He wrung the poor wolf"s neck with the quickness of lightning and disappeared suddenly, leaving nothing behind him but a strong smell of sulphur.
A few minutes later the bells rang, and the whole magnificent procession thronged into the church, duly to celebrate its consecration.
While divine service was being held in the new minster and hymns of praise and thanksgiving were offered at G.o.d"s altar, the devil flew with horrible maledictions over the country.
He swore an oath to punish with the utmost severity the population of Aix-la-Chapelle who had so cunningly outwitted him.
In his flight he came to the sea-sh.o.r.e where he stopped a little, in order to consider how he could best destroy the town. As he looked at the sandy dunes the thought struck him, that he might bury the whole town with all its prelates and abbots under such a hill. With a mighty pull he tore one of the dunes from the sh.o.r.e, piled it on his shoulders, and flew rapidly towards the doomed city. But the way was much longer than Master Satan had thought. He began to perspire very freely under his unwonted burden, and when from time to time the wind blew a rain of loose sand into his eyes, he swore most horribly.
In the valley of the Soers not far from Aix-la-Chapelle he was obliged to rest, as he was very tired after his exertions.
While he was thus sitting by the wayside wiping his forehead and looking hot and weary, an old wrinkled woman came limping along, who looked with suspicion at the man and his strange burden.
She wanted to pa.s.s by without saying a word, but the stranger stopped her and said: "How far is it from here to Aix-la-Chapelle?" The woman cast a sharp look at the speaker.
As she had reached years of discretion, being now in her seventy-second year, she was shrewd enough to recognise in the man before her the very devil in person. She was also quite sure, that he must have some wicked plan in his head against the good town, Aix-la-Chapelle.
Therefore a.s.suming a very sad expression she answered in a complaining voice: "Kind sir, I am so sorry for you, the way to the town is still very long. Only look at my boots, they are quite worn from the long way, and yet I got them new from the shoemaker at Aix-la-Chapelle."
Master Satan uttered something that sounded like a bitter curse. Then he shook off the sandy dune from his shoulders and flew away in a fury.
The old woman was for a moment terror-stricken, but when she saw the fatal figure of the stranger disappearing, she was inexpressibly glad at having saved the town and outwitted the devil himself.
If he had only looked a little more carefully he could have seen the tower of the new minster not a mile off.
The sandy dune is still lying in the very same place where the devil dropped it. Its name is "Losberg" or "Ridmountain," so called because the town Aix-la-Chapelle got rid of a great danger.
The memory of the poor wolf is also still preserved. Its image is engraved on the middle of the minster door, where you can also see the big cracks produced by the devil"s hammering it in his impotent anger.
The Ring of Fastrada
This story too leads us back to the time of the great Emperor Charles, whose life has come down to us with a halo of glory.
Charlemagne"s favourite residence was Aix-la-Chapelle, but he also held court in Helvetia. His imperial stronghold stood on the sh.o.r.es of the Lake of Zurich. In its neighbourhood there was a high pillar which the emperor had erected to mark the place where Felix and Regula had died as martyrs for the Christian faith. A small bell was attached to this monument, which everybody in distress and want might ring if they wanted relief. As often as Charles held his court in Zurich he himself appeared at the pillar when the bell was rung, and listened to the complaints and pet.i.tions of his subjects.
One day the sound of the bell was heard, yet n.o.body could be perceived near the pillar. On the following day about dinner-time the same thing happened, the bell rang, yet no one was there. The emperor, curious to know what this meant, commanded one of his pages to hide in the bushes behind the pillar.
When mid-day approached the boy noticed that a serpent crept out of the sand, wriggled up to the pillar, and set the bell a-ringing. This astonishing fact was at once communicated to the emperor, who came without delay to the spot. He was very much surprised at seeing such an unusual applicant, but he said with great earnestness, "Every one who comes to me shall find justice, be it man or beast."
The serpent bent low before the monarch, and then crept back into its den. Charlemagne followed, anxious to learn the reason of its strange behaviour. He was surprised when, on looking into the dark hole, he saw an ugly toad sitting on the serpent"s eggs, and filling nearly the whole s.p.a.ce with its hideous form.
The emperor bade his attendants kill the intruder at once.
