V.
War.[1]
War now. For Konrad may no longer curb
The people's zeal, the council's fierce insistance:
The whole land calls for vengeance long delayed,
For Litwa's inroad, and for Witold's treason.
Witold, once suitor for the Order's grace,
To aid recovery of his capital.
After the banquet, on this new report
That the Crusading hosts will take the field,
Changed measures—traitor to his recent friendship.
And led his knights in secrecy away.
And in the Teuton castles on the road
He entered, by the Master's forged commands;
And then disarming all the garrison,
Annihilated all with fire and sword.
The Order, roused with burning rage and shame.
Against the heathens stirred up fierce Crusade;
The Pope sends forth a bull,—seas, land, o'erflow
