time to find vent, the
old Duke gave the twelve heralds a sign, and they hurried into the
thick grove of oaks rustling behind the ash-tree. Then he struck the
shield, saying: "Justice has now been done according to righteous law
and the noble will of the people.

"The judge has done his work: now listen to your Duke, army of the
Alemanni!"

Deep silence instantly followed: all eyes rested intently upon
Hariowald, who sprang up, took the shield from the tree, slipped it on
his left arm, and grasping the spear with his right hand, said from the
high stone step, his voice, now in a totally different tone, ringing
out with mighty resonance over the people:

"Many of you, I know,--and not the worst spearmen,--have silently
dissented or openly grumbled because I have so long delayed leading you
to battle. The foe was in the land, and we shrank into the forests; he
was burning halls and huts, and we were watching the smoke and flames
rise at a distance and remaining inactive. Gradually, even from the
farthest districts, the men faithful to the league and obedient to the
oath joined us: still the Duke delayed. And meanwhile the enemy was
fortifying his camp. Yes, we knew it--any morning from the fortress on
the opposite side of the lake the proud galleys might bring almost as
many warriors as the camp already contained. Why did the old man still
delay? When would he fight?"

"Yes, yes, why delay? When shall we go to battle?" Many voices
impatiently repeated.

"He delayed," the Duke went on, his voice rising in tones of thunder,
"because he did not wish to strike part, not even half, but all, all,
as many as could be reached,--all the murderers, the burners of homes,
whom the boy in the imperial purple has again sent from across the lake
to attack our free people!

"To-morrow (faithful men reported it to me before the news reached the
Roman General), early to-morrow morning the proud galleys will sail
across the lake and anchor off the shore close to the camp; and
to-morrow, after midnight, old Hariowald will lead you to storm the
camp and the ships at the same time!"

Then the long-repressed battle fury broke out in a terrible tumult;
frantic shouts and wild clanking of weapons echoed through the air.

"Look," Hariowald continued, "the heralds are already bearing from the
sacred grove of the gods of our country, from the mysterious gloom of
the forest darkness, never illumined by a sunbeam, the victorious
badges of