"Unless I am supported within a minute, the battle is lost." Hardly had the words escaped his lips, before the war-cry of Saxony--"St.Peter! St.Peter!" burst from three thousand throats, and the noble Otto and the Count Palatine Frederick could be seen leading on their troops, all fresh and panting for the fight.

Borne down by this vigorous assault, the pursuing column fell back in confusion, and were routed with great slaughter.

Rodolph, having rallied his men, rushed on to where the imperial standard was waving, and with his own hand cut down the banner of his rival.

A cry now arose: "Henry is dead!" Dispirited and borne down, the troops of Henry turned and fled in confusion.

They were pursued up to the gates of Wuertzburg, where the vanquished monarch found an asylum.