The waiting dragged on endlessly. At first, Henry waited hidden in his position, but when nothing happened for a long time, he got up and began pacing. When, suddenly, he heard an urgent bird's voice, he almost panicked and threw himself headlong into his place, but no further squawking sounded, which meant that only some traveller was passing. As he sat, trying to calm his breath and his wildly beating heart, he watched through the leaves as an empty wagon rattled past.

After third false alarm, his heart-rate barely quickened, and he only wondered, mildly annoyed, how many more people would pass through before they could get the one they were waiting for. He hesitated for a moment, but then sent a short prayer to the heavens so that no one would disturb them during the assault.

And it seemed as if God had heard him, because no more travellers appeared since. After some time, that seemed like an eternity to Henry, he couldn't stand it anymore. He got up again and went to the place where Sir Capon was supposed to be hidden. He found the young nobleman resting his head while sitting and absently digging up dirt with a dagger. Everything within his range bore traces of his weapon. Henry wanted to sneak up on him but stepped on a dry twig. Capon jumped to his feet and looked around wildly, trying to put a scarf on his face that had hung around his neck until then.

"Henry, what are you doing here?!" Capon stopped struggling with the scarf and dropped it again.

"I'm bored. I couldn't stand the waiting anymore."

"Well, me too. But I'm really glad you came to complain first. Few more minutes and I would've gone to you. At least once I'm the better one of us." And Capon grinned at Henry.

Henry grinned back, then sat down next to him.

"How are you feeling?" Capon asked.

Henry had to think for a moment before answering, "I'm a little scared. But I can't wait for the bastard to be done with. And that actually worries me. I'm sure I shouldn't be looking forward to killing someone."

Before Capon could answer, there was a bird call again. And after it a second one. And shortly after that, a third. Henry and Capon jumped to their feet. Capon said nothing more, just squeezed Henry's hand and then grabbed his crossbow. Henry ran back to his post. He made it in time. When the riders finally appeared in his field of vision, he was ready.

They rode in two files, at a fast trot. First a pair of guards, then Markvart von Aulitz alone, followed by two other pairs of men. Henry tightened his grip on his crossbow, so that it wouldn't slip in his suddenly sweaty palms, and glanced briefly beside him, where he had another one ready, in case he needed a second shot. Then he focused on the road again. The first pair of riders were just passing him. Then Markvart was at his level. And then he heard a sharp crack.

The tree that Sir Capon had previously pointed out fell in front of the first riders. Both men shouted in surprise and pulled their horses aside. The animals reared up and their neighing echoed through the holloway. One of the horses slipped and fell down with its rider. The rest of the group reacted a little slower. Before they could stop their horses, they ran a little further and, suddenly, they were all huddled together.

Then there was another crack and a second tree fell into the holloway, cutting off the riders' way back. And at that moment, Henry aimed and fired. A bolt from his crossbow struck Markvart's horse just behind its front legs. The animal roared in pain, jumped aside, and fell on its side with the rider still in the saddle. The other shooters also didn't wait for anything and their shots found their targets. The riders fell to the ground. The frightened horses stomped around, and the men, who might have survived the crossbow fire, were trampled by their own animals. Barely a minute passed since Markvart's party had first appeared.

Henry picked up his second crossbow and half went and half slid down to the bottom of the holloway. Sir Capon and Otto's men joined him. No one paused or spoke. The biggest work was just beginning for them. Stephen and his men immediately dispersed – their task was to check and finish off any survivors and then remove all traces that could point to what really happened there.

Some of the horses calmed down a bit and ran away, and Henry could see the place where Markvart's horse lay. His rider was just rising from the ground. Henry aimed his crossbow at him and started walking to him. Sir Capon remained close behind him. Markvart von Aulitz noticed them immediately.

"Who are you and what do you want? Do you even know who you just attacked?!" His voice was sharp and domineering, but he kept his hands away from his body to show he had no weapon in them.

"We know very well who you are," replied Henry, slowly approaching.

"And who sent you, you bastards? Who is the coward that hires thugs to do his dirty work for him?"

Henry said nothing, just snorted derisively and stopped a short distance from the German nobleman – so that he couldn't suddenly pounce on him and surprise him. Now that he finally had Markvart where he had wanted him, he felt strangely calm.

