Again, Frederick Trenk was betrayed and again by a fellow prisoner. Chu characters are bred by that prison mold! A captain named Damnitz, who was sentenced to gallows for theft, desertion, espionage and pardoned for life imprisonment, was imprisoned in front of Frederick Trenk’s cell. It was through the keyhole that Lieutenant Schell was sneaking into Trenk’s prison without the tip, so with a thief’s key, and was there for an hour. He whispered this to the visiting aide.
At the castle commander’s lunch, the military assistant reported on this; by the time the silver-nosed ordered him to arrest Lieutenant Schell immediately after lunch. Another lieutenant, Schröder, heard this with his earpiece and snuggled out of the room, hurried to visit Schell as expected and whispered to him that he would be captured an hour later.
Schell, thinking that the whole escape plan had been betrayed, hurried to the prison of Frederick Trenk. He brought him a non-commissioned sword, hidden in his cloak.
– Comrade, we’re betrayed. Hurry up! Let’s not give in alive. Not a minute to lose.
Frederick Trenk only had enough time to pull up his boots; but he could no longer take the gold he had hidden under the floor.
Schell told the soldier guarding the prison door that he would take the price dancer to his own room. From there, however, it was possible to get to the hallway through an additional door: at its door, they happily escaped to the castle courtyard. Schell’s plan was to avoid the castle gate next to the armory: there they would climb on the horses ready by Schröder and wander around.
But just then, as they reached the corner of the armory, -173-they meet the military assistant and Major Quaadt.
Schell was startled and without any hesitation climbed onto the parapet and jumped off the steep bastion. After Frigyes Trenk. There was nothing wrong with him; but his companion sprained his ankle: it cannot stand.
– Strain through comrades so they don’t get caught alive! You run alone.
“No way to cheer, no way to run without you!”
With Trenk grabbing his comrade’s belt between his teeth, like a tiger crawling his prey in his mouth, he ran to the rampart with him and climbed over the ledge. There he then took his lame mate around his neck and ran into the world with him.
He had a patron, the thick fog.
There was a great commotion in the castle; the three emergency shots fired from the cannons erected on the castle wall, which indicates that someone had escaped from the castle.
After a good run, Trenk stopped and put his friend on the ground. He tried to fix his broken leg in place, but he didn’t make it.
While he was bothering with this, he heard a thick pounding of horses approaching.
Through the veil of fog, a hussar silhouette of a section unfolded.
The two fugitives fell to the ground.
But the hussar captain, who was far away in front of his team, had already noticed them. He trotted straight at them. They thought they were lost. His face was already recognized. He was Captain Zerbst.
When he got close to them, not slowing down the horse’s jog, he said to Trenk in French:
– Buddy! Keep left. That’s the Czech border!
With that, he galloped further and led his hussars to the right.
They have been saved so far.
But now they shouted shouting all around: «to a gun! -174-fugitives! » In the city, in the villages, the bells were set aside. Good regulation is here! As soon as the three cannon shots roar, the peasants get to the scythe, the iron fork, and block the roads.
Schell caught a glimpse of the willow trees planted in a row through the fog.
– That’s where Neisse goes.
He got his friend on Trenk’s shoulder again and hurried over there. They were indeed on the banks of the Neisse. The river is sometimes three kills deep. It was safe then. It was Christmas Eve.
And Frederick Trenk swam across the icy river, towing his buddy with him, clinging to the carriage with one hand. The extracted sword between the teeth of both. Terrible power is the desire for freedom!
No one here could chase them after that. There is no faithful peasant to swim after the fugitives.
As they clung to the shore, they continued to run. All suits froze on their bodies.
Frigyes Trenk took Schell on his back and he quickly warmed up and sweated a lot from running, carrying the load; but his companion who only suffered was involved in the movement, inhumanly suffering outside in icy clothing.
– Comrade, drop it, let me take it. I’m freezing.
“No way to leave you, there’s a forest.” Just wait there!
From the thick fog, something pagan began to darken.
