The multitude began to dissolve, and the two wanderers found
their way become clearer and clearer.
Together they entered the empty, red Cathedral, and together knelt down
in a secluded corner. After some minutes passed thus Roland remembered
that the hour of two had struck while they were gazing at the
Archbishop. Gently he touched the hand of his companion. They rose, and
walked slowly through the great church.
"There," he whispered, "is where the Emperor is crowned. The Archbishop
of Mayence always performs that ceremony, so, after all, there is some
justification for his self-assumed leadership."
Again out into the sunshine they walked to the Fahrgasse, and then to
the bridge, where the Countess paused with an expression of delight at
the beauty of the waterside city, glorified by the westering sun.
Crossing the river, and going down the Bruckenstrasse of Sachsenhausen,
Roland said:
"Referring to people who are not Emperors, that is my room at the
corner, where I lived when supposed to be in prison.
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