The German Classics Of The Nineteenth And Twentieth Centuries V
Chapter 12
COLONEL KOTTWITZ, COUNT HOHENZOLLERN, CAPTAIN VON DER GOLZ _and other officers enter at the head of the cavalry._
KOTTWITZ (_outside_). Halt! Squadron, halt! Dismount!
HOHENZOLLERN AND GOLZ (_entering_). Halt, halt!
KOTTWITZ. Hey, friends, who'll help me off my horse?
HOHENZOLLERN AND GOLZ. Here--here!
[_They step outside again._]
KOTTWITZ (_still outside_). Thanks to you-ouch! Plague take me! May a son Be giv'n you for your pains, a noble son Who'll do the same for you when you grow sear.
[He enters, followed by_ HOHENZOLLERN, GOLZ _and others._]
Oh, in the saddle I am full of youth! When I dismount, though, there's a battle on As though the spirit and the flesh were parting, In wrath. [_Looking about._] Where is our chief, the Prince's Highness?
HOHENZOLL. The Prince will momentarily return.
KOTTWITZ. Where has he gone? HOHENZOLLERN. He rode down to a hamlet, In foliage hidden, so you passed it by. He will return erelong.
OFFICER. Last night, they say, His horse gave him a tumble.
HOHENZOLLERN. So they say.
KOTTWITZ. He fell?
HOHENZOLLERN (_turning_). A matter of no consequence. His horse shied at the mill, but down his flank He lightly slipped and did himself no harm. It is not worth the shadow of a thought.
KOTTWITZ (_ascending a slight elevation_). A fine day, as I breathe the breath of life! A day our God, the lofty Lord of earth, For sweeter things than deadly combat made. Ruddily gleams the sunlight through the clouds And with the lark the spirit flutters up Exultant to the joyous airs of heaven!
GOLZ. Did you succeed in finding Marshal Dorfling?
KOTTWITZ (_coming forward_). The Devil, no! What does my lord expect? Am I a bird, an arrow, an idea, That he should bolt me round the entire field? I was at Hackel hillock with the van And with the rearguard down in Hackel vale. The one man whom I saw not was the Marshal! Wherefore I made my way back to my men.
GOLZ. He will be ill-content. He had, it seemed, A matter of some import to confide.
OFFICER. His Highness comes, our commandant, the Prince!