Ulrichraisedhiminhisarms。ThemanspokenoGerman，andUlrichknewbuthismothertongue;butwhentheman，turningtowardstheneighbouringvillagewithalookofterrorinhishalf—glazedeyes，pleadedwithhishands，Ulrichunderstood，andliftinghimgentlycarriedhimfurtherintothewood。
Hefoundasmalldesertedshelterthathadbeenmadebycharcoal—burners，andthereonabedofgrassandleavesUlrichlaidhim;andthereforaweekallbutadayUlrichtendedhimandnursedhimbacktolife，comingandgoingstealthilylikeathiefinthedarkness。ThenUlrich，whohadthoughthisonedesireinlifetobetokillallFrenchmen，putfoodanddrinkintotheFrenchman\'sknapsackandguidedhimhalfthroughthenightandtookhishand;andsotheyparted。
UlrichdidnotreturntoAltWaldnitz，thatlieshiddenintheforestbesidethemurmuringMuhlde。Theywouldthinkhehadgonetothewar;
hewouldletthemthinkso。Hewastoogreatacowardtogobacktothemandtellthemthathenolongerwantedtofight;thatthesoundofthedrumbroughttohimonlythethoughtoftrampledgrasswheredeadmenlaywithcursesintheireyes。
So，withheadboweddowninshame，toandfroaboutthemoaningland，Ulrichofthedreamyeyescameandwent，guidinghissolitaryfootstepsbythesoundsofsorrow，drivingawaythethingsofevilwheretheycrawledamongthewounded，makinghiswayswiftlytothesideofpain，heedlessoftheuniform。