He was but a single man on a quest in the heart of Germany, but in the old days men had gone alone through a world of dangers to the Holy Sepulchre and had returned.

He was not far from the path taken by those from Western Europe, and he was uplifted by the knowledge.

The feeling that he, too, was a crusader grew strongly upon him, and by night and day was his support.
He crossed the border at last and came to Salzburg in the mountains, where the gray-green Salzach flows down from the glaciers and divides the town.

The place was thronged with soldiers, and the summit of the frowning Muenchburg was alive with activity.

Here in the very heart of the Teutonic confederation, far from hostile frontiers, travelers were not subjected to such rigid scrutiny.