Herbalists' Cache das lied von der erde

she was easy to listen, to hear him; oh, he wished to tell her, and tell her now! "a fever," mahler murmured softly, clearing the threat of tears from his throat. "two sons vee had. the fever stole them all. even now, i do not know how vee did not see it comink." it had been swift, burning among them like wildfire — and he had not stayed. he had left them to die, saved only himself from a sickness his pragmatism told him would cost them all.