The summer passed. Poppies and flowers, cockles and starwort wilted and vahe frogs grew silent in the pond and the storks flew high and prepared for departure. Thats when Goldmuurned.
He arrived oernoon, during a light rain, and did not go into the cloister; from the portal he went immediately to his workshop. He had e on foot, without the horse.
Erich felt a shock when he saw him e in. Although he reized him at first glance, and his heart went out to greet him, the man who had e back seemed pletely different: a false Goldmund, many years older, with a half-spent, dusty, gray face, sunken cheeks, and sick, suffering eyes, although there was no pain in them, but a smile rather, a kied, old, patient smile. He walked painfully; he dragged himself, and he seemed to be ill aired.
This ged, hardly reizable Goldmund peered strangely at his assistant. He made no fuss about his retured as though he had merely e in from another room, as though he had never left e……（内容加载失败！）
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