Once they settled down a bit, Georg told him to keep quiet and play dead. Both men felt shivers down their spine. As the wolves approached, there was nothing they could do but hope for some miracle to occur. Ulrich began to make prayers silently, while Georg tried all in his power not to scream from all the pain and fear
Once the two men had made the horrific realization that it would only be a matter of minutes before the wolves reached them, they began to panic.
By the time the wolves arrived, Georg’s men came out from behind the trees and scared them away by shooting their guns in the air, and found that Georg was unconscious. Ulrich was extremely relieved to see that people had come to save them, before realizing that Georg won’t be able to explain what happened. When the men arrived, They noticed that Georg was unconscious. He still had a pulse, but he was badly injured. “Perhaps we were too late?'' said one of the men. “Look! Over here!” shouted another. It was none other than Ulrich Von Gradwitz, covered in blood from all the scars on his chest and neck, illuminated by the light of the sun rising over the horizon.
“We can’t trust him. He’s wanted us dead ever since we took what was rightfully ours. A sudden change of heart makes little sense”, said one of his men, “Yes, but look at him. He’s in too much pain to kill us or Sir Znaeym. Also, if Sir Znaeym wanted to kill him he would’ve done so already”, another one of his men said. After much infighting and arguing, they ultimately decided to help Ulrich and Georg and lift up the big tree off of them.