Speyer, Bischofhaus, All Souls Day, 1076
Are we in the Bischofhaus in Speyer? Is the bishop’s house the place where the Salian emperors, Conrad and his son Henry and his son Henry, accompanied by their entourage, always stay when they visit their favorite church, Dom zu Speyer, the largest cathedral in Christendom, if you don’t count Byzantium? Do the emperors always tell the bishop that one of these days they will build themselves a palace, a proper Kaiserpfalz, here in Speyer? Do the bishops always reply that it is no burden, none whatsoever, indeed it is an honor, to host the imperial cortege?
Where has Henry been for the past two weeks? Has he been camping in Oppenheim, across the river from Tribur, where the princes of Germany have assembled to discuss what to do about King Henry and the Pope, who has imprisoned the king in the damp dungeon of anathema, or the political equivalent thereof, a campsite in Oppenheim, on the other side of the Rhine?
Has Henry’s host and good friend, Rüdiger, the bishop of Speyer, been the go-between in the awkward negotiations, ferrying back and forth across the melodious Rhine, Tribur to Oppenheim, Oppenheim to Tribur, between the excommunicated king and the devout princes of Germany, so anxious to avoid contamination of their souls?
And now, at last, has the Fürstentag, the Parliament of Princes, come to an end?
Does our scene begin with Bertha of Savoy, Henry’s delicate queen, organizing her household for the move back to Goslar? Are we in the bishop’s kitchen? Who is there? Is that Bruno, the Saxon monk? Is he still hanging around the royal family? Shouldn’t he go back to Rome, or at least back to his monastery? Who is toddling around the floor, trying to chase a cat? Is that Conrad, the little Duke of Lower Lotharingia? Who catches Conrad as he scoots by, and chastens him with an affectionate tickle? Is that Eustacia, Bertha’s serva vecchia, the beloved maidservant who was Bertha’s own nanny it seems so many years ago? And who is that other woman, so heavy but so sure of herself in this kitchen? Who else could she be but the bishop’s cook?
Does a hunchbacked beggar come to the door, asking for alms or a meal? Does Bruno take charge for a moment, as the only adult male present, and shoo the beggar away? Does he then complain to Bertha that their host, the bishop, is far too permissive, that he has allowed the beggars of Speyer too much freedom and familiarity, too much access, in short, to his kitchen door and the scraps of his table? Does Eustacia begin to tease Bruno? Does she ask him why he doesn’t like the bishop? Because the bishop is too good? Too rich? Too successful? Too handsome? Does the bishop’s cook join in the teasing? Or does she just smile and watch, her hands upon her hips?
What does Bertha do as Bruno blushes? Does she smile serenely at his discomfort, giving him hope one moment and despair the next?
Is it now that Rüdiger returns? Does he appear at the doorway of the kitchen, in the company of the hunchbacked beggar, for whom he orders his cook to prepare a meal? Does the bishop’s cook, with a mocking look at Bruno, take the beggar into one of the side kitchens? Is the Bischofhaus so grand that it has kitchens within its kitchens? Does Eustacia discreetly take Conrad away, saying It’s time for his nap? Does she give a sharp look at Bruno, as if to say, You too, you should make up some excuse to leave Bertha alone with the bishop? Is her wrinkled old face expressive enough to convey such a complex message without words? Does Bruno reluctantly do what she has suggested? Does he stammer and say I must go to my room and pray? Does he look over his shoulder, longingly, as he departs?
When they are alone, does Bertha thank Rüdiger for his hospitality? Is he a handsome, athletic, yet scholarly man? Does he have the grace and self-confidence of someone with large private fortune who has devoted himself to good works? Is he exactly the sort of man she would be attracted to, if she were not hopelessly in love with husband, the king?
Does Bruno find a nook in the next room, and seclude himself there, listening?
Does Bertha tell Rüdiger that her family will be leaving now, and returning to Goslar? Does Rüdiger tell Bertha that he is afraid she must remain here at Speyer, but of course his hospitality will continue with unabated pleasure? How does Bertha react to this news?
How about the eavesdropping Bruno? What does he think of remaining here in Speyer, in the house of the handsome bishop? Can we see his reaction through the shadows that fall dramatically upon his hidden face? Or do we deduce his emotion from our intimate knowledge of his character and motivations? Or from the graphic properties of the moody shadows?
Does Bertha ask Rüdiger what he means when he says, must remain?
