Well, you know, love. Anyone who hasn't experienced it won't understand the story.

It's been quite a few years since I first saw him. He was a good-looking man, handsome, brave and educated. He could even play the violin. He could have been anything he wanted, but he ended up in the army. His name was Trenck, Baron Francis Trenck, and he could have any lady he set his eyes on. But he liked me, too. He wasn't much for marrying, no, but whenever he came back from the war, he made a beeline for me. How happy I was.

During the endless wars with Prussia he commanded the Pandurs, such fierce soldiers who gave the enemy a good beating. They always turned up where no one expected them and usually gave the enemy a good dusting. But that wasn't enough. In order to get some money, they started robbing the inhabitants of villages and towns, and this did not please Empress Maria Theresa.

She liked Trenck too, but the law was the law. She issued a warrant for the baron's arrest, and then it was a rush. When he stood trial, he was sentenced to death for all the thefts and murders. I cried and begged. In the end, Baron Trenck was spared. Instead of being executed, he ended up in the prison at Špilberk, where he was to remain for the rest of his life. But there's an escape from every prison.

Soon I got the first message from Trenck and then another. Soon the plan was ready. But instead of escaping, my baron fell ill and soon passed away. He was buried at the Capuchins in Brno, where he lies to this day. I soon despaired with grief.

After my death, I turned into a white lady and always visit my dear Trenck on All Saints Day.

Go see him too, so he won't be sad.