The beautiful ester

Frigyes Trenk became aware several times in his prison that there was a ringing, whining female voice outside in the yard, mixed with the guard’s gross rejection. Sometimes the angry voice of the guard softens into a soft rumble and then the female voice becomes a quick whisper.

That’s when good old Gefhardt always stands on his strass.

Once through the window, Frederick asked the guard:

– What kind of woman is here?

“Well, that Jewish girl: Esther Heymann, whose father is locked up here in her opposite barn.” He comes here to talk to his father through the window. He comes here from afar. Dessauban lakik.

“I want to talk to that Jewish girl.”

– It could be; as soon as he comes back from his father’s window.

And Frigyes Trenk was able to win the young girl’s willingness from the prison window: though she couldn’t see her face, she just took her word. The girl was ready to rush into all danger for her.

The next time the friendly soldier was at the guard post again, the beautiful Esther appeared under the prisoner’s young prison window and brought her everything she wanted: stationery, a raspberry.

To take them over, Trenk ripped the shards off his bridle, tied them into a long wand, and tucked it through the wire mesh, pulled it up to itself.

Then he wrote letters.

One for your sister. (To the same one whose husband is Waldow -309-Count, he was driven out of his house during the outbreak of Glatzi.) He was now a widow.

He asked him to give Esther Heymann three hundred thalers, which he would bring to her as a travel expense.

Travel cost to escape!

That wasn’t enough of the nonsense yet; in addition, he wrote a letter to the Austrian ambassador to Berlin, in which he said with gossip about the fact that he would now escape from this prison with the help of two grenades. He attached a thousand forint bill of exchange to his letter, instructing the ambassador to pay the value to the mass guardian in Vienna and hand over the money to Eszter Heymann.

If the beautiful Jewish girl had told this crazy commission to her father sitting in prison, it would surely have forbidden her daughter this evil business under a curse. But he was very able to win the heart of that unfortunate young man. He undertook everything. He visited Frederick’s sister far away on earth: from him he took over the three hundred thalers. He then reached the Austrian ambassador, Count Puebla, and handed him the letter and the bill of exchange. This then instructed his secretary, Mr. Weingarten. To the certain, who was a traitor paid by the Prussian government in the service of the Austrian embassy, ​​by whose infidelity King Frederick received in advance the entire war plan of the Austrians.

Then he told himself all right with the beautiful Esther. How is Frigyes Trenk preparing to break out of prison? Once upon a time, the two grenades who have been bribed will strike at your door. He also told their names. It is good luck that he kept silent about old Gefhardt’s name.

Mr. Weingarten told the girl that she was very well; just take Frederick Trenk to Magdeburg with the money sent by his sister, and then come back to him for his thousand forints; by then he will pay that bill in Vienna.-310-

And with that, these pribs went straight up to the Prussian minister and told him the whole escape plan.

Eszter Heymann hurried to Magdeburg.

Luckily, in front of the citadel bridge, he met one of his grenade wives, who wailedly complained to him that those two certain grenades had been captured, one had been sentenced to gallows, and his master seven times under, seven times up for a cane run.

The Jewish girl understood the danger at the same time and turned around, not even stopping at the border.

And Frigyes Trenk waited impatiently for his pigeon to return.

One day, old Gefhardt stood guard in front of his window.

– My lord. Your business went to Gypsy Street. The two grenades who were inaugurated were captured. One died on the gallows, the other died during the caning. The Jewish girl ran away. His father was interrogated under a stick to tell him where his daughter was. He confessed nothing. It also died in the stick.

Frigyes Trenk was horrified by this news. Three people fell victim to his stubbornness.

Even more followed!

The guard continued:

“Now, my lord, if you want to escape, just break yourself through the wall and then swim across the Elbe.” But don’t wait long for him. The king was here when your business came to light. He confirmed the judgments. And he commanded you that a whole separate dungeon should be built in the rampart, strong enough not to be guarded, so that you could not waste the guards. They have already begun construction; work goes fast. Don’t wait long.

Frigyes Trenk was desperate for this bad news to finish drilling. The rifle had already burst through the layer of bricks: all it took was one more repulsion to make the gap walkable.-311-

But by then he was so tired of the effort at work that he did not dare to tempt him to swim across the river. He allowed himself a day’s rest.

It was only Sunday. They will not come to see the prison earlier than Wednesday.

The next day, Monday night, the prison doors are opened to his great horror. He barely had time to hide his knife.

The space commander and the auxiliary officer entered with a lantern in their hand.

“Get dressed quickly,” the major said.

To this he put on his uniform: the close-up regiment of the Cordua.

Then the aide gave him a frog chain, instructing him to attach it to one of his hands and feet. Below that, the major blindfolded his eyes, took him by the arm, and took him out of his cell.

He couldn’t know where he was being taken. The free air hit his face.

He was then pushed into a car that was open. He sat next to one officer, across from the other.

The car rolled across the bridge. The rain started to fall. The fresh May spray fell well on his face. Prisoners do not wash. Now at least it is washed away by the thunderstorm.

The chariot rumbles along the pavement: it is carried through the city, then through the market. There is a great popular bankruptcy. He hears his name shouted and some sayings: «This is Trenk! Poor guy! Where are they taking me? Get your head in the star chain! » A female voice exclaimed mercifully, “God be merciful to the soul of the poor!”

“The consolation is that I die innocently,” said Frederick Trenk calmly. Behold, the sky itself washes my face clean.

And he proudly turned his face to the pouring shower.