The friends were startled by the impaired look of his usually so composed, handsome, and manly features.
He must have gone through some fearful inward struggle. His sound, simple nature, which seemed to be all of one piece, could not endure the strife of doubtful duties and contradictory feelings.
"I have summoned you," he said with great effort, "to hear and support my decision in our grave position. How heavy have been our losses in this attack?"
"Three thousand dead," said Earl Teja, very gravely.
"And about six thousand wounded," added Hildebrand.
Witichis closed his eyes as if in pain. Then he said:
"It cannot be helped, Teja. Give at once the command for a second attack!"
"How! what!" cried the three leaders like one man.
"It cannot be helped," repeated the King. "How many thousands hast thou brought us, Hildebad?"
"Three; but they are dead tired from the march. They cannot fight to-day."