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Updated: June 14, 2025
It poised for an instant above the child's fair head then turned to fall. One keen cry shrilled out from where the women stood: "Me! take me! not Bernhard!" The flight of the mother towards her child was swift as the falcon's swoop. But swifter still was the hand of the deliverer. Winfried's heavy staff thrust mightily against the hammer's handle as it fell.
A swift mountain-flood rolling down its channel; a huge rock tumbling from the hill-side and falling in mid-stream; the baffled waters broken and confused, pausing in their flow, dash high against the rock, foaming and murmuring, with divided impulse, uncertain whether to turn to the right or the left. Even so Winfried's bold deed fell into the midst of the thoughts and passions of the council.
When we read, God speaks to us. I ask whether thou hast heard what He has said to thee in the common speech. Come, give us again the message of the warrior and his armour and his battle, in the mother-tongue, so that all can understand it." The boy hesitated, blushed, stammered; then he came around to Winfried's seat, bringing the book. "Take the book, my father," he cried, "and read it for me.
The boy hesitated, blushed, stammered; then he came around to Winfried's seat, bringing the book. "Take the book, my father," he cried, "and read it for me. I cannot see the meaning plain, though I love the sound of the words. Religion I know, and the doctrines of our faith, and the life of priests and nuns in the cloister, for which my grandmother designs me, though it likes me little.
It poised for an instant above the child's fair head then turned to fall. One keen cry shrilled out from where the women stood: "Me! take me! not Bernhard!" The flight of the mother towards her child was swift as the falcon's swoop. But swifter still was the hand of the deliverer. Winfried's heavy staff thrust mightily against the hammer's handle as it fell.
A swift mountain-flood rolling down its channel; a huge rock tumbling from the hill-side and falling in mid-stream; the baffled waters broken and confused, pausing in their flow, dash high against the rock, foaming and murmuring, with divided impulse, uncertain whether to turn to the right or the left. Even so Winfried's bold deed fell into the midst of the thoughts and passions of the council.
But Winfried's voice sank lower and a cloud of disappointment passed over his face as he replied: "Nay, miracles have I never wrought, though I have heard of many; but the All-Father has given no power to my hands save such as belongs to common man." "Stand still, then, thou common man," said Hunrad, scornfully, "and behold what the gods have called us hither to do.
Thus we fight thee!" Clang! clang! the alternate strokes beat time upon the hard, ringing wood. The axe-heads glittered in their rhythmic flight, like fierce eagles circling about their quarry. The broad flakes of wood flew from the deepening gashes in the sides of the oak. The huge trunk quivered. There was a shuddering in the branches. Then the great wonder of Winfried's life came to pass.
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