As they reached it, Frederick Trenk put his comrade off his back and dug into the snow, then cut a young beech tree with his sword, carved a husang from it, and took it to Schell.
– Take this. You can walk on your own now, you will warm up.
With the help of the dorong, then, jumping half a foot, Schell was able to keep up with his friend. He also warmed up to that.
In the woods they found the path that led up. -175-But that road was already filled with wind and snow, in some places sinking into a belt, Trenk had to pull his lame buddy out of the wind.
It was dusk early on Christmas Eve, it had been four hours since they had fled the castle and reached the top of the mountain and sat down to rest. It was dark, there was fog. They didn’t even know where they were going.
One day they found out.
They heard a clock. He hit five on the Glatz tower clock.
“We’re still under Glatz!” Cried desperately Schell. Throughout their runs, they walked a semicircle around the place of their escape.
Yet the county of Glatz, like a peninsula (like the Crimea in the Black Sea), sinks into the Czech Republic. They should have reached the Austrian border in a straight run for four hours. The fog made an evil joke with the refugees. He is also a servant of tyrants and tips!
And then hunger took them out. They ran away at lunch, their stomachs empty. Strong exercise exacerbated the outbursts of hunger.
– We have to get lost here. Rebegé Schell, stretching all the way through the snow.
But then the moon came up. This is the day of the persecuted. And with the rising of the moon, the fog also fell, it turned into a lichen at once, and the whole landscape became clear. They could inform themselves at the same time. The forest they huddled in extends to the snowy Habelschwerdt. There is no inhabited place there. Downstairs, at the confluence of two rivers, rises the castle of Glatz, with its rock-cut terraces, ancient bastion towers, and the five towers of the town next to it (the present castle of Glatz was not on the left bank of the Neisse even then, only the old one). Closer was to see a large village in which the windows of every house were lit. It is believed that this lighting is arranged to arrest the refugees. It occurred to them that today was Christmas Eve: Jesus was waiting at every house.-176-
“Here we freeze until morning and go hungry,” said Frederick Trenk. Look, there’s a lonely major out there outside the village, we get something there.
“But then we should go over to Neissen again!” I don’t swim through the water again, I’d rather die.
– Well, it’s just you dancing after me; there I see a boat.
They did find a chained fishing ladder on the shore, knocked down the padlock on it, and drove over to the other shore again.
But what should they do now?
Such one and a half soldiers will not cause fear to the peasants. None had a hat, it was lost when he jumped off the rampart. Trenk’s red guard’s dolly revealed that he did not belong to the castle guard. Schell, on the other hand, had the officer’s pants and a gilded silver collar honoring the supervisor.
Well, they founded such a tale. Trenk cut his finger and stroked his forehead with his blood, as if wounded on the head. Then Schell tied his hands together and sat down around his neck, carrying himself to the major lodge. There he will tell the farmer that he is the valiant who caught the fugitive guard on horseback. But this desentor stabbed his horse to death, and he sprained his leg in the fall. All in all, he severely wounded the fugitive and tied him up. Now he will escort you back to the castle. This is what the peasant believes. He gives them dinner, dries their clothes, and then lends them two horses on which to return to the castle. Only once can they sit on the horse and then know where the world is not boarded.
As they descended from the mountain, they crossed the river and dragged each other to Major, and dawned beautifully. They rang the morning mass in the village.
Arriving close to the major lodge, Schell began shouting for help; by the time two hired men ran out of the yard.-177- Frigyes Trenk pretended to be very wounded and fell to his knees.
– Here’s the fugitive! I captured it! Schell shouted at the peasants: Grab it! Bring it to the house. My horse was stabbed by the gauze; but I cut it together. Run quickly to the village, believe the judge. Come in a chariot so I can take the cuddle back to the castle so they can hang it before it dies.
The two mercenaries tricked Frederick Trenk into the house, and Schell nodded after them. There was an old mother and a beautiful girl in the room.
– Well, just run to the village! said Schell. Call it the peasantry.
The two mercenaries ran to each other with this good news: the refugees were left alone with the two white men. The mother saw from their eyes that they were hungry: she had placed bread in front of them and slept with milk. Trenk felt like the rarely used to the dying.
