Ulrich von Gradwitz seeks his human enemy, in a forest owned by Ulrich, on a winter night up in the karpathians, to end a quarrel that has been around for generations.
"We fight this quarrel out to the death, you and I and our foresters, with no cursed interlopers to come between us. Death and damnation to you, Ulrich von Gradwitz"
"The same to you, Georg Znaeym, forest-thief, game-snatcher"
Ulrich Von Gradwitz found his human enemy, the game-snatcher and raider of the disputed border-forest and inheritor of the quarrel, Georg Znaeym. The two meet face to face on this winter night with no one else, but themselves.
"Could you reach this flask if I threw it over to you?", "there is good wine in it, and one may as well be as comfortable as one can. Let us drink , even if to-night one of us die."
"No, I can scarcely see anything; there is so much blood caked round my eyes, and in any case I don't drink wine with an enemy.
The two enemies stood glaring at one another for a long silent moment with a rifle in both they're hands. the chance to murder each other had come, but a man cannot easily nerve himself to shoot down his own neighbor in cold blood without words spoken.
"Are they your men?, Are they your men?"
"Who are they?"
"I can't see distinctly."
The clash a falling beech tree brought the two enemies down. Ulrich found himself stretched on the ground one arm numb and both legs pinned down beneath him. Georg alive struggling, but pinned down also. Now both threatening each other with there henchmen.
Ulrich waiting for his henchmen takes a drink from his flask of wine and offers to Georg becoming friends bit by bit.
Both men shout raising their voices with every shout they do. Ulrich soon laughs a idiotic laugh and gives a joyful cry and tells Georg it is wolves who come for them.