Jurgen and his foster parents went past this castle. They
had told him its story during the long winter evenings, and now he
saw the stately edifice, with its double moat, and trees and
bushes; the wall, covered with ferns, rose within the moat, but the
lofty lime-trees were the most beautiful of all; they grew up to
the highest windows, and the air was full of their sweet fragrance.
In a north-west corner of the garden stood a great bush full of
blossom, like winter snow amid the summer's green; it was a juniper
bush, the first that Jurgen had ever seen in bloom. He never forgot
it, nor the lime-trees; the child's soul treasured up these
memories of beauty and fragrance to gladden the old man.
From Norre-Vosborg, where the juniper blossomed, the
journey became more pleasant, f
