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For the third time he heard his name called for the third time a voice, as if from heaven, rang, "Trenck! Trenck!" Trenck gathered all his little strength, and replied: "Who calls me?" "It is I," said the faithful Gefhart; "have I not sworn to bring you help? I have crept over the wall only to say to you that I think of you that you must not despair that help is nigh, even at the door.
He moved more slowly than before, but his work progressed. It could scarcely be midnight, and half the door was cut through. The moon shed her peerless rays through the little window and lighted his work, and showed him what remained to be done. In two hours he would finish, and then remained only the fifth door which opened on the wall, and which Gefhart assured him was not difficult.
The faithful grenadier, Gefhart, who had been won over by the princess, had given him the necessary instruments, and through the bars of his prison had conveyed to him such food as would strengthen him for his giant task.
An unknown friend has sent you a greeting by me; he has given me a roll of gold to be useful in your flight. Come near, I will throw it to you through the window." "It is too late, Gefhart, all is too late! I lie bathed in my blood; to-morrow they will find me dead!" "But why die?" cried the fresh, strong voice of Gefhart; "why wish for death, now when escape is possible?
Nothing was now wanting but gold, to enable Trenck, when he had escaped, to hire a little boat, which would place him on the other side of the Elbe gold, to enable him to make a rapid flight. Gefhart had undertaken to deliver Trenck's letter to the princess, asking for this money.
If he could break these chains the first step was taken, and only the doors remained to be opened. By close observation, he had discovered that the inner door of his prison was of wood. The faithful Gefhart had managed to inform him that the other doors were also of wood.
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