lit project

After Ulrich's men settled on the crest of the hill, he wandered far down the forest looking for Georg Znyaem.

Moments later he came across his enemy. Both men stood staring at each other for long silent moment. Each man had a riiffle in his hand.

Before any actions from the men, nature took the matters into her own hands. A storm crashed over their heads.

Literally.

So you're not killed, as you ought to be, but you're caught, anyway.

caught fast. Ho, what a jest, Ulrich Von Gradwitz snared in his stolen forest. There's real justice for you!

Im caught in my own forest land.

When my men come to release us, you will wish ,perhaps, that you were in a better plight than caught poaching on a neighbors land, shame on you.

'No, I can scarcely see anything; there is

so much blood caked round my eyes,and in any case I don't drink wine

with an enemy.

Could you reach this flask if I threw it over to

you?"

"There is good wine

in it, and one may as well be as comfortable as one

can. Let us drink, even if tonight one of us dies.

Neighbor," he said presently,

"do as you

please if your men come first. It was a fair com-

pact. But as for me, I've changed my mind. If my

men are the first to come, you shall be the first to

be helped, as though you were my guest. We

have quarreled like devils all our lives over this

stupid strip of forest, where the trees can't even

stand upright in a breath of wind.



Lying heretonight, thinking, I've come tothink we've been

rather fools; there are better things in life than

getting the better of a boundary dispute .Neighbor, if you will help me to bury the old quarrel,I-I will ask you to be my friend."