English Translation

Kemort, hacerta" 116 08 The black S I ill - It is February 24th, l634. On the way to Eger, a juice fluctuates.In front of her, pike animals stomp in the street pit, behind you, a bunch of tired riders trot in black urnishes. Just now, the sky has poured out a cloud of snow.But in the same breath, a sun fan breaks through the clouds and thaws the white fluff on the road and slope to new mud and mud. Hersegen Friedland leans back tiredly into the pillows.His Schleohweisser chin beard trembles when once again the gout wrinkles his feet or saws around in the flesh of his arms. Now he bends out of the juice and beckons a guard. "How far to Eger..?" X "One hour, princely graces." X Wallenstein now looks north. Is this a new enormous cloud bank that covers the half sky in black, dark and threateningly..He shivers.But he cannot restrain his eyes. Again and again they rush to the north.No, now the sun has sent a new wide light compartment to the earth and divided the clouds.From the gloomy schemes and clouds mountains have become, which rise almost dark-blue to high into the sky.... Wallenstein hardly moves the lips."The mountains..? The wall...!The streams and rivers...! Elbe,Eger,Neisse...They all break him and flow north...I hold..." he cries tormented.The fähndrich is still near the sewers. "Have princely graces..."