One day, while tramping around town terrorizing the local maidens—“For, as you shall see, sir, my brother, even at the height of his supposed mental illness, and notwithstanding how esoteric and how refined he wished this illness to seem, how profound, was never too ill or too profound to exploit the powers of his office to obtain for himself the pleasures of the flesh”—the Prince cried suddenly: That’s it! That’s it! That’s the sound! And he pointed at a little bell that hung round the neck of a gaunt goat being driven to the butcher by its equally gaunt goatherd and his three skeletal sons, who in bafflement and distress trailed the royal retinue up the steep stairs to the Castle, begging the men who had seized their animal to give it back. Imagine how their grief turned to joy when the goatherd was told that the sound of his goat’s bell matched the ringing in the Prince’s head, and that this entitled him to unimaginable wealth! Sacks of gold were hauled out one after another; the old goatherd trembled and wept; his sons laughed and danced. Margaretha noticed, however, that her brother, who had blissfully been ringing that goat bell into one of his ears, had now cocked his head. And then he said: “Wait—it’s actually slightly different. It’s like this, but it’s not this.” And the sacks of gold were hauled back into the Castle and the gaunt goat was thrust back at the old man and before he and his sons understood what was happening the gate had clanged shut in their faces. Margaretha said: “And I remember saying to Heinrich: Shouldn’t we give them something, at least? And Heinrich said: Who? And I said: The goatherd and his sons. And Heinrich asked, in complete sincerity, and I shall never forget this, it is echt Heinrich: Why would we give them anything? It wasn’t quite the right sound.” She added: “Not quite the right sound, why give them anything: This is also our father’s philosophy toward me, I point out to Katharina, and she runs off to the Music-Making Room.” As Margaretha slipped out to press a few thalers into the palm of the poor goatherd, she heard Heinrich exclaim: “But at least we know it’s in the bell family.”