For me it is one of the most beautiful destinations of Eichsfeld. Starting from the spacious, free parking above the also recommendable castle Hanstein, you walk in about 40 minutes to the Teufelskanzel. Above the car park, take the left path into the forest and keep left at the next fork. Soon you will reach the Teufelskanzel by a wide path. I go back to the parking lot to the right of the rock on the ridge.
The legend (source burgruine-hanstein.de/teufelskanzel.0.html) tells:
The legend of the devil's pulpit
Once, on Walpurgis Night, when the witches on the Brocken held their annual gathering, with the devil always present, the congregation inquired if he could possibly summon the massive rock colossus he had just confessed to Hohen Meissner in Hesse to wear. However, he should not settle the rock and no rest.
When Satan affirmed this with taunting laughter, some young gentlemen who had come with the witches bet with him that he would not succeed.
As soon as the dance was over, Satan drove off like a storm wind with the rock. For a while, the wild ride went well, but then the devil felt that he had overestimated his powers. The stone grew heavier by the second, and when the evil had arrived on the mountain, he felt so dull that he decided to rest for an hour. The witches, he thought, could not see him here in the dense woods. Therefore, he did not think long, put down his stone and stretched out.
But the witches were suspicious. They wanted to see how he arrived at the Meissner with his rock-pulpit. So they sent him some observation channels. Even though he could not be seen under the dense trees of the forest, the rock was visible from afar. Where the rock is, the witches thought, its bearer can not be far! And after a short while they had found the sleeping one.
"Hans, you lazybones, what are you doing?" they called to him and laughed at him.
Startled, the devil awoke to sleep, and ashamed to see himself caught like this, he took off into the air, tore the curious witches and stumbled away, taking no further care of the boulder dragged from the Brocken.
When the people heard the story, it called the rock in front of the mountain the devil's pulpit.
Another legend says that a piece of rock has broken away from the mountain and has been standing in front of the mountain since time immemorial and was used as a pulpit by the devil, until one day a Eichsfeld farmer, who had sat down under the ledge of the rock to eat his snack bread, called out to the devil beginning with his sermon:
"You forgot something! Every proper sermon must begin with: In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen."
When the devil heard the holy names, he was so horrified that he jumped with a leaping leap into the depths and into the floods of the Werra. His horse's hoof pushed deep into the land. But the river did not want to have anything to do with evil. He backed away from that depressed time and wiggled around it. And so, even today, the Werra flows through the fertile valley in the form of a huge horseshoe.