"Where are the other corpses, and where are the wounded?"
"The corpses are in the snow so as to stiffen whilst the coffins are being made, and the wounded are being attended to in the hospital."
Zygfried again ran his hands over his head.
"And one man did that!… God, have the Order under Thy care, when it comes to a great war with this wolfish race!"
Upon that Rotgier turned up his eyes, as if recollecting something, and said: "I heard in Wilno, how the bailiff of Samboz spoke to his brother the master: 'If you do not make a great war and get rid of them, so that even their name shall not remain, then woe to us and our nation.'"
"May God give such a war and a meeting with them!" said one of the noble novices.
Zygfried looked at him for some time, as if he wanted to say: "You could have met one of them to-day," but seeing the small and youthful figure of the novice, and perhaps remembering that he himself, although famous for his courage, did not care to expose himself to a sure destruction, refrained and inquired:
"Who saw Jurand?"
"I," replied von Bergow.
"Is he alive?"