They came around midnight. Von Bergmann had just blown out his candle having just completed writing the next chapter of his Natural History of the Duchy of Tradgardland. This chapter had been devoted to the Tradgarlandian boar and it had proved difficult to write in the dank cell within the goal .
Noise penetrated the cell door- shouting , gunfire and the sound of steel upon steel. Bergmann calmly packed his valise, carefully wrapping the manuscript of his work in oilskin. He donned his cloak and stood up and listened. They had come - his not too awful goal experience would soon be over. The screams and shouting came to an end . Keys rattled in the lock and two burly highlanders stood grinning in at him. Von Bergmann spoke- Good evening gentlemen! Thank you for coming . How may I be of Service?
The highlanders addressed Von Bergmann quickly , yet respectfully , in Gaelic and informed him that that his services were urgently required by the True King and that exciting times were ahead. One of them produced a large bag and offered it to Von Bergmann. Within it he found his Tradgardland uniform which he donned with speed . With the briefest of glances backwards into the cell Von Bergmann strode forth - free at last !