Death and the Devil

“Perhaps. But the burgomasters naturally wanted to put on as imposing a show as possible. Latterly they took to giving glittering parties, which they claimed were essential for the work of the authorities. The authorities being the patricians, of course. This all made a big hole in the finances, so they increased the taxes. It had less and less to do with representing the interests of the inhabitants of Cologne, and the noble families, as they like to call themselves, did less and less to conceal their contempt for tradesmen and excluded them from all official positions. Though that didn’t stop them from dipping into everyone’s pockets and even getting themselves elected masters of the guilds.”

“But why did the craftsmen put up with it?”

“Ask the opposite question. Why would patricians want to be elected guildmasters?”

“To represent the interests of the trades?”

“And weaken them politically. They promised them protection against the archbishop’s jurisdiction, but then they controlled all appointments to the judiciary. Another step toward depriving the archbishop completely of power. Favors given and received, an incredible sink of corruption.” Jaspar sighed. “At least, that was the situation when Conrad von Hochstaden was made archbishop.”

“And he wants the old power back?”

Jaspar nodded.

“I see,” said Jacob thoughtfully. It was beginning to get interesting. “But now only a few patricians are magistrates.”

“They have been deposed, more or less.”

“By whom?”

Jaspar looked at him. “Can’t you guess?”

“Conrad?”

“Who else? Conrad’s ultimate aim was to reestablish the absolute power of the archbishop, but he went about it in a roundabout way, initially cooperating with the citizens and confirming their privileges. This lasted until he opposed the emperor and, in agreement with the pope, arranged the election of an anti-king. Cologne had always been loyal to the emperor, hardly surprising since he guaranteed its economic privileges and stability. Then, although he had recognized the city’s right to mint its own currency, Conrad suddenly brought out a coin of his own. It wasn’t worth much, but it bore his image, the vain bastard. Not content with that, he set up new customs barriers, although it didn’t lie within his powers and hit Cologne’s trade where it hurt. The city protested. Conrad, unimpressed, gathered an army and besieged it. To no avail, however, since it now had its splendid walls. He had to agree to a court of arbitration under Albertus Magnus, who found against Conrad on all counts.”

“The Lesser Adjudication,” Richmodis murmured.

“Yes! Conrad had to cancel all the disputed measures. A farce! Five years later he started a new dispute when he accused the citizens of Cologne of having planned to assassinate him—”

“And had they?” Jacob asked.

Jaspar grinned. “Who knows? Three years ago the Kleingedancks attacked one of his relatives. Right outside his palace! While he was inside dispensing justice. It was a private feud, but Conrad presented it as an attempt on his life. So we had another war, which the patricians won, and another defeat for the archbishop. Then—”

“Richmodis!” It was Kuno whispering. All heads swung around. With great effort Kuno had raised himself a little. He was deathly pale.

Richmodis jumped up and went to support him.

“He should be lying down,” said Jaspar.

Goddert smacked his lips a few times, cleared his throat, and opened his eyes. “What’s going on?” he asked.

No one took any notice. They were standing around Kuno as Jaspar wiped the sweat from his brow. “Relax,” he said. “You’re safe here.”

Kuno shook his head feebly. “No one’s safe.” His eyelids fluttered.

“Water,” Jaspar commanded. He gently slapped Kuno’s cheeks. “We don’t want to lose him again.”

“The alliance—” Kuno breathed.

Richmodis hurried over with a damp cloth and Jaspar wiped Kuno’s face. He was seized with a fit of coughing, then sank back, breathing heavily.

“Tell us about the alliance,” said Jaspar urgently.

“It’s too late.”

“It can’t be too late as long as your lot are trying to kill us.”

“Not me.” Kuno’s chest was heaving, as if he couldn’t get his breath. “I’ve broken with them. I want the alliance to end. It—it is wrong.”

“Gerhard’s words!” exclaimed Jacob.

“It is wrong.”

“Who was in the alliance?” Jaspar asked.

They waited. For a while it seemed as if Kuno had fallen asleep again. Then they heard his hoarse voice. “Heinrich von Mainz—”

“Married to Sophia Overstolz,” Jaspar added. “The Overstolzes again.”

“My brothers, Bruno and Hermann.”

“Both in exile.”

“Johann and Daniel—and Matthias Overstolz—and…and Theoderich—”

“So we were right. Anyone else?”

“Leave me alone. I’m tired. I—”

“Who?” Jaspar shouted. He took Kuno by the shoulders and started to shake him. Kuno groaned. Jacob grabbed Jaspar’s wrists and pulled him away.

“Sorry.” Jaspar rubbed his eyes.

“The witch,” Kuno panted.

“Witch?”

“Blithildis. The witch. The blind witch.”

Jaspar looked around, dumbfounded. “Blithildis Overstolz,” he whispered. “My God, what on earth do you intend to do?”