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 bolt had struck, a head rolls off here, another there, like so rnany ninepins.

Zuzanka.—We must try to prevent a reign of terror here. If we cannot offset the command of the master today, what may happen tomorrow, and on future tomorrows?

Lukan.—That is true. I will do your bidding. The execution shall be delayed. ( trembles.) But remember to shield me lady, lest the wrath of the master should pulverize me as easily as the sparrow seizes the worm. (Walks away; enters.)

Rozmberk (Noticing Lukan).—Has the penalty been executed?

Lukan.—I just came to inform Your Grace that the executioner will arrive after a time.

Rozmberk.—Why does he delay?

Lukan.—He could not be found.

Rozmberk.—Let him be here at the appointed time,—I shall hold you for it.

Lukan (to himself).—It appears that two heads will fall today,—and the second will probably be mine! (Walks away.)

Rozmberk.—It seems that everything has arraigned itself against me, everywhere resistance, conflict, and trouble. I shall yet have my will obeyed—they who themselves could not exist without me, are they to regard me as their plaything, a mere toy?

Zuzanka.—All the time more and more angry! Surely nothing more has happened than the occurrence of that duel?

Rozmberk.—Nothing more, you say? I believe it is enough when the conflict is taking place under my very eyes, when the sharp edges of swords are flashing in the game for my support,—and finally, as it seems, against me!

Zuzanka (Changing the subject)—Is Hannewaldt seriously wounded?

Rozmberk.—Fortunately, only enough to end the duel and allow him to leave this place at once.

Zuzanka (To herself).—Ah, how welcome! (Aloud) Give him orders, I pray you, to leave.

Rozmberk (Decidedly).—And Kinský with him. ( stirs uneasily.)