The Career Of Bishop Hatto


We have now to deal with a personage whose story is largely legendary,

particularly that of his death, a highly original termination to his

career having arisen among the people, who had grown to detest him. But

Bishop Hatto played his part in the history as well as in the legend of

Germany, and the curious stories concerning him may have been based on

the deeds of his actual life. It was in the beginning of the tenth

entury that this notable churchman flourished as Archbishop of Mayence,

and the emperor-maker of his times. In connection with Otho, Duke of

Saxony, he placed Louis, surnamed the Child,--for he was but seven years

of age,--on the imperial throne, and governed Germany in his name. Louis

died in 911, while still a boy, and with him ended the race of

Charlemagne in Germany. Conrad, Duke of Franconia, was chosen king to

succeed him, but the astute churchman still remained the power behind

the throne.



In truth, the influence and authority of the church at that time was

enormous, and many of its potentates troubled themselves more about the

affairs of the earth than those of heaven. Hatto, while a zealous

churchman, was a bold, energetic, and unscrupulous statesman, and

raised himself to an almost unlimited power in France and Southern

Germany by his arts and influence, Otho of Saxony aiding him in his

progress to power. Two of his opponents, Henry and Adelhart, of

Babenberg, took up arms against him, and came to their deaths in

consequence. Adalbert, the opponent of the Norsemen, was his next

antagonist, and Hatto, through his influence in the diet, had him put

under the ban of the empire.



Adalbert, however, vigorously resisted this decree, taking up arms in

his own defence, and defeating his opponent in the field. But soon,

being closely pressed, he retired to his fortress of Bamberg, which was

quickly invested and besieged. Here he defended himself with such energy

that Hatto, finding that the outlawed noble was not to be easily subdued

by force, adopted against him those spiritual weapons, as he probably

considered them, in which he was so trained an adept.



Historians tell us that the priest, with a pretence of friendly purpose,

offered to mediate between Adalbert and his enemies, promising him, if

he would leave his stronghold to appear before the assembled nobles of

the diet, that he should have a free and safe return. Adalbert accepted

the terms, deeming that he could safely trust the pledged word of a high

dignitary of the church. Leaving the gates of his castle, he was met at

a short distance beyond by the bishop, who accosted him in his

friendliest tone, and proposed that, as their journey would be somewhat

long, they should breakfast together within the castle before starting.



Adalbert assented and returned to the fortress with his smooth-tongued

companion, took breakfast with him, and then set out with him for the

diet. Here he was sternly called to answer for his acts of opposition to

the decree of the ruling body of Germany, and finding that the tide of

feeling was running strongly against him, proposed to return to his

fortress in conformity with the plighted faith of Bishop Hatto. Hatto,

with an aspect of supreme honesty, declared that he had already

fulfilled his promise. He had agreed that Adalbert should have a free

and safe return to his castle. This had been granted him. He had

returned there to breakfast without opposition of any sort. The word of

the bishop had been fully kept, and now, as a member of the diet, he

felt free to act as he deemed proper, all his obligations to the accused

having been fulfilled. Just how far this story accords with the actual

facts we are unable to say, but Adalbert, despite his indignant protest,

was sentenced to death and beheaded.



Hatto had reached his dignity in the church by secular instead of

ecclesiastic influence, and is credited with employing his power in this

and other instances with such lack of honor and probity that he became

an object of the deepest popular contempt and execration. His name was

derided in the popular ballads, and he came to be looked upon as the

scapegoat of the avarice and licentiousness of the church in that

irreligious mediaeval age. Among the legends concerning him is one

relating to Henry, the son of his ally, Otho of Saxony, who died in 912.

Henry had long quarrelled with the bishop, and the fabulous story goes

that, to get rid of his high-spirited enemy, the cunning churchman sent

him a gold chain, so skilfully contrived that it would strangle its

wearer.






The most famous legend about Hatto, however, is that which tells the

manner of his death. The story has been enshrined in poetry by

Longfellow, but we must be content to give it in plain prose. It tells

us that a famine occurred in the land, and that a number of peasants

came to the avaricious bishop to beg for bread. By his order they were

shut up in a great barn, which then was set on fire, and its miserable

occupants burned to death.



And now the cup of Hatto's infamy was filled, and heaven sent him

retribution. From the ruins of the barn issued a myriad of mice, which

pursued the remorseless bishop, ceaselessly following him in his every

effort to escape their avenging teeth. At length the wretched sinner,

driven to despair, fled for safety to a strong tower standing in the

middle of the Rhine, near Bingen, with the belief that the water would

protect him from his swarming foes. But the mice swam the stream,

invaded the tower, and devoured the miserable fugitive. As evidence of

the truth of this story we are shown the tower, still standing, and

still known as the Maeusethurm, or Mouse Tower. It must be said, however,

that this tradition probably refers to another Bishop Hatto, of

somewhat later date. Its utterly fabulous character, of course, will be

recognisable by all.



So much for Bishop Hatto and his fate. It may be said, in conclusion,

that his period was one of terror and excitement in Germany, sufficient

perhaps to excuse the overturning of ideas, and the replacement of

conceptions of truth and honor by their opposites. The wild Magyars had

invaded and taken Hungary, and were making savage inroads into Germany

from every quarter. The resistance was obstinate, the Magyars were

defeated in several severe battles, yet still their multitudes swarmed

over the borders, and carried terror and ruin wherever they came. These

invaders were as ferocious in disposition, as fierce in their onsets, as

invincible through contempt of death, and as formidable through their

skilful horsemanship, as the Huns had been before them. So rapid were

their movements, and so startling the suddenness with which they would

appear in and vanish from the heart of the country, that the terrified

people came to look upon them as possessed of supernatural powers. Their

inhuman love of slaughter and their destructive habits added to the

terror with which they were viewed. They are said to have been so

bloodthirsty, that in their savage feasts after victory they used as

tables the corpses of their enemies slain in battle. It is further said

that it was their custom to bind the captured women and maidens with

their own long hair as fetters, and drive them, thus bound, in flocks

to Hungary.



We may conclude with a touching story told of these unquiet and

misery-haunted times. Ulrich, Count of Linzgau, was, so the story goes,

taken prisoner by the Magyars, and long held captive in their hands.

Wendelgarde, his beautiful wife, after waiting long in sorrow for his

return, believed him to be dead, and resolved to devote the remainder of

her life to charity and devotion. Crowds of beggars came to her castle

gates, to whom she daily distributed alms. One day, while she was thus

engaged, one of the beggars suddenly threw his arms around her neck and

kissed her. Her attendants angrily interposed, but the stranger waved

them aside with a smile, and said,--



"Forbear, I have endured blows and misery enough during my imprisonment

without needing more from you; I am Ulrich, your lord."



Truly, in this instance, charity brought its reward.



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