"If it is a ransom you want, we can definitely come to some agree– "

"We want justice," Henry interrupted him. "You're a dead man, already, Markvart von Aulitz. But you can choose how you die. I challenge you to a duel, sir. Accept, and you can die like a man with a sword in hand. Refuse, and we'll shoot you."

"I am afraid I don't understand," Markvart said haughtily, but there was something uncertain about him. "What justice?"

"Enough talking. Choose now!" Henry knew he should hurry. Miraculously, no more travellers had appeared, but it was only a matter of time.

Markvart von Aulitz froze for a moment, his eyes darting around, as if searching for a way to escape. But there was none. Henry saw the moment when Markvart really became aware of his situation. His face twisted with hatred.

"You want a duel? You can have it, you bastard. At least I can take you to Hell with me!"

Henry needed nothing more. He dropped the crossbow and drew his sword. Markvart also drew his weapon and took a few steps aside to make more room. Henry noticed out of the corner of his eye that Sir Capon picked up the crossbow and retreated a way back. And then he focused fully on his opponent.

At first, they circled around each other, until finally Henry lost his temper and attacked first. They exchanged a few blows, which they both blocked without any problems, and then, suddenly, Markvart took a quick step forward and aimed his sword directly at Henry's head. Henry knocked it aside at the last moment and jumped back. His heart was pounding and he had to swallow several times to drive away the sudden dryness in his mouth. However, he didn't have much time to calm down, as Markvart attacked again and he had to defend himself quickly.

Then they fought again for a while, without one of them gaining any major advantage. And then came a second warning for Henry. As he took a step aside, he stepped on something soft which immediately gave way beneath him (he briefly realized that it was someone's hand), and his leg twisted. Markvart took advantage of this immediately. Henry, distracted as he was, didn't have time to block Markvart's blow and his opponent's sword bit into his side. Henry cried out in pain. Capon's cry Hal! merged with his own. Panicked, he managed to push Markvart away and staggered few steps aside. A quick glance told him that he had a hole in his chainmail and the gambeson underneath. He realized, for the first time, that he might not win the fight. And it scared him.

Markvart seemed to feel his hesitation as he lunged at him again with unprecedented force. With a few blows, he pushed Henry to the slope the holloway, where their swords clinched, and they pushed against each other for a moment. Henry was able to see Stephen and his men, who interrupted their work and watched the duel, and then he got such a blow to his face that darkness swam before his eyes. He howled in pain again. The scarf, which had been tied around his face until then, slid down.

"You?!" shouted Markvart, taking a step back in surprise. "Did Bergow send you to kill me?"

"Bergow can go to hell," growled Henry, blinking to clear his eyes. Blood was pouring from his nose. "I'll kill you myself for what you did in Skalitz!"

"And Skalitz again. It certainly weights on you mind, doesn't it?" Markvart sneered, but then, suddenly, fell silent and his eyes widened in astonishment. "Wait, I remember you. The boy in the gate who just stood there while the others ran. It was you." Markvart laughed again. "Let me guess – someone close to you died in Skalitz and you're now eager to take revenge on someone, aren't you?"

Henry let him speak, breathing deeply and gathering strength. He let the words, that would have enraged him any other time, pass over his head. All he saw in front of him was a scene from that fateful day – his father lying on the ground in the dust and, next to him, his mother who had just been cut down by a Cuman saber. And the face of Markvart von Aulitz, standing indifferently aside and looking directly at him. He closed his eyes for a brief moment to overcome the emotions that raged in him, and when he opened them again, he saw the same face grinning at him. He took one last breath and then attacked without a word.

This time, it was Markvart who raised his weapon to defend himself a moment later than he should have. The tip of Henry's sword cut his cheek and ear. The German screamed and pressed his hand to his face. Henry's next blow was blocked only half-heartedly, and Henry knocked out the sword out of his opponent's hand easily. Markvart staggered and threw up his hands – and Henry reached out and stabbed hard in the exposed body. His weapon pierced the ring shirt and went through the torso. Markvart's yes bulged, and he gasped. Henry then drew his sword out and blood spurted violently from the wound. Markvart collapsed to the ground.

"See you in hell," he growled and then breathed his last.