In a short time Charlemagne had nearly forgotten the strange incident.
But one day when he was sitting at dinner the serpent unexpectedly entered the hall, and crept up to the emperor"s seat. Bowing low three times it lifted its head and dropped a precious stone into the emperor"s goblet. It then disappeared as quickly as it had come.
Charlemagne took the stone out of the cup, and saw to his amazement that it was a precious diamond. He ordered it to be mounted in a golden ring, which he presented to his well-beloved wife, Fastrada.
The jewel possessed a wonderful quality. Fastrada had always been loved tenderly by her imperial husband, but after the diamond ring adorned her slender finger, a sweet charm seemed to bind her still more strongly to him.
To many people this great love of the emperor for his wife seemed too absorbing, almost superhuman, and when death ruthlessly s.n.a.t.c.hed her from the side of Charlemagne, everybody believed that it was a judgment from heaven.
The monarch was inconsolable at this great bereavement. He spent days and nights in unspeakable grief by her corpse. The rumour was, that his sorrow was so intense that he refused to permit the remains of his wife to be duly buried. The charm the living Fastrada had exercised over him seemed to linger even after her death.
The Archbishop of Rheims, the pious Turpin, heard of the emperor"s sorrow, and he offered fervent prayers to G.o.d for help. Soon afterwards he had a strange dream. He saw the wonderful ring on Fastrada"s finger glittering with a thousand lovely colours and surrounding the emperor with a magic light. The bishop was now sure that the precious stone was the cause of the superhuman love the emperor bore to his wife.
On the following day before sunrise Turpin, the venerable old bishop, got up and went into the room where Charlemagne had again spent a night in bitter grief by the remains of his beloved wife. He was kneeling by the uncovered bier in fervent prayer when the bishop entered. Turpin went straight up to the body, and making the sign of the cross he took the cold waxen hand of Fastrada for a moment in his. Without being observed by the mourning emperor, he slipped the enchanted ring gently from her finger. As he had guessed the emperor at once rose, and kneeling down before the bishop, kissed his hand in adoration. Then he rose and bade Turpin have the remains of his wife buried that same day. So it happened that Fastrada"s remains were brought to their last resting place in the Church of St. Albans at Mayence.
From that time the emperor was attached with rare devotion to the old Archbishop of Rheims.
He would not allow him to leave his side, but requested that Turpin should always live near him. The pious man was also nominated first councillor of the Empire.
Turpin used his high position only for the welfare of the empire, and did a great many good works.
Sometimes however he felt a pang of regret at the manner in which he had acquired the high favour of his lord, and it seemed to him very unfair.
Once when he accompanied the monarch on one of his journeys in Western Germany, he threw the ring into a spring from which it could never more be brought up again.
From that moment Charlemagne felt himself irresistibly drawn to that particular part of his extensive dominions.
He erected a stronghold there, and a flourishing township soon surrounded this palace. Later on it was called Aix-la-Chapelle, and became the favourite residence of the great emperor.
Within its walls he liked best to rest from the burden of affairs of State, and sometimes the old ruler could be seen sitting by the margin of the spring in which Fastrada"s ring lay buried, recalling the sweet memories of past days.
ROLANDSECK
Knight Roland
[Ill.u.s.tration: Roland in der Schlacht von Roncevalles--Nach dem Gemalde von A. Guesnet]
I.
The Emperor Charlemagne was surrounded by a circle of proud knights, the flower of whom was Count Roland of Angers, nephew of the King of the Franks. The name of no knight was so famous in battle and in tournaments as his. Helpless innocency adored him, his friends admired, and his enemies esteemed him. His chivalrous spirit had no love for the luxuries of life, and scorning to remain inactive at the emperor"s court, he went to his imperial uncle, begging leave to go and travel in those countries of the mighty kingdom of the Franks, which up to that time were unknown to him. In his youthful fervour he longed for adventures and dangers. The emperor was much grieved to part with the brave knight, however, he willingly complied with his request.
One day early in the morning the gallant hero left his uncle"s palace near the Seine, and rode towards the Vosges Mountains, accompanied by his faithful squire. The first object of his journey was castle Niedeck near Haslach, and from there he visited Attic, Duke of Alsace.