Frederick I, Holy Roman Emperor, approximately 1123-1190; Germany -- History -- Frederick I, 1152-1190
The Germans, after almost endless exertions, succeeded in forcing the
enemy back, and looked upon a field covered with slain. They also heard
loud wailings and lamentations for the dead, which inspired them with
fresh courage. The Turks fiercely disputed every foot of ground, and
every step gained was dearly paid for. It was apparent that the enemy
either were unwearied or else that they were frequently reinforced, for
each fresh attack was stoutly resisted. Seemingly it would have been an
endless battle had not night stopped the slaughter. As the sun went
down, its intense heat lessened, but heated passions did not cool. The
whole field resounded with shouts of “Allah!” and “Christ!” The Germans
succeeded in driving the enemy before them. As the latter fell back they
defended themselves step by step, but as the darkness fell they suddenly
abandoned the struggle and disappeared.
The Emperor wisely and emphatically forbade pursuit. The knights stood
by their panting horses and wiped the sweat from their brows, while the
foot-soldiers gathered about their leaders. They distrusted the enemy
for a long time and held themselves in readiness to repulse one of those
subtle attacks which were so characteristic of the Turks. When the
spies, however, reported that they could find no trace of them,
Frederick gave orders to pitch the tents. Every one sought food and
drink, the first requisites after a hard battle. As soon as all were
satisfied, they searched for the wounded, of whom there were not many
thus far; partly because almost every scymitar blow had been fatal, and
partly because the heat hastened the death of the severely wounded.
Those who could rest by the side of their own friends and
comrades-in-arms were fortunate. Among these was Conrad of Feuchtwangen,
who held both his sons in his arms, while they in turn embraced him and
murmured prayers of thankfulness to God for protecting him. Then the
weary ones slumbered, gathering fresh strength for new victories, of
which their souls dreamed while their bodies rested from their strenuous
exertions.
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