Embracing the wife that secretly plots his death with the Luciferians so she can rule as regent and marry his successor, Albert II, another Luciferian, the oblivious Holy Roman Emperor Sigismund kisses the unfaithful Empress Barbara of Cili before striding off to the Imperial stables to mount his favorite steed, the awakened warhorse Gunner...
He rides along the Rhineland paths, catching glimpses of the waxing moon reflecting off the Rhine River through the oaks, elms, and pines, and enjoying the fresh night air after weeks of being quarantined in his sickbed...
To Gunner, his awakened warhorse: Lass die Feiglinge aus den Schatten auf mich einschlagen, treuer Gunner ... Gott hat mich geheilt, ein Zeichen seiner Barmherzigkeit und Gunst ... Der Herr ist mein Hirte, ich werde nicht wollen ...
Holy Roman Empress Barbara wrote: Meanwhile, in the Imperial Palace of Holy Roman Emperor Sigismund. Empress Barbara of Cili is perplexed by her husband's sudden miracle recovery...
In German, to Sigismund: Oh, my dear husband... Are you sure you aren't just delirious? I mean... maybe you are hallucinating, and are still gravely ill? You should remain in bed, just in case...
How can he be recovering, unless our master has fallen? Could Nero be destroyed by those meddling Mighty Ones? Have they truly grown so powerful? Surely not...
In German as he dresses for a night ride along the Rhine River: Nonsense, mine strüdel! I'm fine as a frog's hair! I'm going for a night ride to gather my thoughts...
In his sickbed at the Imperial Palace in the Palatinate of the Rhine, Sigismund of Luxembourg's fever breaks, and he lets out a long sigh of relief as his pains suddenly ease. He slowly crawls out of bed, and kneeling before the bejeweled crucifix over his silk canopied bed, gives thanks and praise to God for his miraculous recovery!
Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott!
Meanwhile, at his palace in the Palatinate of the Rhine, Holy Roman Emperor Sigismund lies on his sickbed, wracked with spasms and coughing up globs of dark blood, which stains his bedding and night clothes.
He stares wide-eyed, stricken with fear, at phantoms and demons unseen by his physicians, nurses, and servants, and intermittently groans in pain as his limbs seize up.
Some evil necromantic disease has afflicted him, its source unknown, but feared to be an attack by the Devil on His Imperial Majesty. Remove disease spells cast regularly on him by the Imperial Chaplain ease his torment only temporarily; within hours, the mysterious malady returns to plague the emperor.
Oh mein Gott, warum hast du mich verlassen?
Sigismund of Luxembourg, Holy Roman Emperor, King of Bohemia, Hungary, Germany, Italy, et cetera, struggles to hold onto the reigns of Empire, having united the patchwork of kingdoms that sprawl across the heartland of Europe at much cost, and having played a pivotal role in ending the papal schism, but also being a key figure in the Hussite Wars that followed...
Champion of the Roman Catholic Church, Sigismund founded the Order of the Dragon for the purpose of fighting the Ottoman Turks and other enemies of the Church...
Recently, he was captured and held for ransom by the infamous gnome wizard Rumplestilskin, and a clan of evil cloud giants, in their cloud castle over the Black Forest. The villainous gnome trickster threatened to have the giants toss the Holy Roman Emperor off the cloud castle unless the ransom was paid by Mayday of last year; fortunately, the heroic adventurers Prospero Blue (Bermudan pygmy catfolk wizard), Don Tunes D'Holliday (Venetian aasimar paladin), and Pamentet of Ra (Egyptian aasimar cleric) rescued Sigismund and dealt a punishing blow to Rumplestilskin (who barely escaped with his life) and the cloud giants (who weren't so lucky)...
Emperor Sigismund commands one of his swiftest and most capable messengers, female wood elf Tringelda Dame der Greifen (Dame of Griffons), to fly south from the Imperial Palace in Frankfurt, across the great Alps, and down the Italian coast to The Eternal City of Rome, there to deliver an imperial commission to the en vogue young Japanese composer and organist, Toshio Okumura, at the Palazzo D’Borja, where it is said (by the imperial diviners) that he is a guest of the Cardinal Lucius D’Borja.
Überbringe diese Nachricht so schnell wie möglich im Palast von Borgia in Rom an Maestro Toshio Okumura!
The Emperor hands Dame Tringelda a scroll of vellum sealed with the imperial seal in red wax...
The Holy Roman Emperor, Sigismund Wittelsbach, sits in his comfortable throne in his imperial palace and listens to the music played by a trio of bards, meistersingers from his home land of Bohemia...
They play a motet by Japanese composer Toshio Okumura, the sweet strains echoing like fairy voices in his chamber...
I must commission this brilliant composer to write for me a processional march or some water music to listen to as I ply the Rhine... Such exquisite beauty... aural poetry...
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