The night wore away, and when the morning broke out cheerfully as though no care were in the world, Gilbert de Hers still knelt beside the corpse of the king.

No tears were in his eyes then, and the expression of his face varied between deep thought and deep grief.

He might have remarked that the scorn had departed from Henry of Stramen's lip; but he did not.

His mind was occupied with other things; and silent and sad, he would not leave his vigil beside the dead.
Early in the morning of the sixteenth, the victorious army, sadder than defeat could ever have made it, entered Merseburg.

After the obsequies had been performed with equal solemnity and magnificence, the body of the king was deposited in the choir of the cathedral.