It was Father Omehr whose breast now pillowed the monarch's head.

Gilbert's heart was almost bursting as he pressed the only remaining hand to his lips and saw that he was recognized.

Feeling he could not long survive, Rodolph raised his head and asked, in a dying voice, "Whose is the day ?" "Yours, my lord, yours!" replied those who were around him; for Gilbert, unable to speak, did not attempt to answer, but continued to gaze on the eagle eye over which the film of death was gathering fast.
"Yours, my lord, yours," repeated the mourners.

At these words, Rodolph fell back in the missionary's arms, saying, "Then I accept with joy the end to which God has called me.

Death no longer disturbs me, since it brings victory with it." From this moment he was speechless; and with his gaze earnestly bent upon his shield, that had been raised by a page, and on which was blazoned a crowned lion sleeping upon the knees of the Blessed Virgin, Rodolph of Suabia breathed his last.