Henry dropped his sword from his suddenly limp hand and sat down heavily on the ground. Sir Capon ran to him and was saying something, but Henry barely noticed him. He stared at the dead body and couldn't believe it was finally over. How many months had he imagined this moment and the satisfaction he would feel after finally avenging the death of his parents. But now that it really happened, he felt… what exactly? He didn't know. His head was strangely light, and he thought that if he moved, something would surely happen.

"Hal, Hal! Can you hear me?" Capon knelt right in front of him, obscuring the view of Markvart's body. Henry blinked and finally looked at him.

"What?"

"I don't know, you looked completely out of it. I was worried about you. We should look at the wound on the side," Capon blurted out. He seemed quite relieved.

As soon as Capon said it, Henry became aware of the various aches and pains in his body. His hip was on fire, his head ached fiercely, and there was a stinging pain in his ankle. He groaned and hid his head in his hands.

"We should get out of here, quickly. I can handle it for a while longer."

"If you think so." There were strong doubts in Sir Capon's voice. "Then sit here and wait, I'll go help them."

Henry turned carefully so that he didn't have to look at Markvart's body and watched as Capon joined Stephen and his men, who were robbing the dead. They tried to confiscate anything that might reveal who the dead were. They also took money pouches and any valuables they could find. So that it would look like a robbery. They were done soon. Sir Capon then helped Henry to his feet and supported him on the way back to their horses.

Once they were there, Henry sat down by a tree and closed his eyes. Capon then checked the wound on his side. When they found out it wasn't bleeding anymore, Henry remained seated and Capon helped with packing and loading the horses. Henry, meanwhile, almost fell asleep. He didn't know how he got upon the horse. For a moment, he sat in the saddle alone and could hear snippets of conversation dimly around him. Then he felt someone climb behind him. It was Sir Capon.

"Hold on, Hal. Stephen will take us through the forest. Somewhere to the north, there is another road that leads to Jičin. He will accompany us there and then return to Trosky. Just lean on me and rest."

Henry leaned back gratefully and rested his head on Capon's shoulder. And then he didn't know about the world anymore.

They didn't reach Jičin that day. Stephen led them to a herbalist who had her cottage north of the town. At first, the woman was reluctant, but when they showed her a pouch full of coins, she allowed Henry and Sir Capon to stay with her. Stephen and his men then said their goodbyes and left. Stepehn assured them that he wouldn't besmirch them in front of Sir Otto because of the duel – everything turned out well, in the end. Henry hoped he was telling the truth.

The herbalist also treated Henry's injuries. It turned out the wound in his side wasn't serious – his armour softened the blow a lot, but he still got scolded that he should've taken care of it right away. Then she told him to lie down in her bed for the rest of the day (there wasn't any other in the cottage), and she went out. She said to collect herbs. Before she disappeared, she told them they didn't have to try to rob her, because she had nothing of value and all of her money was hidden in the woods, where they would never find it.

Henry lay down on the bed. He felt pretty miserable, but he didn't want to sleep. He just lay there for a while, but soon became bored. Sir Capon went out some time ago, and when Henry heard swearing and an angry animal snorts, he got up and hobbled to the door. From there, he saw Capon trying to groom his horse. The other two horses were already done, but his animal was struggling, gnashing its teeth and rolling its eyes. Henry had to laugh, but at the same time he was very glad. A few days ago, he had been angry with Capon and thought about leaving so that he wouldn't have to see him again, but from the moment they had brawled in the forest, Capon had proven to him time and again that he took their friendship seriously. Henry didn't wait any longer and went to Capon's aid.

"Hal, you should be resting."

"I know, but I couldn't help but hear you, sir. You seem in need of some help."

Capon frowned at him, but then threw up his hands helplessly.

"I can't say I have much experience, but I've been taught how to groom horses. But your beast won't let me touch it!"

"Wait, I'll hold his head and it'll be all right."

Under Henry's touch, the horse become tame like a lamb, and Capon took care of him without further problem. Immediately after, he sent Henry back inside. There, Henry lay down again and Capon sat on a bench by the wall. They were both silent for a while. Henry felt he should say something, but he didn't know where to start, and Sir Capon eventually spoke first.

"How are you, Hal?"

"Not so well, my side is burning where that woman smeared it with the ointment and –"

"I know you are in pain. I didn't mean it that way."

"I see."

Henry thought for a moment. He realized what Capon was asking him, but before he could answer, he needed to clarify it for himself.

