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To balance these infringements of regular warfare or "blessed peace," we often meet with instances as beautiful as the march of Duke Louis, the husband of St. Elizabeth, into Franconia, in 1225, to obtain reparation for injuries inflicted on a peddler. "I hope the Baron of Stramen has lost none of his vigor," said the duke; "we were together at Hohenburg, and I may need him at my side again.
Gilbert pressed his horse rather swiftly up the gradual ascent, and they soon gained the summit. "What is the Danube to that splendid lake!" cried the mercurial stripling; "and what is there in all the lordship of Stramen to vie with this!" The view now opened might excuse his excitement, even in a less interested person.
He did not evince his former relish for the manuscripts of Herman, but his visits to the chapel were more frequent and lasted longer. Thus, day after day, he would study the lake, the clouds, and the cliffs, neither fearing an attack from the men of Stramen, nor meditating one against them.
"I knew it was he," muttered Gilbert, halting. "You have given me some trouble to overtake you!" said Henry of Stramen, with a bitter sneer, as he wheeled his swift horse, which had darted ahead, and confronted them. "Had I been well mounted," answered Gilbert, "you should have had your trouble in vain!" "I conjectured as much, from your determined flight," returned Henry.
Father Omehr beheld with sorrow the meaning glances of the proud nobles, as they eagerly joined hands; and he read in the animated features of the hero of Hohenburg that the impending excommunication would be the signal for a revolt. He rose, and, exchanging a few words in an undertone with Herman, explained the necessity he was under of returning at once to the Castle of Stramen.
Gilbert of Hers was not inclined to take an injury to his breast, and hug it there; but the bold and frequent incursions of Henry of Stramen had induced him to retaliate rather in a spirit of rivalry than of revenge.
There was nothing here to mark the scourge which had desolated the smiling country without. The Baron of Stramen sat down upon a bench, covering his face with his hands.
"Recoiled from a proof so terrible," answered the missionary. The duke still occupied his chair, with his forehead knit, and his arms folded on his breast, but the Lord of Hers sprang to his feet and began to pace the room, and the Baron of Stramen brought his battle-axe heavily against the floor.
At the close of the evening service, the lady of Stramen was seen to exchange a few words with her venerable pastor, but she did not enter the cell. The gorgeous sun of ancient Suabia was beneath the horizon but Gilbert slept upon his couch; the moon had lit her feebler torch, and walked silently beneath the stars yet not until midnight did Gilbert awake. All was profoundly still.
After exchanging many kind adieus, Rodolph and the missionary, near the close of twilight, started for the Castle of Stramen. ...Simonis leprosam Execrate hæresim, Sacerdotum simul atque Scelus adulterii, Laicorum dominatus Cedat ab ecclesiis.
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