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V.

And King Ladislaus grew old. His helmet seemed to him more heavy. His sleep seemed to him more coy. But he had little care, for he had a loving wife, and he had healthy, noble sons and daughters, who loved God, and who told the truth, and who were not afraid to die.

But one day, in his happy prosperity, there came to him a messenger running, who said in the Council, “Your Grace, the Red Russians have crossed the Red River of the north, and they are marching with their wives and their children with their men of arms in front, and their wagons behind, and they say they will find a land nearer the sun, and to this land are they coming.”

And the old King smiled; and he said to those that were left of the hundred brave men who took the cross with him, “Now we will see if our boys could have fought at Godfrey’s side. For us it matters little. One way or another way we shall come nearer to God.”

And the armorers mended the old armor, and the young men girded on swords which had never been tried in fight, and the pennons that they bore were embroidered by their sweethearts and sisters as in the old days of the Crusades, and with the same device of a sky-lark in mid-heaven, and the motto, “Nearer, my God, to Thee.”

And there came from the great Cathedral the wise men who had come from all the lands. They found the King, and they said to him, “Your Grace, we know how to build the new defences for the land, and we will guard the river ways, that the barbarians shall never enter them.”

And when the people knew that the Red Russians were on the way, they met in the square and marched to the palace, and Robert the Smith mounted the steps of the palace and called the King. And he said, “The people are here to bid the King be of good heart. The people bid me say that they will die for their King and for his land.”

And the King took from his wife’s neck the blue ribbon that she wore, with a golden sky-lark on it, and bound it round the blacksmith’s arm, and he said, “If I die, it is nothing; if I live, it is nothing; that is in God’s hand. But whether we live or die, let us draw as near Him as we may.”

And the Blacksmith Robert turned to the people, and with his loud voice, told what the King had said.

And the people answered in the shout which the Hungarians shout to this day, “Let us die for our king! Let us die for our king!”

And the King called the Queen hastily, and they and their children led the host to the great Cathedral.

And the old priest Stephen, who was ninety years old, stood at the altar, and he read the gospel where it says, “Fear not, little flock, it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.”

And he read the other gospel where the Lord says, “And I, if I be lifted up, will draw all men unto me.” And he read the epistle where it says, “No man liveth to himself, and no man dieth to himself.” And he chanted the psalm, “The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer.”

And fifty thousand men, with one heart and one voice, joined with him. And the King joined, and the Queen to sing, “The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer.”

And they marched from the Cathedral, singing in the language of the country, “Propior Deo,” which is to say in our tongue, “Nearer, my God, to Thee.”

And the aged braves who had fought with Godfrey, and the younger men who had learned of arms in the University, went among the people and divided them into companies for the war. And Robert the Blacksmith, and all the guild of the blacksmiths, and of the braziers, and of the coppersmiths, and of the whitesmiths, even the goldsmiths, and the silversmiths, made weapons for the war; and the masons and the carpenters, and the ditchers and delvers marched out with the cathedral builders to the narrow passes of the river, and built new the fortresses.