English Translation

119 *The lodging for your princely graces." Wallenstein makes a hand move and looks at the empty windows, at the deserted market. He looks over Gordon and beckons to the obrist. "Where are Illo,Terzky and Kinsky?" "Close to your princely grace." "How is Seni..." "He follows in a carriage of the Bagage..." The Obrist and Gordon miss Wallenstein as he rises out of the juices with torment.They carry him almost treppan....Then they let him slide into a high-bore soft chair.They want to stop in front of the Generalissimus. "Commands?" asks the Obrist. "Being alone," says the Friedländer quietly."No!Seni is to come and the young Fähndrich...What was his name?From Pertram!* Obristleutnant Gordon and the Obrist recline the helmets.The Friedländer is alone..- - - There are steps outside.General Terzky stands in front of the chair. "News from the Emperor's Majesty?" "No news!" Wallenstein smiles tired."Did you get a good place..?" Terzky nods."You're not spoiled in a dozen years of war." Wallenstein looks up."More than a dozen year of war,Terzky... And how many more will follow?It is like a wall in front of the kingdom, as the wall of the mountains there,insurmountable, set by eternal nature...But the rivers flow through the wall. They wash the country's blood to the north.From here the kingdom must come, not from Sweden, as it seems?" "Bein kein Philosophus," Terzky grumbles, "leave the spinning to the Herran Professores, Magistrabs and Scholaribus.