In those days one small inn (now they can be counted by the dozen) stood on the margin of the large forest of Godesberg.
The Rhine here runs between the Godesberg on the one side and the Drachenfels on the other.
Some people however whispered that on the day of the black deed, a man was seen fleeing from the forest of Godesberg.
The unfortunate youth had rashly contrived this hellish plan to rid himself of his brother and to become lord of Godesberg.
He had purchased an estate in Godesberg, near Bonn, and removed thither in 1824.
Ludwig knew at once, by the sinople reversed and the truncated gules on his surcoat, that it was Sir Gottfried of Godesberg.
Some time after the two brothers sat as usual in the high banqueting-hall of Godesberg.