Two BrothersON one of the Danish islands, where old Thingstones, the
seats of justice of our forefathers, still stand in the cornfields,
and huge trees rise in the forests of beech, there lies a little
town whose low houses are covered with red tiles. In one of these
houses strange things were brewing over the glowing coals on the
open hearth; there was a boiling going on in glasses, and a mixing
and distilling, while herbs were being cut up and pounded in
mortars. An elderly man looked after it all.
"One must only do the right thing," he said; "yes, the
right—the correct thing. One must find out the truth concerning
every created particle, and keep to that."
In the room with the good housewife sat her two sons; they
were still small, but had great thoughts. Their