The following night, a heavily veiled woman appeared to him in his dream. Never before in his life the Bavarian had seen such a being that even addressed him with Joe. "Joe," said the being, "I am coming from far away, from the East, from where my ancestors once set forth and reached the gates of Vienna. But do not be afraid, they did not reach Munich then. I am coming here all by myself, to this place, far away from Munich, to tell you: wait for the fairy. She will guide you. The general was also her messenger, but like all these soldiers, he was too crude so that he only frightened you. And now, Joe, wait, wait, wait..."

With these words, the apparition vanished. The following day the Bavarian Joe pondered over this dream a long time. Maybe it had not been a dream at all? How could she know the General? Joe continued to blow into his bugle with his big cheeks and waited. He waited and waited; feeling more and more like a stranger, and desperately blew his bugle. Why didn't the fairy show up? Why didn't he even dream anymore? Sometimes he closed his eyes in broad daylight only in order to evoke the fairy