Frederick I, Holy Roman Emperor, approximately 1123-1190; Germany -- History -- Frederick I, 1152-1190
Gradually he neared the castle, which seemed to emerge from the waves of
the sea in all its hugeness of outline. Looking up, he surveyed the
imposing and colossal work of human industry. With practised eye he
estimated the strength and height of towers and walls, as well as the
size of the enclosure, and tried to ascertain the exact locality of the
door leading from it. The sight before him and the magnitude of the
task, which seemed to transcend human ability, might well have induced
him to abandon his attempt; but a voice within him said: “Thy pledged
word is sacred. Duty calls thee. It is no time for fear or doubt.
Courage and presence of mind alone will aid thee.” He studied the
situation and planned out his method of attack with the same coolness
and composure that characterized him when laying out his movements on
the battlefield. His hand had not trembled, his heart had not wavered in
a hundred battles. It beat undauntedly when all seemed lost at Legnano,
and in many a desperate battle with the Turks. Why, then, should it beat
less resolutely in a contest which must decide in a moment whether
victory or death was to be his fate?
It was a little past midday when our hero reached the castle. The beasts
at that time should have been in deep sleep, but to his astonishment
they were restlessly moving about. From time to time they ran growling
toward the centre of the enclosure as if pursued by some stronger
animal. Then they would go back to their resting-places, but without
showing any disposition to sleep. Then, yawning frightfully and eagerly
licking their lips, they would spring up and rush about again with
wildly gleaming eyes.
The Emperor had not expected such conduct from the beasts, and the
thought occurred to him, Is it due to something besides mere chance? Has
the fisherman actually carried out his treacherous design? It seemed
likely to him. He had to admit to himself that the danger arising from
such a consideration might prove fatal; but even were it so, he decided
to carry out the plan which he had fixed upon, as the best under the
circumstances.
He approached the sea-washed wall as noiselessly as he could, so as not
to attract the attention of the beasts. Bending low, he drove the boat
ahead with short, quick strokes until he reached it; then, laying down
his oar, he examined his sword and dagger, fastened his cloak loosely
about his broad shoulders, clutched the rail running along the wall: a
step, a spring, and he was up.
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