"You know, somehow, I was hoping to feel better. Don't get me wrong, sir, I'm glad the bastard is dead. He deserved to die, and not just for my parents. But every time I imagined it, I thought I would feel something more – victory, satisfaction. But, in truth, I just feel relieved that it's over."

Capon watched him with a thoughtful expression.

"It's weird, isn't it? You do something important, something you care about and then you're not even happy… "

"It is, sir."

"John."

"What?"

"Call me John," repeated Capon, his face flushing slightly. "I mean, when we're alone," he added hurriedly.

Henry stared at Capon in astonishment and couldn't speak. When he said nothing for a long time, Capon continued:

"I remember my father calling me that when I was little. After he died, it was only ever Hans or sir or nephew… You are my friend. The best I have. The only true friend I have. And I wish you wouldn't have to call me sir. All the time. That is, if you want it too…" Capon looked at Henry with a mixture of fear and hope.

Henry snapped at himself in his mind to get it together and answered hastily.

"I'd love to… John." The name felt so strange and foreign on his tongue, but at the same time, he couldn't wait to say it again.

Capon smiled at him and jumped to his feet.

"That calls for a toast!" he said, running outside and returning with a wine skin. Then he rummaged through the herbalist's things, but found only one cup. He hesitated for a moment, but then noticed some empty potion vials. He took two, sniffed at them, then shrugged and poured them both. He handed one vial to Henry and sat down at the foot of the bed.

"To friendship!"

"To friendship."

The next day, the herbalist threw them out at dawn. But Henry didn't mind. He was feeling much better than the day before and they rode slowly. They talked, laughed, and Capon made plans to find a tavern in the evening and have some fun. But first they had to go to Jičin and find out how their men were doing.

At first, they wandered around the town a bit, because last time they had come from different direction, but in the end, they found the right place. But an unpleasant surprise awaited them at the inn. As they entered the yard, Henry had a strange feeling. Something was wrong, but he couldn't say exactly what. Sir Capon pinpointed it for him:

"Where is everyone? Grooms, maids, guests? They must be awake by this time."

They reached the stable and dismounted. There were only few horses inside, their troughs empty, their fur dirty, and their manes tangled.

"Aren't these our horses? I recognize that chestnut there. It belongs to Jakub," noticed Henry.

"Well, at least we know they're still here. But what's happened here?" Capon frowned.

"John, look!" Henry saw that a priest had just come out of the main building of the inn. "Come on, let's ask him."

With Capon hot on his heels, he headed to the priest. The clergyman noticed them and waited for them.

"Praised be Jesus Christ," Henry greeted him.

"Forever and ever. Amen," the priest replied, smiling kindly at him.

"Father, can you please tell us what's going on here?"

The smile immediately disappeared from the priest's face.

"Nothing good, son. If you are looking for accommodation or entertainment, you will not find it here. You better turn back and go somewhere else."

Henry exchanged a startled look with Capon. A sense of foreboding seized him. He quickly explained to the priest why they were there.

"I am afraid I have bad news for you, then," the priest said in a serious voice. "It turned out that the mushrooms the innkeeper prepared were probably very poisonous. The apothecary, who was called when the patients did not improve, came to this conclusion. That was three days ago. Since then, they only call for me. Today, I gave the last anointing to three poor souls. May they rest in peace." The priest shook his head, then backed out of their way.

Henry and Capon didn't wait for anything and entered the inn. The taproom was empty, so they walked quickly up the stairs to the first floor. All the doors were closed and they headed for the room where they had left their men a few days ago. There was no response when they knocked. So Henry opened the door and they entered.

There lay three limp bodies on three straw mattresses. Jakub was kneeling beside one of them. He seemed to be praying. When he saw them, he jumped to his feet.

"Sir Capon! Thank God you're here!" He blurted out and ran towards them. "Adam, Vitek, Peter…" he swallowed, waving his hand vaguely behind him. He was pale and looked tired.

"I know, we've met a priest and he told us everything. How are you?"

"Still weak as a fly, but I can stay on a horse. I'll tie myself to the saddle, if I have to. But don't leave me here, please."

"Don't worry, we won't," Capon assured him.

It was after noon when they finally set off for home. At the inn, they first said a brief prayer for the dead, though neither of them really knew how. But they felt it was expected of them to do so. Then they had to figure out how to provide them with a proper burial. After much thought, they ended up at the town hall, where Sir Capon convinced the bailiff, with bribes and threats, to take care of it. Henry hoped it would be enough.

