English Translation

-2- 117 "Nothing," says Wallenstein tired ..."Yes..!" He looks hard, but now to the east.A tower seems to lie over a wave of ground... "Eger..?" "Enger...,Laughs through." The Friedländer still looks east.He pinches his old eyes together.... Who is the black horseman who blows up at us..?" "The Black Horseman?I don't see any one..." "I hear his horse stomping and his urinating clutter.I see his red feather bush shining on the helmet...." The Fiefrich gives no answer. "Obrist," shout Wallenstein, "want to know who the black rider is." The Obrist explodes... looks, silent. "Woe and wide no man's soul, princely graces." "You can't see!", the Friedländer breaks out and his eyes open."It's good." Then he leans back. "He speaks in a fever," says the Obrist quietly.The chaplain is silent, then he dares to say a few words."It means that they have also captured the third messenger of the Generalissimus to his apostolic majesty the Emperor Ferdi- nand..." The Obrist looks darkly."You will have to decide, chaplain. A dead man is not a good soldier-panier." "The Friedlander lives forever," the Fähndrich welcomes. The Obrist laughs hollowly."In the books,so once written by the professors..." The church tower has risen more and more out of the ground.The gritty walls of the Eger Kaiserpfalz have now also risen from the wet soil. In front of the city gate is a tiny horsemen's squad.