Does Rüdiger explain that Henry has signed an agreement with the Princes of Germany? Does he say it’s called the Promise of Oppenheim, and that among its provisions–
Is Rüdiger interrupted, at that very moment, by the sound of King Henry arriving? Does Henry come in through the front door of the Bischofhaus with his advisors? Are the Rabbit Warriors following him, tentatively, and in some confusion? Does Bertha rush from the kitchen to see what is going on? As she hurries to the Great Hall, does she pass Bruno, in his hidey nook? Does she look at him with puzzlement, but only for a moment? Does the brevity of her glance break his heart? Can we see it in his face? How long do we linger on this delicate moment, a man realizing just how unrequited is his love, now that a noisy angry king has stomped into the next room?
Or does Bertha hurry past Bruno, never even seeing his face in the shadows?
When Bertha, followed by Rüdiger, enters the Great Hall, is Henry denouncing his advisors for betraying him? Is he saying that he will go to war, tomorrow–that he will attack the Pope! the Saxons! the Bavarians! the Thuringians! the godless Saracens! and even those insufferable Byzantines! all at once? Is Henry saying he will soon be the only Roman Emperor? Does Henry boast that he will be the new Alexander, king of the known world?
Does Henry even know who Alexander the Great was?
Are Henry’s advisors protesting feebly against the king’s ragings? Do they whimper this war would be suicidal, mad, doomed? Who are these advisors? Does Bertha know them? Does she recognize her old friend Count Udalric, and Bishop Rupert of Bamberg, and that Otto, the one who is Bishop of Constance, not the one who is Bishop of Regensburg? Has Bertha ever been able to tell the two Ottos apart?
Has the entire household now gathered around the edges of the Great Hall to watch the spectacle of the king’s tantrum? Are little Conrad and Eustacia looking down from the balcony? Are the cook, the hunchbacked beggar, and Bruno the Mendicant peaking from the hallway that leads to the kitchen? What combination of pity, terror, awe and disdain does each of them feel?
Does Bertha whisper a question to Bishop Rüdiger? Is she asking him what has happened to make her husband so upset? Does he reply, his lips close to her ear, that Henry has agreed to give up his army and wait patiently in Speyer until the Assembly at Augsburg, the one where the princes will be joined by the Pope, and now, after the long ride home and a few drinks at a nearby inn, Henry has worked himself into a fury, at himself and his advisors, because he cannot bring himself to disband the Rabbit Warriors, his brethren of the battlefield?
Does Bertha nod her head in quiet understanding? Does she know what she must do?
Does she step forward, crossing the fray, walking heedlessly between invective-spewing king and wheedling defensive cleric? Does she continue on, without acknowledging either husband or bishop, and approach one of the Rabbit Warriors, who is standing uncomfortably against a wall?
Is it Immanuel, the smallest of the Rabbit Warriors, known in his language as Schwager, the God-Who-Is-With-Us? Does she quietly, but not whispering, no, her voice is soft but clear, thank Immanuel for his brave service? Does she kiss him on his rough cheek and wish him well?
Does she do the same for the other Rabbit Warriors? For Florianus, known as Schulze the Flower-of-Manhood? For Andrius, known as Ruck the Strong? For Phillipus, known as Geng the Horse-Lover? For Stephanus, known as Grahlert the Garland-Headed? And for Benecius, the largest of Rabbit Warriors, known far and wide as Feller the Blessed? Does she thank each one, and kiss each one on his rough cheek?
Do they each, in response to her soft kiss, kneel humbly before her?
Does Henry fall silent at her display of quiet dignity? Do the assembled bishops bow their heads in reverence at her courtly ritual? Does Eustacia pat Conrad’s hair, as if to say, That’s your mother, you should be proud? Does the cook weep openly? Does the hunchbacked beggar suppress a tear? Does Bruno fall in love all over again, forgiving Bertha yet once more for barely noticing that he is alive?
And then, in solemn procession, one by one, do all the Rabbit Warriors stand and walk out the door, the Hasekrieger Alemanni, heroes of a bygone age who have each heard whispered in his ear the secret command of a beautiful queen? Does not their exit deserve a recessional composed for full orchestra by a great German composer, if only the world would survive long enough for German music to become the very paradigm of musical greatness?
And now, when the Rabbit Warriors are finally gone, does Bruno, wiping away his tears, catch Henry exchanging a conspiratorial glance with the hunchbacked beggar?
Or is Bruno just imagining things?
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