Bands of heretics, like moles or senseless brutes, undermined and assailed the foundation of the throne and safeguard of society: the Church.

To crush and vanquish was his profession, hatred his reward on earth.

Then, after a moment's silence, he pointed towards heaven, exclaiming as if in ecstasy: "There, there! with Him, with Her, with the Saints, for whom I fight!" The king had rarely come to the treasury in such a mood.

He seemed to feel this too, and after recovering his self-control, said: "It pursues me even here, I cannot succeed in getting the right coloring to-day.

Have you finished anything new ?" Moor now pointed out to the king a picture by his own hand, and after Philip had gazed at it long and appreciatively, criticising it with excellent judgment, the artist led him to Ulrich's portrait of Sophonisba, and asked, not without anxiety: "What does Your Majesty say to this attempt ?" "Hm!" observed the monarch.