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But he said nothing, fearing that the latter might still lie down in the traces if he put too little oats before him. So Matt spent a merry vacation, and marched back to Freising in October with renewed strength. Unfortunately he was destined to fall on evil days. The master of the fifth form was a disagreeable man: strict and very caustic and sarcastic to boot.
Now things had come to the point where the Bridge Farmer had to make up his mind whether to try Matt again, or send somebody else to Freising who would figure on the Greek from the start. If he did the latter, it would take three years more, and the money for the Fottner boy would be completely lost.
Such a miserable, outrageous piece of rascality surely had never existed before in the history of the world! This time the rage of the Bridge Farmer was directed not merely against the teachers at Freising; the priest had enlightened him as to the fact that Matt was deficient in everything except tarot playing and beer-drinking. The ragamuffin, the good-for-nothing!
That made it as clear as day, for now the Bridge Farmer asked anybody, what did a priest have to know Greek for, when services and mass were celebrated in Latin? They must be slick fellows, those gentlemen in Freising, reg'lar pickpockets. He was all-fired mad at them, for he couldn't put any blame on the Fottner boy.
To him our farmer went, for he would surely know some means of preventing such a robust churl as Matthew Fottner from being lost to the Church. So he asked him whether you couldn't grease some one's palm, the school at Freising, or the bishop, or some one.
Otto von Freising , in the first half of the twelfth century, expresses the same perplexity when he finds that Theodoric is made a contemporary of Hermanricus and Attila, though it is certain that Attila ruled long after Hermanric, and that, after the death of Attila, Theodoric, when eight years old, was given by his father as a hostage to the emperor Leo.
And so he went to the Latin School at Freising. The first three years were all right. Nothing brilliant, but good enough so he could show his reports at the parsonage when he came home for vacations. And when the priest read that Matthew Fottner was of moderate talent and industry and was making sufficient progress, he would say each time in his fat voice: magnos progressus fecisti, discipule!
For in consequence of a singular decree extraordinary issued by the Elector, the prison in which he was kept was soon after thrown open and free entrance was allowed day and night to all his friends, of whom he possessed a great many in the city. He even had the further satisfaction of seeing the theologian, Jacob Freising, enter his prison as a messenger from Dr.
Matt told him that all he'd ever thought and known was that he'd simply have to study what the priest in Eynhofen knew. But he'd never heard him say a word of Greek all his life long, and so he hadn't been prepared for anything like that. To this no objection could be made; on Matt's part the deal was straight and O. K. The rascality was on the part of the others, off there in Freising.
He at the same time established his family in the Austrian dominions, by persuading the Archbishop of Salzburg and the bishops of Passau, Freising, and Bamberg to confer on his sons, Albert, Hartman, and Rudolph, the ecclesiastical fiefs held by the dukes of Austria.
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