Meanwhile, Jakub was in the town asking around if there was a horse trader nearby. The animals of the dead guardsmen couldn't stay in the inn and they didn't want to take them with them either. They were lucky – a stud farm was located right outside the town. The owner didn't ask any questions and bought all the horses from them, but it was clear to Henry that he cheated them. But neither he nor Capon wanted to argue with him.

They didn't say much after that; they drove the horses as fast as they could. Jakub was trying hard to stay in the saddle, and Henry didn't do well either. He tried to talk to Sir Capon a few times, but the young nobleman answered absently and often just stared ahead of him. He seemed to be deep in thought.

They found accommodation that night in some barn, again. In the middle of the night, Henry woke up to find Capon's place empty and the barn door slightly ajar. When he came out and looked around, he saw a dark silhouette sitting on the ground.

"John? What are you doing here?"

Capon didn't even turn his head and kept staring ahead. "I can't sleep. I've been thinking a lot…"

Henry sat down next to him and said nothing. He had a feeling that Capon would continue.

"I keep thinking about how we could've died in that inn, too. It would have been so easy."

"I thought about it too. But I've faced death so many times in the last few months – I'm probably used to it by now." Henry could only guess, but he'd bet Capon hadn't experienced many dangerous situations to that day.

"It's not just death as such, Henry. When you go into a battle, you know you can die. You don't want to, you do everything you can to stop it from happening, but you know the possibility is there. But when you go to a tavern for a drink? Nobody wants to die in such a stupid way."

"That's true," Henry had to admit.

Capon sighed. "I hate to say it, but it seems that Hanush is right. He bends my ear all the time about drinking less and leaving women alone… lately, he's been threatening to marry me. And you know what, Hal? I'm starting to think it's not really a bad idea…"

"You, married? I can't imagine that," said Henry. "You laughed at me, not long ago, when I told you I wanted to marry Teresa."

"But that was before all of this happened. Somehow, it all suddenly weighs on me. My uncle often talks about our family and my responsibility to it… he keeps suggesting that I must have an heir… and soon. 'Don't let him end up like you,' he says." Capon let out another heavy sigh.

"What will you say to Sir Hanush?"

"I don't know, yet. I'll see how he takes it in when we tell him about what we did. If, even after it all, he still feels that I am useless…"

"You are not useless, John. If it weren't for you, this journey would've ended badly. If Sir Hanush has any doubts, I'll tell him how capable you are. Actually, I'll tell him anyway. That's the least I can do for you. After everything." In the darkness, Henry felt Capon's hand and squeezed it.

Capon returned the squeeze.

"I appreciate it, Hal. And I'm so glad you're my friend. Too bad I didn't realize it before."

"I'm glad to have you, too, John."

Two days later, at sunset, they finally saw the Rattay walls in the distance.

Hanush and Radzig sat down to dinner in the upper castle in Rattay when a guard burst in and announced that Sir Capon had been seen on the Neuhof road. The two noblemen jumped up from the table and went on the stairs leading to the courtyard. Just in time to see a small group of riders pass through the gate. Not only were there fewer of them than when they left, but all three men looked tired and tattered. Hanush and Radzig exchanged worried glances – something must have happened. They waited for nothing and went downstairs to greet them.

"Father!"

And Radzig gasped as Henry, without hesitation, threw himself at him and hugged him tightly.

"Uncle." Hanush was greeted much more formally by his nephew. And then Hans even bowed to him.

Hanush frowned slightly, surprised by Capon's formality, but then shook his head and hugged his nephew as well. He was even more surprised when the hug was returned.

After the greetings, Hanush carefully asked, "How did it go?"

And then the Capon whom he knew so well appeared, because his nephew grinned at him and pulled a sealed scroll from his saddlebag.

"Here's your answer, uncle. I know you will have questions. You too, Sir Radzig. I suggest you read the letter while Henry and I change clothes. We can be back with you in an hour and then we'll tell you everything."

"Very well, Hans. We will be waiting for you," replied Hanush.

Capon and Henry bowed to them, mounted their horses and headed for Pirkstein.

While Hanush studied the seal on the letter, Radzig looked at the departing young men and frowned.

