But Charles XII.

would not yield a whit; sent orders peremptorily, from his bed at Bender or Demotica, that there must be no surrender.

Neither could the sluggish enemy compel surrender.
So that, at length, it had grown a feeble wearisome welter of inextricable strifes, with worn-out combatants, exhausted of all but their animosity; and seemed as if it would never end.

Inveterate ineffective war; ruinous to all good interests in those parts.

What miseries had Holstein from it, which last to our own day! Mecklenburg also it involved in sore troubles, which lasted long enough, as we shall see.