The fugitives rallied under the walls of Wartburg.

But they were speedily dispersed and pursued, until nightfall saved them from further molestation.
"The mist of Fladenheim is clearing away," said Rodolph, pointing to the setting sun, which now broke out in unclouded splendor, as the fog vanished before a strong north wind.

That day was like his life, most brilliant at its close.

Otto now advanced, and the two monarchs embraced with mutual affection and esteem.

Whatever rivalry there might be between them was forgotten in success.
Henry retired into Franconia and dismissed his army, and Rodolph again solicited the Pope to confirm his election.
The news of these victories imparted some consolation to the Lady Margaret's breast, now torn with anxiety and solicitude.