And the young girl brought a white canvas and a wet towel to wash the face of the poor wounded from the blood and bandage her wounds.
– Oh! Don’t wipe the blood off my forehead! to the girl the young man. But he washed it then. He saw that there were no wounds on his head. But he just tied his forehead with the scarf. And then, in an eloquent response, he stole a kiss on his face. And he left the room, gesturing to Trenk at the door.
Then the farmer himself snuck into the room with a pipe on his fang.
Schell also told him the tale of the little fugitive about the captured fugitive. The farmer listened quietly all the way, his two arms folded. When it was over, he said:
– All right, all right, gentlemen. I know everything. Here was the courier who notified me that evening. This is the trench coat of Trenk, the price listant, this is the gold collar of Schell, the lieutenant. You two escaped together.-178-
At this word, Frederick Trenk suddenly tore the faint string, and as his hand was tied and he received his sword in his hand, he ran out of the room.
– Just let him run for me. The farmer growled, knocking out the ashes from the pipe. Why doesn’t the gentleman run with him?
– Because my leg is sprained.
– How did you get here?
– My friend brought it on his back.
– Did you bring it on your back? Didn’t you throw it away so you could run easier?
“But he even swam across the river with me.”
“Then it has to be a very honest person.”
During this, Trenk hurried to the barn. The beautiful daughter of the house gestured to her from the door to come after her.
There were two horses in the barn.
“The gentlemen can continue to run on these.”
– But no tools.
The girl also fenced it from somewhere. It was a bridle, but not a saddle.
It will still be good.
There was already a commotion from the village: the peasants came from a team to listen to the fugitives. It was good luck that on Christmas Day the audience was all gathered in the church, the messengers had to wait until the Mass was over.
As the horses were braced, Frederick Trenk entered the room again.
“Thank you for your hospitality, my lord.” He said, taking his comrade in his lap and rushing at him quickly; he tossed it straight on the horse’s back. And you ran up to the other horse.
– Whoa! My horses! The farmer shouted. I won’t give my horses there!
However, his daughter fell on his neck, begging him to let the two fugitives through to the poor fugitives.
– Rich! My name is Frigyes Trenk, here is my hand:-179- I give my noble word of honor to send back the horses of your grace.
The farmer accepted the noble password and with it the two riders set out for him. The fact that he would have started, but Trenk’s horse was stubborn: he didn’t want to move a pin from his seat. Then the girl grabbed the horse’s halter and led her out of the yard. Then, when Schell’s paripai started trotting, the other horse was only barking after him. By the time the armed peasants arrived at the farm, the refugees were already traversing a bush.
To the south they arrived in the Czech town closest to the border, Braunau. Frederick Trenk’s first problem was to send the two horses back to the owner; and to write a letter to the governor of Glatz, which made him so angry that he lined up the syllables and immediately set off four prisoners in civilian clothes to escape the fugitives in a foreign land and where they could be received, captured and brought back.
Frigyes Trenk was already familiar in Braunau. He was in this place for a long time in the first Prussian campaign, boarding with an honest weaver. Now he visited her again, along with his comrade. The waist-high citizen recalled how well his former guest had protected the landscape of his house from blackmail by soldiers. And gratefully, he was happy to see you again. Hajh! for the first time but it was different! With nine horses and five grooms. And now without a hat, with a gold in his pocket: his buddy had forty pennies.
And Schell had to stay there to restore his broken leg. It took him three weeks to use his leg again.
And yet that foot was in great need. There was a strong road ahead of them.
What will happen at the end of the journey? even Trenk himself didn’t know it. Should you go to Vienna? or to Russia? He wanted to go to East India best.-180-
But it all takes money. So the first étappe is to get the money.
Although he also had a friend in Braunau, to whom he sometimes lent a hundred gold a day; but he didn’t want to know anything about it now. But in exchange for alms, he gave him three golds, a rifle, and two pairs of pistols.
