Gottschalk – Lone Voice in the Night (1)

The heavy iron gate swung open and a German count and his wife stepped inside the walls of the monastery at Fulda. Between them walked a little boy, perhaps eight or nine years old, holding his mother’s hand. His eyes were wide as he stared at the simple garden and buildings. Men in brown hoods walked toward them. One man held his hands out to the visitors and spoke. “Greetings in the name of our Savior. I am Rabanus, a priest here at the monastery of Fulda. We’ve been expecting you.” Count...