His fault thus appears to
himself twofold, and the inward prick galls him twice instead of once.
Hence, the more sensitive the conscience, the more loath it is to give
up; it rejects any promise which may lead to wrong-doing, and refuses
to give to give others any right of imposing remorse.
At the same time another sentiment has arisen, not less valuable, but
hardier, more energetic, more human and more effective. On his own in
his stronghold, the feudal chieftain, at the head of his band, could
depend on nobody but himself, for a public force did not then exist.
It was necessary that he should protect himself, and, indeed, over-
protect himself. Whoever, in the anarchical and military society in
which he lived, allowed the slightest encroachment, or left unpunished
the slightest approach to insult, was regarded as weak or craven and
at once became a prey; one had to be proud-spirited, if not, one
risked death. This was not difficult either. Sole proprietor and
nearly absolute sovereign, with neither equals or peers on his domain,
here he was unique being, superior and incomparable to every one
else.[8] On that subject revolved his long monologue during his hours
of gloomy solitude, which soliloquy has lasted for nine centuries.
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