Trenk’s plan was to return to Prussia with a large detour through Poland, and hide there with his sister, who married a noble landowner from Brandenburg named Waldow. From there, he intended to write to his mother, who was in Lithuania for a second marriage. He hoped to get as much money from him as he could both travel a fair amount of time. They obtained a passport for themselves, with inverted names: one believed to be Knert, the other to Lesch.
It was a squeaky January time when they set out on a journey in defiance of hunger and frost. Misery forced them to sell their watches, their brooches, their collars piece by piece; then they sold their officers’ uniforms and replaced them with a commissioner cloak left behind by dead soldiers.
In the border town of Bilicz, between Austria and Poland, the military commander there captured them as vagrants and escorted on horseback to Teschen, a colonel on foot to the commander-in-chief there. Before that, Trenk discovered his real name and his escape. The colonel was a chivalrous man: he provided them with their passports and gave them two horses, which they could travel all the way to the Polish border, and four gold coins. Of that, Schell luckily lost three through his pocket pocket. Thus, starving and cold, they reached Czensztochowa, where the famous Pauline monastery stands. There they boarded a marshal named Lazarus. Even then, they didn’t have a penny in their pockets.
The old bartender was touched by Frederick Trenk’s honest word: that he has no money, he asks for nothing but -181-bread and wings for the night. He sat them down at his own table and shared his own dinner with them. He also treated him with beer and brandy, and in the meantime they told each other the history of their lives. Lazarus was once a soldier: he took him to the captaincy. How did he become a freak man?
Meanwhile, new guests arrived at the inn: three gentlemen, one butler, who came in a carriage.
These travelers had already been encountered several times by the Trenkes on the road: they were also talking to them. It seemed strange that they were reunited now. They sat at a separate table and talked to each other very little and very softly.
The two tired passengers then opened a good warm room, Mr. Lazarus, and there they laid them on a magnificent bed of hay; they also fell asleep during a time of prayer.
But they were only asleep as soon as the fortune-teller opened them and woke them up.
“Oh, my dear friends, run from here!” These four guests who have stayed with me are a prisoner of the castle commander of Glatz; he surrenders to Mr. Three, to the fourth valet. They are sent to capture you in a foreign country and take you back to prison. I have already been promised fifty gold to allow them to be bound at my house; but I did not stand on it; innocent refugees should not be apprehended at a Polish house. And now, that I may hearken unto you, that I may tell you nothing of evil intentions, they have pressed me six gold. But I will speak, and I will give you these six golds for your travel expenses. Run under the darkness of the night, wherever your path takes you. I will not take your misfortunes into my soul.
At this discovery, Frigyes Trenk came in terrible rage.
– Shall I run? In front of these winners? But I’ll spoil them right away and cut them off!
And he would have done how much he had; but the bartender and Schell clung to his neck, he was persuaded, so be of it, do not tie him up with four people alone.-182-
– Well, she’s fine! said Frigyes Trenk. But I stay here and I don’t run away. Thank you so much for the six golds and I will refund you if you have any. Come, sweet Lord Lazarus, go back to those pipes, tell them that you will also accept the fifty gold offered from them: come here and catch us as they wish.
However, the Polish marshmallow only calmed him down somehow, and Frigyes Trenk lay back on the hay bed and continued to sleep with a good conscience.
Nice good morning they said goodbye to the honest Polish marshal; with six gold.
They barely moved for an hour, when they saw a car in the middle of the road that seemed to get stuck in the snow.
Four people sat in the car, and they began to shout loudly at the two fugitives to come to free their stuck cups from the snow.
They recognized the mult nightmates.
Instead of hurrying to them, they suddenly deviated from the road into the field.
At this, all four passengers jumped off the chariot, pulled out a pistol, and ran to the two fugitives, shouting from their throats, “Stop, villains.”
Trenk’s were running, and the pursuers started firing at them from their pistols. A bullet smashed Schell’s neck, inflicting a light wound on it. Then Trenk suddenly turned back and fired one of the captives at heart with his rifle. The other started running in front of him, Trenk ran after him, caught up with him and cut him off with his sword. Looking back then, he saw that the other two captives had already captured Schell, disarming him, and dragging him toward the chariot.
