(Canzler goes toward it. Fritz quickly says something to Rudolph. The latter walks lack in the rear.)
Rudolph— (As if to draw him away.)
Canzler, here.
Conrad—There was a sheep's pelt lying in the bank—
(With a motion.)
Down here where we could kneel to it.
Hartzel— (Coming back.)
What is it?
Conrad—It is the Christians' Irminsul. They chop
Ours down to put theirs up.
Rudolph— Canzler.
Fritz— The men
That followed Wiglaf must have put it up.
Conrad—They're closing round us, Canzler, every day.
If you say stay and fight through, for my part—