Ekkehard. Vol. II (of II). A Tale of the Tenth Century   By: Joseph Victor von Scheffel (1826-1886)

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COLLECTION

OF

GERMAN AUTHORS.

VOL. 22.

EKKEHARD BY JOSEPH VICTOR SCHEFFEL.

IN TWO VOLUMES.

VOL. II.

EKKEHARD.

A TALE OF THE TENTH CENTURY

BY

JOSEPH VICTOR SCHEFFEL.

Authorized Edition .

TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN

BY

SOFIE DELFFS.

IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. II.

LEIPZIG 1872 BERNHARD TAUCHNITZ.

LONDON: SAMPSON LOW, MARSTON, SEARLE & RIVINGTON. CROWN BUILDINGS, 188, FLEET STREET. PARIS: C. REINWALD, 15, RUE DES SAINTS PÉRES.

CONTENTS

OF VOLUME II.

CHAPTER XV. Hadumoth

XVI. Cappan gets married

XVII. Gunzo verso Ekkehard

XVIII. Master Spazzo the Chamberlain's Mission

XIX. Burkhard the Cloister Pupil

XX. The old German Legends

XXI. Rejection and Flight

XXII. On the Wildkirchlein

XXIII. On the Ebenalp

XXIV. The Song of Waltari

XXV. The last Echo, and End

EKKEHARD.

CHAPTER XV.

Hadumoth.

The night, which had appeared long and dreary to those who had been entrusted with the watch on the battle field, was passing away. The horror of Death lay over the whole valley. "The Lord be merciful unto their souls," sounded the low voiced call of the watchman. "And deliver them from the sufferings of purgatory, Amen!" was the response of his companions, who were cowering round a campfire, on the border of the pine wood. The deep black shadows of night lay over the bodies of the slain, as if the Heavens compassionately wished to hide what human hands had done there. At dawn of day, even the clouds disappeared, as if they also were driven away by the horror of the sight beneath them; others came, and likewise fled, ever changing their shapes and forms; losing one to assume another, everything is restless, except in Death, where eternal rest is found. Friend and enemy, side by side as they had fallen, still lay there; quiet and calm.

One slight figure like that of a child, the watchman saw gliding over the battle field. It bent down; walked on, and bent down again, and ever continued its search; but he dared not call to it. He stood like one that is spell bound. "Probably it is the angel who is marking their foreheads with a letter, so that they can be recognized, when the spirit will return to their bodies, on the day of resurrection," thought he, remembering the words of the prophet. Silently he crossed himself, and when he looked again, the figure had vanished.

The morning dawned, and there came a number of men from the arrier ban, to relieve the monks. The Duchess had sent them; although Simon Bardo was not quite satisfied with this arrangement. "A victory is but half a victory, if it is not followed up, by pursuit of the enemy. We ought to go after them, until the last of them are annihilated," he said. But the monks insisted on their return on account of the Easter holidays, and the others said: "Before we could catch those, on their swift horses, we should have far to go. They have come to us, and we have beaten them, and if they should come again, we have more blows in store for them; the work of yesterday deserves rest."