On the banks of the river Saal, in Merseburg, forming part of Saxony, at the time of which we speak,
governed by the aged and excellent Elector Frederick, stood the Castle of Lindburg. It was one of those feudal
piles of the Middle Ages, impregnable to the engines of ancient warfare, but which were destined to crumble
before the iron shots with which cannon assailed them, as the system they represented was compelled to
succumb to the light of that truth which the Gospel was then diffusing over the greater part of Europe.
Ulrich, Count von Lindburg, or the Knight of Lindburg, as he was...