And with the dagger’s point o’erturned the leaves,
Of the Order’s book, and silent read the law,
Inquiring sentence of his conscience only.
And having judged, his hand lays on his heart,
And all in concord raised the cry of “Woe!”
With threefold echo then the walls repeated,
“Woe!”—In that word alone, that single word,
A sentence lies! The arraigners understood.
Twelve swords were raised aloft; one aim was theirs—
Destined to Konrad’s heart. Then all departed