Gilbert suddenly opened his eyes. He thought the last thunder sounded like a scream.
He got out of bed, rubbing his eyes. When he looked around, fully awake, his eyes were focused like a falcon’s. He was surrounded by impenetrable darkness, illuminated once and a while by the raging lightning outside. The roar of thunder rolled over the plains, bringing back memories of gunfire during battles. The sound was loud and clear, as if emitted indoors, not behind the walls. Suddenly, Prussia realized that the room was terribly cold.
Once again, his eyes scanned everything around him. His bedroom was maintained in typically Spartan conditions, just as he was taught by Old Fritz’s Papa. There was only a simple bed, a wardrobe, a cabinet with a chair, a red carpet and a Hungarian saber hung on the wall. And although the amount of furniture was not really impressive, the room itself was pretty spacious.
Gilbert discovered that, because of the storm, the window