Hardly had the ceremonies been concluded before the episcopal slanderer was struck down with a fatal malady.

In the midst of the most excruciating torments of mind and body, he turned to the minions of Henry who surrounded him, and cried: "Go, tell the king, that he, and I, and all who have connived at his guilt, are lost for eternity!" The clerks at his bedside conjured him not to rave in that manner; but he replied, "And why shall I not reveal what is clear to my soul?
Behold the demons clinging to my couch, to possess themselves of my soul the moment it leaves my body.

I entreat you--you, and all the faithful, not to pray for me after my death!" With this he died in despair.

The same day, the cathedral of Utrecht, in which he had preached, and the royal pavilion, were suddenly consumed by fire from heaven.

Burchard, Bishop of Misne, Eppo of Ceitz, Henry of Spire, and the Duke Gazelon, were successively the victims of sudden and fatal misfortunes.