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Jerman. Mother, bring us some coffee, and something to bite! Finally, Kalander, we are alone!

Kalander. It must be so, sir! Our lands have little fair men, even those are hardly present. In these lands, god first created women, cowards, then men.

Jerman. How many lowered their heads?

Kalander. Pretty much everyone. One says they are too old, they can no more take care of politics, they only think of death now. Last year it was not so yet. Another dismisses it, trusting us to do it without them; they are busy. That's all fine. I really hate those who concur with my stand but whisper how repealing struggle and fight is. I have less hatred for those who dismissed me on the go. They know no lie and no disassembly in their hearts. They told me fair and clear: