It had taken several months, but at last was the Chapel of the Holy Sjnoel from Brabant, as ordered by the Duchess, finished. It stood right in between of the city hall and the castle of Keizersberg, it's churchbells would penetrate the walls of both to call people to the mass. It was a pure white building, created for large parts in Italian marble in honour of the Duchess, decorated with Ironsandstone from the proper region. It had a purple rosary window in the tower that made the altar on the inside bathe in purple at noon, and the small windows at each side right beneath the roof would assure that the light would play inside the chapell from dawn untill dusk. On top of the tower stood a golden statue of Saint Sjnoel, his Teutonic sword in one hand, pointing in the direction of the northwest, the direction of Holland where he fought against heresy. In the other hand, he held the Book of Virtues opened, the book with whom he spread the word of the Almighty. At the inside, many tapestries made in Flanders decorated the floors, as paintings decorated the walls. No effort was spared to show the Glory of the Almighty, and the Steward smiled. He knew his Duchess would appreciate it.