Räderberg Mountain

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Geographic Coordinates:
50° 42' 39.90" N, 8° 54' 4.67" E

(Oral tale)

A butcher from Nassau went away from home in order to trade. On the highway, he soon encountered a coach traveling along the road. He walked after it, following its tracks while lost in thoughts. Suddenly, it stopped in front of a beautiful, large country mansion in the middle of the highway. He had never seen this mansion before, no matter how often he had traveled along this route. Three monks climbed out of the wagon, and the astonished butcher followed them unseen into the brightly lit house. First, they went into a room to conduct the rite of Eucharist for another person. Then, they went into a chamber where a large party of people sat around a table and devoured a meal accompanied by loud noise and shouting.

Suddenly, the man sitting at the head of the table noticed the uninvited butcher, and immediately every noise was gone and silenced. Then, this man rose up and brought the butcher a cup of wine with the words: “Another day!” The butcher shuddered and did not want to drink. Soon after, another man rose up, walked towards the butcher with a cup, and again said: “Another day!” The butcher refused again. After that, a third person approached with a cup and the same words: “Another day!” Now, the butcher drank. But soon after, a fourth person came closer to the butcher, and offered wine yet again. The butcher became extremely scared, and, after he made the sign of the cross, the entire scene vanished and he found himself alone in thick darkness. When morning finally broke, the butcher found himself on the Räderberg mountain, far away from the highway. He traveled a stony, exhausting path back to his hometown, related his experiences to the priest, and died exactly three days later.

There has long been a legend that a monastery used to be on that mountain. Its ruins are still visible, but the monastic order dwelling there has long since died out.

Source: Grimm - Deutsche Sagen Band 1, p. 366f