“You misjudge me!” said Rotgier.
“Do not trust yourself,” interrupted Zygfried, “because your body and soul will become effeminate, and the knee of that hard race will some day bear heavily upon your breast, so that you will not be able to arise any more.” And he the third time rested his gloomy head on his hand, but he apparently conversed with his own conscience only, and thought of himself only, because he said after a while:
“Much human blood, much pain, many tears weigh heavily on me also … moreover I did not hesitate to seek other means, when the Order was in question, and when I saw I should not succeed by mere force; but when I stand before the Almighty, I shall tell Him: ‘I did that for the Order, and for myself—what I chose.’”
And having said this, he put his hands to his brea
