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Page 53
Thus, while the cause of Henry was flourishing under his criminal
artifices, Rodolph was weakened by his honest severity. Yet there was
this difference between the parties. The minions of Henry were goaded on
by individual interests--the partisans of Rodolph by a common resolution
to die in defence of a sublime principle; the first were incited by the
hope of plunder, the lust of empire, ambition, avarice, or a lawless
appetite for war--the last were animated by a love of liberty, and
fought for future security from oppression; the one prepared to preserve
unrighteous license and ill-gotten gains--the other were inspired by
the hope of regaining the freedom of which they had been unjustly
deprived, and by the resolve to regain their ancestral rights and to
protect the outraged Church of God.
Albert of Hers with all his energy and address had not succeeded in
extracting from Suabia more than two thousand men. With this small force
he joined Rodolph, who was then encamped at the little village of
Sommeringen, with scarce three thousand Suabians. Here they learned that
Henry, at the head of twelve thousand effective troops, was advancing
upon Suabia through Ratisbon. Rodolph soon heard of the atrocities of
his rival, who abandoned the country to fire, sword, and rapine. Old men
and women, pale with fear, came crowding into camp with thrilling tales
of the brutality of the Bohemians and their associates. The war had
begun; and Henry was devastating the region bordering on the Danube and
the Rhine, from Esslingen to Ulm.
Though his force did not amount to half that of his opponent, Rodolph,
enraged by the crimes he could not prevent, would have gone to meet his
competitor, but for the unanimous opposition of his nobles. While the
Suabian party were deliberating upon the best course to pursue, Henry,
by a forced march, fell unexpectedly upon their rear. Taken by surprise
and overpowered by numbers, they fled in all directions, and Rodolph,
accompanied only by a remnant of his army, escaped with difficulty into
Saxony. Suabia was now at the mercy of the victor.
Tidings of this disastrous defeat had not yet reached the Lady Margaret.
The scanty intelligence she could occasionally glean was not such as to
brighten the melancholy caused by the absence of her father and
brother. Her fears thickened daily, as rumor, for once unable to
exaggerate, divulged the massacres and impieties of the old
imperialists. Her only relief was in the Sacraments, administered by the
saintly Herman, and in prayer. The wives of the yeomen, not knowing when
to expect the enemy, sought shelter in the castle with their parents and
children. There were gathered the innocent, the aged, the young, the
beautiful, and the Lady Margaret experienced some relief in
administering to their wants and calming their anxiety. She did not rely
much upon the few faithful soldiers who were left to guard the castle;
but though womanly apprehension would often blanch her cheek, and her
frame quiver as some recent deed of shame was unfolded, her confidence
in God continued unabated.
One afternoon, as the Lady Margaret, surrounded by the inmates of the
castle, was seated in the hall, Bertha, clad in a black mantle, stole
silently into the room, and glancing wildly around, began to traverse
the apartment with rapid strides. Her excited manner attracted much
attention, and many anxious conjectures were made as to the cause of her
meaning gestures. At length, stopping before the Lady Margaret, who
watched her movements with a troubled eye, she sang, almost in a
whisper:
The sunbeam was bright on their shields as they came,
But dim on their blood-rusted spears;
They gave up the hamlet to pillage and flame,
And scoffed at the kneeling one's tears!
"Perhaps the enemy are upon us," said a graycoated palmer, who for some
days had shared the bounty of the Lady Margaret.
At these words, a general murmur ran round the group, and then all was
still as death.
Bertha resumed, in a louder tone:
They come--they come--the groan, the shout
Of death and life ring wildly out!
The sky is clouding at their cry,
As they toss their reeking blades on high;
Arm, gallants all! and watch ye well,
Or to-morrow's chime will be your knell.
As she concluded the rough fragment, she extended her arm to the south,
and shaking her finger menacingly, muttered, "They come!"
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