"Let him have his will," entreated the elder Kippenbrock of his colleague. "I have known him from his youth up; his head is not equal to the governing of lands and people, but he is a capable armorer, whom we much need in these times when our all rests upon the points of our swords."
"Have you already been baptised?" asked Knipperdolling.
"Your faith became mine at Amsterdam," answered Alf, but I have postponed being baptised until I could receive that holy ordinance here, in my native city."
"Our orator, brother Rothman, will prepare you for it," said Knipperdolling.
"I hope this brother has already laid a good ground," said a man in a black ministerial robe, with a cunning, bold, peaked face. "I shall hold a great baptizing one of these days at the river Aa, and shall expect to see the catechumen previously at my house."
"We will be his witnesses on that holy occasion," said Knipperdolling, with a gracious nod of his head, "I and my colleague Kippenbrock."
The candidate for baptism stammered his thanks for the unexpected honor, when the door of the room was thrown open with violence, and a young man of Alf"s age strode fiercely in. His countenance might have been considered handsome, had it not been for the deathlike paleness and distortion which disfigured it. His large and restlessly rolling eyes--his dishevelled, bristling hair--his loose coa.r.s.e garments, which scarcely covered the nakedness of his body--all these gave to his figure a frightful appearance; and Alf was thereby reminded, with a secret shudder, of the altar-piece of a church, where he had seen the adversary represented as tempting our Savior in the wilderness. All present rose reverently at his entrance, and, with their hands crossed upon their b.r.e.a.s.t.s, bowed low before the youth.
"Thus speaks the spirit by the mouth of your prophets," cried he with singular gestures. "Make outcry in all the streets of Zion, that every one bring all his wealth in gold, silver and jewels, and lay it at the feet of the great prophet, Matthias. There must no longer be rich or poor in the community which the Lord has chosen for himself. Let all belong to all!"
"So mote it be," cried the hearers, and a gentle sigh from the rich butcher accompanied the response.
"A true christian needs no erudition," continued he prophet. "The internal word is of more value than the outward. All books written with the insolent wisdom of men are fruitless and unprofitable, if the doctrines they contain are already proved in the holy scriptures,-- unG.o.dly, if they are opposed to them. Wherefore you must bring all books, except the bible, out of Zion, and collect them at the market before St. Lambert"s church, and cause them to be consumed by fire, a burnt offering to the Lord."
"So mote it be!" again submissively repeated all mouths.
"Whoever sins against one of these commands, roared the prophet, with wild flashing eyes, "shall die the death!"
"Amen!" said the trembling chorus, and the prophet stalked haughtily out of the door.
"Who was that!" Alf timidly asked his kinsman. "Johannes Bockhold, our second prophet," answered he, dejectedly, "the right hand of the great Matthias."
"All the books!" sighed the orator Rothman.
"All the gold and silver!" sighed the worthy Kippenbrock, after him, involuntarily raising his hand to his head, as if for the purpose of scratching it, but recollecting in season that this movement was rather unseemly for a new burgomaster, he quickly let it fall again.
"The Lord wills it, and his servants must be obedient," said Knipperdolling to Kippenbrock. "Let the commands of the prophet be proclaimed, my brother. I have yet much to do with recording the estates of the exiles, which have become forfeit to the community!"
He departed, and Rothman followed him. "All the gold and silver!"
repeated the elder Kippenbrock sorrowfully, yet once more, and he went after them.
"G.o.d forgive me if this feeling be a sin," cried Alf, when he saw himself alone; "but these prophets appear horrible to me, and I shall never be able to reconcile my heart to them."
CHAPTER III.
Some days pa.s.sed away; daring which Alf, without troubling himself much about the disturbances of the city, labored unweariedly in the workshop of the deceased Trutlinger, which in these times gave him an immense deal to do. He was animated by the idea of working and acc.u.mulating for the beauteous dark-haired Eliza; and although he could not gain any decided token of favor from the haughty girl, the friendly glances, which she now and then bestowed upon him, were sufficient to keep the flame of love always brightly burning at his heart; and the poor Clara, whose eyes ventured towards him when she thought herself un.o.bserved, became wholly overlooked, as usually happens to the modest violet in the neighborhood of the queenly rose.
