair poked from her wimple was dyed with henna root and did nothing to belie her age and shrewish appearance. She had nice eyes, tawny brown tinged with specks of green, sharp and birdlike, most intelligent and knowing. When she laughed (a pleasant sound) they danced, transformed to an unexpected merriness that hinted of a past life more frivolous than the present. Perhaps her laughter told of a deep-held inward nature that was softer and more pleasant than her outward demeanour. I hoped that this might be so. In my mind I feared that she might turn into yet another Frau Anna.
Reinhardt entered and first removing his hat he bowed and swept it across his knees in a most exaggerated fashion. âYou called, Frau Sarah?' he said, smiling broadly, then glancing at me to indicate that all was going as he had planned. This I doubted, for he would have expected, if an arrangement was to be made, to deal with the Jew and not this shrewish woman who had I think his measure.
As she had done when I declared myself a Christian and a child of Jesus, Frau Sarah ignored his exaggerated greeting. â
Ja
,
gut
, you are here. Now I will talk and you will listen and do as I say.'