Eighteen months have passed in anticipation! In the absence of a semester, it has been ten years since Frederick Trenk was buried alive.
Prison doors were locked in the winter and left open in the summer. Officers came to see him draw the chicory on the chalice with a chisel. They listened to his satires and wrote a whole book out of them: he mocked the czopf, and the rosary, the courtiers, and the fiscalists.
One autumn day in the morning, the doors were opened again; but only to be closed again in an hour. But the speech of the big city also broke through him through the window of the prison. The bells talked to each other, the trumpet chatter, the drum spin competed with them, their beds banged, the line firing. Frederick understood the giants’ speech. There is something big dead in Magdeburg.
He soon found out. The investigating officer, who arrived at the prison at noon, opened up to him:
– Comrade, I brought back your word of honor. We just buried the prince. Your prison is now closed. You know the rest.
He knew the rest.-347-
He was now released to continue his escape work.
The new governor was also a humane man (Reichman). He allowed Frederick to read newspapers. He learned from them that Empress Elizabeth had died, her successor, Emperor Peter, had turned to Russian politics and encouraged the warring parties to make peace. Both were already exhausted and plunged into debt.
But for Frederick Trenk, peace did not bring liberation either.
His worst enemies were in Vienna. Those who even managed the remaining Trenk’s legacy and wanted to forge it. These are the vultures!
Frigyes Trenk reopened the floor of his prison, took out the bricks with which the badger was walled in and found the first channel through which he wanted to break out, and found his tools, pistol and gold.
He had the help of his iron stove this time. His prison had a three-layer plank, and he cut out the two of them and burned it piece by piece in the furnace, and in the cavity thus attacked he could hide the sand which he had dug in the continuation of the canal; he didn’t have to bother removing it.
One day, however, he lost on this job.
When he had gone so far with his underground canal that he had reached the outer wall of the bastion, a large stone detached from its foundation and blocked the way back behind him.
He was buried alive!
He faced the most terrible death: drowning underground.
Even in this desperate situation, his spiritual strength did not leave him.
His first task was to widen the canal so much that he could turn around in it. But again, with the dug sand, he closed only the gap he had broken so far, so that he trudged the ground with his face.
During this closed cavity he soaked up the air so that -348-he began to drown. He bit the sand in agony, there was still some life-giving air in it.
He was finally able to turn in his badger. But then he had only reached the big stone that blocked his path.
It was impossible to lift it back to where it had fallen, and it was even to be feared that even more stones would fall into the mountains.
Well, he had to catch the killer job.
Dig a pit under the stone in the suffocating air and sink it into it.
He fainted, resurrected and scraped the ground further. But the more the stone was dug down, the more it buried itself. The sand reached his lips like a wave floating in the water.
As the stone finally slipped, at least fresh air came in through the opening. (What fresh air is underground.)
After a long period of bitter work, he took it so much that he could pull the large stone into the dug pit and through it he could hide in the canal again. He hurried out of it.
When he was returned to his prison, he greeted that sad mosquito like paradise. He took himself off his tombstone in his floor and kissed him. The dead man who had escaped from his grave blessed his tombstone so that he could kiss his name engraved on it.
And there the oppression, the torment, overwhelmed him.
It was day. If you don’t wake up by noon, the investigating officer will find the open cavity here, everything will be betrayed.
It was good luck that he had a benefactor who awoke him, a fierce cough. The lungs, tormented by the stinking air, didn’t let him sleep long.
Then, in the midst of a big cough and crackling, he did the concealment work, put the cut-out plank in place and threw himself on his bed.
Supervisors found him there feverish and drowned.
He even continued to work. He’s back to that awful thing again -349-into a cavity where he had once suffered the torments of a buried alive.
But first, he dashed the dangerous point from which the foundation stones might have fallen with planks sawn out from the bottom floor of his prison.
During this he made peace in Hubertsburg. The warring parties exchanged their prisoners of war. Frederick could hear the vigation of the Croats in the star rampart through the prison window. However, his prison remained closed. No one took into account that he was also the dragoon captain of Maria Theresa.
And while Frederick Trenk dug the underground canal to get him out of his prison, another living creature drilled an opposite hole that led to his prison: a small mouse.
For two years, this tiny animal was Frederick’s permanent companion, a reveler, who danced on his knees, ate from the palm of his hand, and came out of his hole to whistle.
If we were Hindus who believe in soul migration, we would have to accept that the little animal was inhabited by the soul of the beautiful Jelvira, who came to visit her lover in this form.
Frederick only continued mining every third day, he had to spend the intervening night resting. On nights spent at home like this, the mouse kept running around his prison and chewing on his door as if he wanted to pierce it for the prisoner.
One night the guards became aware of the chewing and reported it to the major.
The officer immediately hurried with his foot to Frederick’s prison.
The bottom of the door was indeed drilled through, the sawdust-sized shavings lying there.
– What were you doing here? the major asked.
– I do not. But the mouse.
– Where does the mouse come from?
– I do not know.-350-
Well, they immediately called a bricklayer, a locksmith, and they searched every corner of the prison: they didn’t find the mouse hole. But more notable is the fact that Frederick’s shaft opening was not even found, by which time the mouse could have easily guided them.
They were all new people. The familiar faces had been replaced by others. Instead of the officers of the People’s Army, who had already been won by Trenk, came ordinary soldiers who did not yet know anything about the prisoner’s attempts to escape for ten years.
Frigyes Trenk ridiculed them for their research.
One day he whistled and the mouse immediately jumped up and ran over his shoulder. He was hiding there in the straw of his bed.
Frederick begged the major not to destroy the mouse.
The major promised him that he would take him home to his wife, and with that he covered the piczinyke rebel in a handkerchief and took him with him to the guard room.
There he released it on the table to produce the little monster in front of the officers. At the same time, however, it jumped to the ground and hid in the guardroom without any chase.
The next day, when the major came with the dust foot to examine the prison, the little mouse was already on Frederick Trenk’s shoulder again.
How could he sneak in here unnoticed from the guardroom? it was not invented by anyone.
The major then took the clown animal straight home to his wife. He put it in the cage, gave him nuts and marzipan. But the little mouse ate nothing and ended his mouse life three days later. She probably moved back to a beautiful Daurian princess again. Enough of a mouse-soul! What would you do with a lion’s soul?
One day there was a fire hazard in the city: it was the duty of the sun major to take his team to the scene of the emergency. -351-to hurry: he entrusted Trenk’s prison keys to a lieutenant. At noon he came to the prison trial.
When the tip and the cleaning prisoner left, the officer was left behind.
When they were alone in the prison, the lieutenant himself offered Frederick how Schell was ready to escape from the Magdeburg constellation with the Glatz captivity. He must also desert him because of his debts that have outgrown his head.
Frederick immediately handed his friend fifty gold.
With that, it was won.
There was no question of hiding through the underground canal. The plan was much simpler.
The buddy makes four similar keys in the city with a locksmith, with which the locks of his prison open. You can get these while you have lunch with Major Walrabe, a captive but wealthy general.
On the day the major goes home to his wife in the city, the lieutenant sends the grenades on duty from the star rampart with various commissions.
Then the good friend comes to his prison; he orders the two guarding grenades to go into the prisoner’s prison to bring out his bed.
Then Frederick, while the two soldiers are mumbling to the bed, suddenly jumps out of prison, slams the door on them, turns the key in the lock. Then he locks the other three doors and runs out with that lieutenant at the gate of the star rampart; there are two saddled paripa waiting for them: half an hour later they are beyond the Prussian border.