One day the wild rattling of the drums called all who could bear arms to the market place. Obedient to the call, Alf equipped himself and his journeymen from the military stock of his workshop, and they were all standing in polished casques and coats of mail, well armed with swords and halberds, when Trutlinger"s two nieces entered the shop.
"You are going forth to battle, Kippenbrock!" said Eliza, pressing his hand for the first time with the kindest affability,--whilst Clara remained silently and sadly standing at a distance.
"And with a right good will, dear maiden," answered Alf, tenderly, "if your kind wishes accompany the new warrior upon his first expedition."
"You go to the field of battle for the Word!" exclaimed Eliza with enthusiasm; "the Holy Spirit is with you and you must conquer."
"Be careful of your life!" whispered the timorous Clara, scarcely audible, and Alf hastened forth with his companions.
The place of rendezvous, before St. Lambert"s church, was already crowded by the people of Munster, collected in compliance with various commands from their prophets. Here, a great fire which was consuming the doomed books of the city, blazed to the heavens,--there, stood two of Munster"s deacons for the reception of the jewels of the citizens; two female diviners, well acquainted with the jewels of the city, had the oversight of the business, and accused every one who endeavored to keep back any thing. Many a pearl, from beauteous eyes, silently bedewed the costly trinkets which were compulsorily brought as offerings to the spirit.
Meantime the military power of the anabaptists had a.s.sembled at the rendezvous, and now appeared Matthias in his dark hair-cloth robe. In his hand he held the spear still clotted with the unhappy Trutlinger"s blood, and his mouth was foaming with rage.
At his nod the armed men closed in a circle around him.
"That true son of anti-christ," roared he, "that reprobate priest of Baal, who once tyrannically ruled over the free burghers of this city, the bishop, with his mercenary troops, comes against you. He has already stretched his camp all about the city; and if we give him time to perfect his entrenchments, the cowards, who dare not meet us man to man, may conquer us at last through hunger. Wherefore thus speaks the spirit: "Arise, Matthias, gird on thy sword, take with thee five hundred men from out the congregation, go forth and destroy the unG.o.dly whom I have this day given into thy hand." Arise, then, my brethren!
Whoever is truly devoted to our holy cause, whoever is determined never again to bend his neck under the iron yoke, which we have just thrown off, let him step forth from the congregation; the Lord has chosen him for his champion, and the host of the enemy shall be scattered before his arm like chaff before the wind. Amen."
During this speech Alf was suffering a severe mental conflict. Too readily would he once have measured himself with the episcopalians, whom in his fanaticism he fiercely hated; and nevertheless he had a decided aversion to the prophet under whom he must fight. He was finally decided by the hope of the reception which he should meet with from the fair Eliza, returning home a conqueror; and, as the amen of the prophet was heard, he stepped forth into the centre of the circle.
His journeymen and all those who were armorers by trade followed him.
To these were joined the other workers in iron, from connection in business. The butchers attached themselves to the nephew of their chief; and, this example being actively imitated, the number of five hundred volunteers was soon more than complete and ready for the field.
"Thou wast the first to step forth," said Matthias to Alf; "therefore be thou the first in the army, after me, and lead it on as my general."
The orator Rothman then embraced the youth, saying: "Thou shouldst surely this day be taken up into our band through the holy baptism--but now, proceed to the greater business to which the Lord hath called thee;--and shouldst thou even fall in the field in the cause of G.o.d, so wilt thou win the baptism of blood, which is still more efficacious for the remission of sin, according to the doctrines of the oldest church."
"Come holy spirit, O Lord G.o.d!" sang Matthias, the whole mult.i.tude joining him in chorus; and brandishing his spear, singing with a louder voice, with uncovered head, and without protective armor, the prophet led to the gates. Alf followed him with the singing host. No sooner had they left the last outworks behind them, than they were met by a portion of the enemy"s forces, who were making an attempt to win the city by surprise. The episcopalians were not a little startled when they perceived so stout a band, which, in consequence of the shining mail of the armorers in the front ranks, seemed to them extremely well accoutred.