He ran frantically at them, and they let Schell down and ran to their carts, picked them up in the seat, and galloped away. One of them was also destroyed by the sword-stroke he received from Schell during the fight.
But Schell was also wounded by a gunshot on his neck and a sword stroke on his hand: a lot of blood from his wounds. -183-lost. Again, he had to be taken around Frederick Trenk’s neck, bandaging his wounds well or badly.
They continued to migrate. They ran out of their last garas again. In some places they met with Prussian verbungos; who were recruited to the grenade regiments of the king on Polish soil. They liked the deadly Frigyes Trenk. Then both were treated tremendously. It was a craft to escape from them again.
Elsewhere, they were among dancing peasants. Frigyes Trenk was able to play the violin. He played music for the peasants until morning, until they fought, according to an ancient custom, then he ran on with his buddy. One day they had no food other than a rabbit or a crow fired by Frederick Trenk and dug into the manure hills at night so they wouldn’t freeze.
They had already sold the shirt off their bodies.
They were not allowed to walk on the normal road; so that they do not become acquainted with the Prussian border guards within the Brandenburg border.
Finally broken through a roadless forest, they happily reached the destination of their journey: the castle of Sister Frederick Trenk in Hammer.
They rolled in.
A maid came to open the door, who was very frightened at the sight of these ragged marczona figures.
But Frederick Trenk recognized the girl. It was little Marcsa who grew up at his father’s house; he came here with his sister.
– Don’t you know me? said Frederick Trenk and named himself. Is my brother-in-law home?
– Home; but sick, lying.
– What about my sister?
– I’ll call you here soon; let them walk here into the hall.
The two ragged vagrants were let into the atrium.
Soon Trenk’s sister came out. She trembled when she saw her brother in such a state before herself.-184-
– How are you coming here?
– I escaped from Glatz Castle.
The sister ran away and – she didn’t come back.
Waiting for the good weather, he returned to them — little Marcsa, weeping bitterly as he informed the gentleman of the dignified gentleman’s message that they would immediately hide from the castle, otherwise he would be taken and bound to the military command.
Trenk was pushed out into the cold night, along with his companion from his brother’s house.
“Shouldn’t I put the house on my head for a brother like that?” he murmured into his comrade’s ear.
It was dampened by clever, human speech.
And the poor maid pressed three golds in her hand: she had saved her wages.
Of these, two golds were donated by Frederick Trenk to the peasant woman who guided them from the cursed castle to the Lithuanian border. (He later visited that lady and kept her alive.)
Now Frigyes Trenk set out straight to visit his mother.
But it was a long way and dangerous. Frederick’s mother lived in Prussia, nine miles beyond Königsberg; almost near the east sea. Starting from Brandenburg, the whole length of the province had to be entered.
One day I have three or four miles to walk.
Their last garas were also sold out, and the Jewish marshal in Rogosen chased them out into the street at night. Wandering down the street, they saw a light in a peasant house. The kitchen door was open, and through it the smell of freshly baked bread evaporated in front of them. An old mother was just taking the chips out of the oven.
Blood flooded Frederick Trenk’s head. He hadn’t had a mouthful in his mouth for two days. He got his rifle in his hand and stopped in the doorway for a minute. Then all of a sudden-185- he turned back and took the Schellt behind him with him:
– Away from here! We’re not going in here!
– Why did we run away now? Schell asked him when they reached the street.
“If we had gone in, I would have killed that woman – for a loaf of bread!”
Then they approached a barber and sold them their rifles for a gold. Now they couldn’t shoot a crow anymore. But at least they could live well for the price of the rifle.
They continued to band in snow and mud toward the sun.
A gang of gypsies was found in a forest. There could be four hundred Roma: a man, a woman, a girl, a purde; they farmed in tents and carts.
They looked at the two fugitives as their own kind, welcomed them into their tents, fed them from their cauldrons. They had business in Herczeg until they could walk with the gypsies. One day then their way made a cripple; they were then compelled to give up their kind brethren; but even at the farewell the voivode was generous to them: he presented them with a taller, and bacon, bread, as much as they could hold.
