Mounted upon Caesar, his favorite horse, he looked today more bent, his back more bowed with the burden of years; and it was plainly visible that the hand which held the staff crosswise over the horse's neck, holding at the same time the bridle, trembled from very weakness.
"That is Frederick," said Herr Wolff to himself.

"That is the hero before whom Europe has trembled; the daring prince who caused the sun to rise upon his country, and awaken the spirits to cheerful life.

Oh, how lamentable; how much to be regretted, that a hero, too, can grow feeble and old! Oh, cruel fate, that the noblest spirits embodied in this fragile humanity, and--" Suddenly he ceased, and looked at the king amazed and with admiration.
The old man had become the hero again.

The bowed form was erect, the face beamed with energy and conscious power, the eyes flashed with bold daring, strong and sonorous was the voice.

The king had turned to his generals, who were drawn up around him in a large circle, saying: "Gentlemen, I come to take leave of you.