"Now ask we the Holy Spirit!" exclaimed Matthias, commencing anew the harsh chant, in which his troops joyfully joined. The prophet plunged, singing, spear in hand, into the enemy"s ranks. Near him fought Alf, who, more than true to the duty he had undertaken, made of his armor a shield for the protection of the defenceless body of the prophet. The troops, all singing, followed them with the impetuosity of fanaticism.
The episcopalian mercenaries, frightened by the furious a.s.sault, (and not, like their opponents, inspired with a contempt for death,) made a feeble resistance, soon gave ground, and finally fled with winged feet back to their camp.
"The Spirit has heard us, brethren!" cried Matthias. "Let us now startle the crimson, seven headed animal, whose name is full of blasphemy, from his den. Let us hurl down the great Babylon from its golden saddle,--that they both may fall into the fiery lake which burns with brimstone. On, on, on!" and, commencing the death song that, under the command of Munzer and Metzler, had before inflamed the unfortunate German peasants to the most furious war of extermination, the prophet pursued the flying episcopalians. "On, on, on!" he roared incessantly, his spear dripping with the blood of the cowards who gave themselves up to slaughter rather than fight. "On, on, on!" song the troops, who followed him in quick step, and the victors soon stood before the fortified camp, behind which the armed episcopalians were crowded.
"Yield or die! "cried Alf, in whom the battle had kindled the warrior"s enthusiasm,--and, rushing, to the barrier, he surmounted all obstacles, and stood upon the wall, where his halberd became like the scythe of the angel of death to the besieged. Incited, unceasingly, by Matthias, the crowd followed him as the defenders were driven back, and the anabaptists penetrated deep into their camp, until they reached the place where the banner of the church waved over a richly decorated tent.
"That is the hold of anti-christ!" cried Matthias, rushing into the tent, while Alf drove the enemy wholly out of the camp. As he returned from the pursuit, he heard a mournful cry in the bishop"s tent. Pushing in, he saw the prophet pitilessly raging among the defenceless domestics of the runaway bishop. Many dead bodies were already stretched upon the ground, and two beautiful pages were kneeling with closed eyes, before the monster, about to receive the death blow.
Alf forcibly seized the uplifted spear. "Thou hast appointed me to be the leader of the forces, brother Matthias," said he, earnestly, "and I dare not allow that thou shouldst give my troops an evil example by the murder of these defenceless boys, whom we had better take prisoners and keep as hostages, preparing their souls for heaven through our holy baptism. Besides, we have not a moment to lose. The flying men have carried the alarm to the other camp, and new mult.i.tudes will soon be thronging here to oppose us. Let us therefore return to Munster while we can convey the booty there in safety."
"Thou art right, brother!" cried the prophet, subdued by the boldness and decision of the youth. "Thou understandest the business of war. We will forth. Let our people be called together. This young dragon"s-brood, however, we will take with us, and thou shalt be answerable for them with thy head. I will baptise them myself to-morrow morning before all the people."
The drums called the plundering anabaptists together. The host retreated to the city, laden with rich booty, and the bishop"s troops, who had hastened to the a.s.sistance of the a.s.sailed quarter of the encampment, came just in time to see the rejoicing anabaptists reentering the gates of Munster.
CHAPTER IV.
A countless mult.i.tude exultingly met the returning victors. The prophet Johannes Bockhold at their head, in white festival garments, with green branches of fir in their hands, the maidens of the city sang to them in loud, joyful hosannas. It pleased the gallant, good humored Alf uncommonly well to receive praise from such beautiful lips. As he reflected, however, that this song of praise was intended as much for Matthias as for himself, there came over Alf a silent vexation, instead of the pleasure of flattered vanity, and he strode on gloomily in front of his troops. The army halted upon the market place, and the booty, being common property, was secured in St. Lambert"s church; the two pages were given over to the orator Rothman, preparatory to their baptism; the soldiers having been praised and dismissed, and the evening having already approached, Alf with his surviving journeymen, half their number having fallen either in the first battle or in the storming of the camp, proceeded toward Trutlinger"s house.