Miklas. Two.
Cölestin. And thou didst open it?
Miklas. Yes. I had lain a long time in bed, but I arose. The moonlight fell bright through the window-bars. I saw them and was afraid.
Cölestin. Why?
Miklas. The first had long white hair hanging all wild and shaggy about a gloomy brow. One leg was hacked off, and a wooden one replaced it.
Cölestin. Thou will still--?
Miklas. Whoever looked into that eye, must know, my lord: Hans Lorbass stood before me.
Cölestin. And the other?
Miklas. It is hard to say.
Cölestin. Still thou knowest him?