Chapter Twenty-third
The Werkelmann leans against an oak tree on the bank of the swamp and follows the dwindling air bubbles of the withering horse, which threaten to disappear like cute soap bubbles in this strange night. As he looks into the mirror of the swamp and sits opposite his face, Bertram's voice rings out, reminding the workman of his curious reflection. “Werkelmann, do you see yourself in the Luch?” asks Bertram. The workman leans forward, looks into the morass, which looks more beautiful at night, and screams in horror. "The devil is looking at me - I am a devil man." He put down his little head and instead saw the devil's head on his skeleton in the mirror. Was he a devil? Was he the devil? Stiff and disturbed, he crouches at the pool and cries into the green sea.
Violin.
THE HUNCHED ONE
The minstrel crouches at the pool and murmurs to himself.
He cries into the green Sea, he is crying into the green sea.
BERTRAM
Werkelmann, do YOU u200bu200bsee yourself in the Luch?
Werkelmann, where was your...mind?
THE BUCKLIGE
Did you lose it completely when your little head disappeared?
...your little head disappeared.
Violin.
THE HUNCHED ONE
The minstrel is lusting at the pool and squinting into it green sea.
The little head was lost, the little head was lost.
BERTRAM
Do you recognize yourself, my friend?
The devil rode you raw - he enslaved you to the level of a beast... and put you under his spell... >THE HUNCHED
The minstrel is crouching at the pool and murmurs to himself.
He is crying into the green sea, he is crying into the green sea.
Piano.
The minstrel is panting by the pool and squints into the green sea.
The little head was lost, the little head was lost.
THE WERKELMAN
The devil looks at me - I am a devil's man...
The mirror torments me anxiously.
...I am a devil's man...
THE HUNCHED ONE (warbles)
Violin.

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