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E!f (* ASFIKEN V SY WE y QUE On a sunny morning in late April, 1290, Count Volkmar rous- ted his eleven-year-old son from bed an He was merely a fat man who most of the year seemed pathetic, and in March positively degraded. the young Herod who was to accom- plish so much, and the cx-slave breathed deeply of the sea air.

God wanted someone He could laugh with in the afternoon, he told his wife one day. Now it's sixteen years later. Obverse: VKNM VIII GRET S M CUR COND DOV REAVME DACR (Volk- mar VIII of Gretz, Sire of Ma Coeur, Count of the King- dom of Acre). At Nazareth, which seemed a sturdy anchor of Christianity in a land already become infidel, Volkinar left the others and w