Monday, September 10, 2012
Weather: with brisk temperatures and a brief drizzle, with a moderate breeze.
After the incident with the tick, the party experiences no other notable encounters or troubles. The roads are largely open and empty, with woodcutters occasionally tying up the way but mildly. You pass through Wurzburg, over the Main, then over the Main River again at Kitzingen. The first bridge costs double what the second does, so that for both together you pay 1 gold piece and 8 silver per animal or person. Again, the day is pleasant, which is to say in the 60s, though the sky is overcast and there is a persistent drizzle. It is still and calm, and much of the rain does not even reach the ground.
You climb into the Frankenwald, which extends south from the Thuringian Forest, passing through the same land Andrej did when the trees were in full leaf. There you camp before climbing, with no inn in sight. Andrej is more certain now that Nuremberg is but a day away, depending upon tomorrow's weather.
The forest is less appetizing than it was last June. The flowers are gone and the grassy ground is brown. The lakes are no longer blue, but grey and cold. There are still fast flowing rivers, but now they seem less fairy-like and more threatening as you brace their fords on Friday morning.
The morning begins brisk as always, in the 40s, but the afternoon is pleasant and the late afternoon postively warm, in the 70s. After reaching Nuremberg round about one in the afternoon, there even threatens a summertime thunderstorm, but it doesn't quite break - though a high wind slows the party down so that they make only 60 miles that day. Instead of making Eichstatt as expected, they only reach the rich fields between Nuremberg and it. There you find an inn on the sideroad to Schwabach (to the east) called The Dane's Bench ... the innkeeper has slaughtered a cow and there is nothing but beef stew with potatoes and cabbage on the menu, for 3 s.p. A night here is the same as before, 6 s.p., and 14 c.p. for each of your horses.
Altogether, there has been an additional cost of 9 s.p. per person for tolls and fees, apart from the bridges at Wurzburg and Kitzengen, and a cost of 4 s.p. per horse.
There is no town wall in Eichstatt, which you reach Saturday morning. Though it was pleasant when you went to sleep, it is again brisk in the morning when you awake. Eichstatt has about 300 buildings, and as I described to Andrej once before, it is a university/learning town. It does not take long for Andrej to locate the place he was before, and to inquire after Egbert, to whom he gave the book.
Egbert is ill. The party is told where he lodges, and they arrive at a four-story half-timbered house, upon one of Eichstatt's principle streets, standing before a strong wooden door between white-washed stone walls.