Prince Karl, he then learns for certain, has crossed the Moldau farther down, farther northward, between Prag and us.

Means to cut us off from Prag, then, which is our fountain of life in these circumstances?
That is his intention:--"Old Traun, who is with him, understands his trade!" thinks Friedrich.

Traun, or the Prince, is diligently forming magazines, all the Country carrying to him, in the Town of Beneschau, hither side of the Sazawa, some seventy miles north of us, an important Town where roads meet:--unless we can get hold of Beneschau, it will be ill with us here! Across the River again, at any rate; and let us hasten thither.

That is an affair which must be looked to; and speed is necessary! OCTOBER 8th, After four days' search ending in this manner, Friedrich swiftly crosses towards Tabor again, to Bechin (over on the Luschnitz, one march), there to collect himself for Beneschau and the other intricacies.

Towards Tabor again, by his Bridge of Moldau-Tein;--clouds of Pandour people, larger clouds than usual, hanging round; hidden by the woods till Friedrich is gone.