Hey, Frigyes Trenk also praises the Gypsies who were torn from the poor branch in his biography; but bezzeg conversely praises the wealthy and revered Jesuits who were on his nearest adventure.
With the bacon running out, they reached the town of Thorn near the Vistula.
There was a national fair there when they appeared. It must have been a nice little intrusion. Two ragged, muddy ficus, with pistols in their belts, and large pallos on their sides: one with a bloody bandage around his neck and arms.
Thorn Castle and the whole of the Vistula on the left bank «East Prussia» were then the province of the Kingdom of Poland: the right bank -186-«West Prussia» already ruled the Prussian king. Trenk’s mother lived in Prussia, Poland.
They did not have to fear the Prussian captives here either; but all the more so from the Prussian verbungos who went through East Prussia hunting for recruits.
At the same time, they surrounded the killer athletic figure; but Trenk declined their kind invitation (which he used several times along the way, treating himself with the recruiters and then escaping from them).
He remembered that there was an infamous wealthy Jesuit monastery in Thorn; which has the right to asylum. There, all persecuted evildoers will find refuge and even release from their sins.
The two depraved figures were willingly let in by the goalkeeper through the side door; here, however, they had to lay down their weapons and let them go before the Rector of the Patron, who received them very graciously: he thought they were rogues.
However, as Frigyes Trenk discovered his existence, told the injustices committed on him, the story of his escape, the face of the Jesuit boss gradually changed, he became cold, he was a fuss, he was an annoyance.
– In short! short! he shouted. I have other things to do.
And when the lecture was over, he said to Trenk:
“Kend is not an evildoer, but a political refugee.” We have nothing to do with politics. Go cloth with the news of God. We are not giving anything here.
With that, he turned and slammed the door on Trenk’s nose.
Frederick Trenk rushed out of the monastery angrily, scolding the Jesuits, who would free the thief but chase out the honest refugee. He returned again to the frenzy where he and his companion did not want to receive him. Prussian verbungos farmed there. He sat down between them. He drank their wine, ate their steak. They then surrounded him to persuade him to stand among the king’s grenades. A verbungos-187-Lieutenant promised him five hundred thalers and a corporal’s rod if he slapped him. Last time he didn’t use it either, he threatened to know for sure that he was dealing with a thunderstorm roadblock the detainees were looking for: he had no escape but to strike up a Prussian soldier, then the Poles would let him run.
This suspicion so outraged Frederick Trenk that it gave the lieutenant a huge slap in the face. The other Prussian soldiers were caught and rushed like swords; but Trenk pulled out his pallosa, burst through all of them and made it out into the street.
No one dared to stand in his way, only behind the crowd shouted the fairy crowd: «Thief! Robber! catch the robber! ”
But little Schell was suppressed and tied up.
Frigyes Trenk fled to the Jesuit monastery for the second time.
Now everyone was greeted with open arms.
The roar of the people who shouted a thief, a robber, elevated the fugitive to the dignity that takes advantage of the Jesuit patent.
If you are a persecuted villain, you will be accepted.
Now they had given him food and drink; they also made a good bed for him and quite spoiled him. Because he’s a robber! This quality is worth more than being a political refugee.
However, this glory also lasted only until the next morning; until then, from the passports at the captured Schell, the mayor was convinced that the companion captured and fled to the monastery was not the horse harnesses sought, but two Prussian military fugitives; then Schell was released and Frederick Trenk was again expelled from the Jesuit convent.
For this is a gauze fool who pretends to be a robber in order to receive dinner from the Jesuits for free.
They were on the street again!-188-
The mayor, for the unjust arrest, gave Schell a letter-tall penny in exchange for pain.
What should be taken of this?
Well, whoever sold the shirt off his body is easy to match.
But even a shirt isn’t the most necessary: it can stay even happier for times. What is essential is a folder. Thirty strong measuring miles from Thorn Castle to Königsberg. You also have to go through the Vistula. And the Prussian border is close. If, by mistake, they find themselves entering a village where Prussia is the lord, they are immediately captured.
