English Translation

-8-123 "And who are you?" "The black horseman." "I have kept many black horsemen in my army," shouts deD Friedländer."Some came to rank and dignity as honest warriors. "The eyes of the Friedlander have become sharp in old age," answered it again..."And yet you called only a few.To thousands of black horsemen also died in Eurem army, and their blood wetted the ground of an empire from which new black riders grow..." "Who are you?" calls Wallenstein tormented. "The nameless one who died and bled and saw in you the one who wanted to build the kingdom, for which all black riders long," the answer sounds. Toilfully, Wallenstein leans on the elbows, but his body sinks powerlessly, his hands in vain reach for courage and body... Nothing in this corner of the room is more than the mundane darkness of the short day. Again the minutes pour into the twilight. The lieutenant of the guard knocks quietly. "Commands?" "Seni, the Magi." "The stars," Seni begins, when he entered. "The Stars," the Friedlander smiles laboriously," stand in a distant sky, as he pales in the evening over the Eten after a weary day. Perhaps I called the fielder better than you, so that he would let me to the vein.The blood smacks dullly in my brain." Seni moves his hands silently. "Or," Wallenstein continues, "Would I ask you something else?You have to deal with the stars so many times, you stand with the stones.