"Listen, Hanush. I cannot help but think – they seem…different. Something happened to them while they were gone."

"Something must have happened, but why jump to conclusions. We'll wait for them to tell us," said Hanush waving Radzig's worries aside. "Let's go open the letter. I can't wait to see what's inside."

"...and with these words I end my letter, Sir. I am sorry I cannot provide you better answers, but recent events changed the situation quite significantly. However, your questions may be still answered in the following letter, that I will only send if a certain condition is met, to which your nephew and his companion Henry have committed themselves. Since it was not fulfilled at the time of writing this letter, your nephew has to inform you of the whole matter and its outcome. Also, please convey my greetings to Sir Radzig Kobyla and tell him that his son most definitely took after his father…"

Hanush put down the letter and looked at Radzig in disbelief:

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What have those two morons got into this time?" This doesn't sound good. At all."

"Calm down, my friend," said Radzig. "You said it yourself, let's wait until we hear everything from their own mouths."

They didn't have to wait long. Capon and Henry arrived before the hour was out. They were both cleanly dressed and washed, and so the bruises in their faces were all the more prominent. Capon's were already fading, but Henry's were just changing colour from blue-green to yellow and brown. As soon as they all settled down, the young men began their tale.

Radzig and Hanush let them talk, staying silent. The reward was, as far as they could judge, a true story about everything, both the good and the bad, Capon and Henry did on their journey. When they finished, there was a long silence.

Both young men looked down and waited for their verdict. Hanush looked helplessly at Radzig. He had no idea where to start and silently urged him to say something. Radzig took a deep breath:

"As the saying goes: All is well that ends well, right?"

Three surprised looks answered him. Radzig shrugged and continued:

"You accomplished your task. We have a letter to give to margrave Jobst. The way you have achieved this is somewhat controversial, on the other hand, it is clear from your words that you are aware of it yourself. Of course, we will have to talk about everything again," he looked at Henry meaningfully there, "but not tonight, I think. You both seem in need of a good night's sleep."

"Well said, Radzig," Hanush praised him.

Capon and Henry jumped off the bench, bowed, and headed for the door.

"Before you leave, I have important news for you, nephew," Hanush raised his voice. They both stopped, and Capon looked at him with a carefully neutral expression. Hanush continued quickly:

"I've found you a bride. Everything is arranged. Her name is Jitka and she will be here in a month. I hope it's long enough for you to come to terms with it and face it like a man." When Hanush finished, he held his breath and waited for Capon's reaction. He saw a whole range of emotions cross his nephew's face, but in the end, the neutral expression returned.

"Thank you, uncle, I am looking forward to meeting her," said Capon calmly, then bowed again, grabbed Henry's hand, and dragged him out the door.

Hanush couldn't believe his ears. He turned to Radzig and shrugged helplessly.

"I've been expecting almost anything, but this?!"

Radzig just laughed, "Is this proof enough for you that he is, indeed, worth something?"

Ten months later…

Henry rode upon his horse as fast as he could. Sir Capon followed him at a slightly slower pace. As they approached the main road, they both slowed down and stepped on it in an orderly trot. The air was still cold, but spring was already spreading in the world all around them.

"It's like I said. Less than a year of marriage, and you've become quite settled. And it's getting worse and worse since Hynek was born," Henry teased Capon.

"Laugh all you want while you still can. We'll talk in a few months," replied Capon in the same tone.

Henry's smile faded a little and he stopped his horse.

"You won't leave me in this alone, John, will you?"

Capon also stopped, and he dragged out the moment for a while, then winked at him amiably, "You know I won't, Hal."

Henry smiled gratefully at him, and then they continued on their way to Rattay.

AN: Finally, the end.
I'm not sure if Henry and Capon aren't too much OOC. But when I first started this story, the only thing I knew for certain was that it would be, first and foremost, about their friendship. The scene where Capon asks Henry to call him by his given name - that was in my head right from the start. And then I threw in Markvart, and then the necessary politics - that was the hardest part to write.
I would love to read your thoughts. Be it about the story itself, the styl of writing or my use of English. I've never written a text so long before. (It's longer than my bachelor's and master's thesis combined!) and it was much harder to write than I thought it would be.
Now I really need to take a break. But I guess someday, I will write something again. Maybe I will even start in English.
Thanks for reading.