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It was in the little town of Prum many a long year ago that Lothaire, the degenerate son of St. Louis, did penance for his sins. In the church belonging to the town there are two very ancient pictures; one of them represents a knight standing on a huge rock, shooting an arrow, while his wife and retinue are looking devoutedly towards heaven; the other represents a priest at an altar to whom an angel is bringing an arrow.
Who is the knight?
Who is the holy man?
The knight is Nithard, n.o.ble lord of Guise, who lived in the north of France towards the end of the ninth century. No children having been born to his excellent wife Erkanfrida, the knight determined to leave his estate for some pious object.
He meant to endow a cloister, where after their deaths, ma.s.ses would be read for him and his spouse. But it was a difficult matter to select the most worthy from the many cloisters in the neighbourhood, and by the advice of a pious priest he resolved to leave the decision to Heaven.
He fastened the doc.u.ment bequeathing his possessions to an arrow, and then set out for a great rock near the castle, accompanied by his wife and numerous followers.
After a fervent prayer he shot the arrow skyward, and, so the pious story runs, it was borne by angel hands, till it came to Prum--a journey of several days.
Ansbald, the holy abbot of the cloister, was standing at the altar when the arrow fell at his feet. He read the doc.u.ment with astonishment and grat.i.tude, and in a moved voice, announced its contents to the a.s.sembled congregation.
Knight Nithard a.s.signed his estate to the cloister, and from that time forth many pilgrims journeyed to Prum to see the arrow which had been carried there by angel hands.
The storms of many centuries have blown over those hallowed walls, but the pictures in the old church belonging to the abbey still remain, thus preserving the legend from oblivion.
AACHEN
The Building of the Minster
[Ill.u.s.tration: Karl der Groe--Nach dem Gemalde von Albrecht Durer]
As Charlemagne, the mighty ruler of the Franks, rode one day from his stronghold at Aix-la-Chapelle into the surrounding forest, his horse is said to have suddenly trodden upon a spring. On touching the water, the animal drew its foot back neighing loudly as if in great pain.
The rider's curiosity was aroused. He alighted, and dipping his hand into the spring, found to his surprise that the water was very hot.
Thus Charlemagne, as the legend records, discovered the hot spring which was to become the salvation of many thousands of ill and infirm people.
The pious emperor recognised in this healthgiving spring the kind gift of Providence, and he resolved to erect near the spot a house of G.o.d, the round shape of which should remind posterity of the horse's hoof.
The building was soon begun, and Charlemagne saw with great satisfaction the walls of the new minster rising high into the air. He was not however destined to see its completion. When he died, he had to leave the great Empire of the West to a feeble son, Lewis the Pious. The latter was compelled to draw his sword against his own children in order to a.s.sure for himself the crown he had inherited.
Many a great undertaking that Charlemagne had begun, remained unfinished.
The building of the minster too was interrupted. The ground was left desolate, and the walls and towers were threatened with decay before they were finished.
It was quite useless for the honourable magistrate of the town to apply for money to the charitable Christian inhabitants. Contributions came in very slowly, and were never sufficient to finish the church.
The aldermen of Aix-la-Chapelle would very often seriously debate the question, and discuss how they could remedy the grievous lack of money and successfully effect the completion of the minster. They found however that good counsel was just as rare as building material.
Once when they were met thus together, a stranger was announced who said he had most important news to communicate. He was allowed to enter the session room. After having duly saluted the Council, he said modestly but without any shyness, "Gentlemen, my business, in a word, is to offer you the money for the completion of the church." The worthy aldermen looked in wonder first at the speaker, then at each other.
They silently agreed in the opinion that the man before them looked very suspicious in his quaint outlandish clothes and his sharp pointed beard.
But the newcomer was not at all abashed by their suspicious looks. On the contrary he repeated politely but firmly his proposal, saying: "Honourable Sirs, I should like to help you out of your difficulty, and will advance you the necessary thousands without even wishing to be paid back."
At this frank offer the councillors p.r.i.c.ked up their ears and opened their eyes wide in astonishment. Before they could recover from their amazement, the stranger continued: "I know well, you are all far too proud to accept this great offer of mine without giving me a reward of some sort. Therefore I require a small compensation. I demand the first living being, body and soul, that enters the new minster on the inauguration day."
On hearing this the honourable aldermen rose horrified from their seats. Many of them made the sign of the cross or uttered a short prayer, because n.o.body but the devil himself could require anything so monstrous.
The eyes of the chairman shot a reproachful glance at the strange speaker, and he muttered between his teeth: "Be off! your words are giving offence."
But Master Satan, the stranger, stood calmly in his place: "Sirs,"
said he, "Let me answer you with a word from the scriptures, "Why are you so fearful, oh ye of little faith?" On the field of battle the sword mows down thousands of brave men. They fall often as victims to the ravening ambition of a single man. You can even see fathers fighting against their sons, brothers against their brothers, and n.o.body thinks it unjust. Now you cry out, when I only ask for one single living soul to be sacrificed for the welfare of the whole community."
The eyes of the stranger looked round in triumphant joy when he had finished, for he read a favourable reply in the puzzled faces of the aldermen.
Many of them at once gave up their scruples, and after a few minutes even the most cautious among them had no more objections to urge.
The offer was closed with, and Master Satan left the Town Hall with a proud smile.
The next day the council was again gathered together anxiously waiting for the promised sum.
It arrived promptly, rightly weighed and in good honest coin.
The joy of the aldermen was boundless.
Once more the workmen began the work of building the minster. They worked very busily as if to make up for the long interruption, and after three years the cathedral was finished.
On the day when the new church was to be consecrated, a great festival was held in the town.
The distinguished company, secular as well as clerical, who appeared at the inauguration ceremony, praised the magnificence of the minster, the great liberality of the citizens, and more than all, the wisdom of the Town Council.
The aldermen listened to the general praise with pleasure, and accepted it as their due. They felt however bound to confess to each other that they did not feel easy when they thought of the inauguration day. None of them had spoken to anybody of Master Satan's condition.
Only one of them, a henpecked fellow as malicious people said, confessed the whole transaction to his wife. It is needless to say that from that moment the whole town knew about the affair. On the important day of the consecration of the minster many venerable prelates, abbots, and monks, thousands of n.o.ble knights and lords who had come as guests, and the whole population of Aix-la-Chapelle looked forward to the fatal hour with beating hearts. It was a grand procession indeed that marched on in ceremonious solemnity through the streets. The gaily coloured flags waved merrily in the air, the trumpets and clarions sounded cheerily. The n.o.bility and clergy were in their most gorgeous attire. On every side were the signs of joy and thanksgiving.
But the hearts of the people were all oppressed, and many a sorrowful eye gazed at the morning sky, as if expecting to see Satan flying down with his bat-like wings.
When the aldermen in their bright robes joined the procession, the general anxiety rose to the highest pitch.
Before the worthy councillors a bulky cage was carried by four stout footmen. What was hidden under the covering n.o.body knew, but everybody felt sure that it contained the victim.
When the procession reached the minster it stopped, the cage being carried foremost.
At a sign from the mayor, one of the footmen quickly stripped off the cover and exposed to view a howling hideous wolf. Two of the men pushed the church door wide open with their long halberds, and the fourth pushed the wolf skilfully through the open door. A terrible noise arose suddenly within.
The devil had been waiting for his spoil, as a tiger that watches for his prey.
When the wolf entered the devil darted towards it, but seeing that it was only a beast he burst into a wild howl of rage.