They had rescued them from one terrible fate, might they not deliver them from another?
And so it came about that the young savage Chlodoveg, or _Clovis_, grandson of Meroveus, found himself master of the fair land long coveted beyond the Rhine; and Gaul and Roman alike were submerged beneath the Teuton flood, while Clovis, sitting in the Palace of the Caesars, on the island in the Seine, was wearing the kingly crown, and independent and dynastic life had commenced in what was hereafter to be not Gaul, but _France_.
But the king of whom she had dreamed was of her own race; not this terrible Frank.

Had she exchanged one servitude for another?
Had she been, not set free, but simply annexed to the realm of the barbarian across the Rhine?
Let us say rather that it was an espousal.

She had brought her dowry of beauty and "land," that most coveted of possessions, and had pledged obedience, for which she was to be cherished, honored, and protected, and to bear the name of her lord.
It will be well not to examine too closely the conversion of Clovis to Christianity, any more than that of Constantine to the religion of Christ, or that of Henry VIII.

to Protestantism.

The only thing Clovis wanted of the gods was aid in destroying his enemies.