"Dolly." Marx slowly let go of his hand, his voice trembling a little, " How did you get here?"
" You're not dead." Dolly touched Marx's cheek with her hand and felt the warmth of his face. She looked him up and down, as if to assure herself that the man before her was not a phantom. " The news said that you lost the war and that every man in the army led by Klaus died on the battlefield."
Marx sat down disheveled as he let out a long sigh, " We did lose the war."
" What about Klaus? Is he dead too?" Dolly asked nervously.
" Klaus." Marx's eyes looked helplessly into the depths of the cave, " He's right there."
Dolly followed Marx's gaze and saw a man lying on the ground with hay covering his whole body. Dolly carefully removed the hay from the man's body, and she saw Klaus's face.