Well, first of all, they visited a shop full of junk paperworkers.
The mother-in-law was a hunchbacked mother. Frigyes Trenk stepped in front of him with the word to give him a folder because he was traveling to his mother and did not know the country.
The good old man had a tear in his eyes.
– Hey, I had a son too; it is also in hiding now, his stepfather’s father drove him away from the house: he joined an Austrian soldier; I haven’t heard his news since.
This word gave Frederick Trenk a good idea.
“What regiment did your son join as a soldier?”
– To the Hohenems.
– To the Hohenems? Because I served there too. From there I come now with freedom; but the robbers were looted along the way. Her son was blonde, wasn’t she?
– It was blonde hair.
“And as tall as I am?”
“He was just such a waist-length boy.”
(The Hohenems Regiment consisted of grenades.)
– What was his name?
– Will? That’s my favorite bread buddy. We slept a little: we fought together.
– Is my son alive?-189-
– Alive and healthy. He mentioned his mother many times. He said that if we come to Thorn, let us visit: we will pass on his greetings.
At that word, Trenk fell on the neck of the good old man: he kissed him, soaked his face with his tears; and not only did he give him the folder he was looking for for free, but he even kept it there for lunch, calling it his dear son. He gave her a clean shirt, stockings.
Frigyes Trenk used this happy mistake of maternal love. She told the good woman that she was now traveling to her mother, but in four weeks she would return to this house again, in a different shape, in a different outfit. Until then, he asks nicely to keep his comrade here, who has been wounded and nurtured and healed by the Prussian verbungos. The good old woman also undertook and gave Frederick six forints in Lüneburg and an analysis for three days.
Here, Trenk divorced his friend, vowing to come back for him. Then, as he continued on the road alone, he came out with a sense of total desolation: he had become a whole bullshit. So far he had shared misery with a good friend; he was the one to defend against others, he was the one to seek protection against himself.
How can you love each other two such vagrants! The who is no better than the running outlaw. An exile of society who, in his hunger, is able to kill a mouthful for bread. Frigyes Trenk’s character develops most ideally in this miserable run. It is something of a medieval brotherhood of arms when two heroes chained themselves together in battle, and when one was wounded, the other either shook it, freed it, or buried it with it.
Left alone, then, the journey went faster.
In two days Frederick walked thirteen miles. The sick companion was not detained.
He stayed in Löwe for the night. There he slept on the straw among all kinds of carriers. By the time he woke up, all his money had been stolen; but even his pistols were taken away.-190- And the marshal had to pay the sixteen garas, and in return he was left with the only shirt he had received as a gift from Thorn’s mother.
Now he ran away without a penny, his only weapon being his sword.
Arriving under Marienburg, he had to cross the Vistula; for on the other side the territory of the kingdom of Prussia is already beginning.
He also found a boat and two boatmen in it.
But they asked him for two Polish pennies for the transfer.
And Trenk didn’t have two pennies in his pocket.
He did so by jumping into the boat and pulling out his sword, threatening the two boatmen to snatch them together if they were not transported for free.
And Frederick Trenk was at the point of killing two lives – for two pennies!
It was an assassination, what if he loses on it, breaks into a wheel and is told that he deserved it.
Luckily, the two ferrymen were cowards: scared. They crossed him to the other shore.
There, Frederick did not wait for them to moor, he jumped out into the water, kicked the boat back, and then ran so that they would not catch up to Marienburg.
He had no money or no shirt anymore. You hurried to visit the homesteads of Prussian and Saxon verbungos. They fed him, watered him, while he made himself drunk. Then he was locked in a chamber. Trenk lifted the door out of his corner and then ran away again in the darkness of night.
But now he didn’t have a sword. It was seized by the verbungos as a pawn. He ran into the world like the prehistoric man, who was driven out of paradise, defenseless, helpless, half-naked.
He ran for four hours, panting, while exhausted, he stumbled to the gates of a city, which he found in his folder as «Elbing». “It’s good that the map was left with the thieves.”