Hero Tales of the Far NorthRiis, Jacob A. (Jacob August)
History
Hero Tales of the Far North
Riis, Jacob A. (Jacob August)
Scandinavia -- History
Denmark now had peace on its southern border. Dagmar was dead, and
Valdemar, whose restless soul yearned for new worlds to conquer,
turned toward the east where the wild Esthland tribes were guilty
of even worse outrages than the Wends before Absalon tamed them.
The dreadful cruelties practised by these pagans upon christian
captives cried aloud to all civilized Europe, and Valdemar took the
cross “for the honor of the Virgin Mary and the absolution of his
sins,” and gathered a mighty fleet, the greatest ever assembled in
Danish waters. With more than a thousand ships he sailed across
the Baltic. The Pope sped them with his apostolic blessing, and
took king and people into his especial care, forbidding any one to
attack the country while they were away converting the heathen.
Archbishop Anders led the crusade with the king. As the fleet
approached the shore they saw it covered with an innumerable host
of the enemy. So great was their multitude that the crusaders
quailed before the peril of landing; but the archbishop put heart
into them, and led the fleet in fervent prayer to the God of
battle. Then they landed without hindrance.
There was an old stronghold there called Lyndanissa that had
fallen into decay. The crusaders busied themselves for two days
with building another and better fort. On the third day, being St.
Vitus’ Day, they rested, fearing no harm. The Esthlanders had not
troubled them. Some of their chiefs had even come in with an offer
of surrender. They were willing to be converted, they said, and
the priests were baptizing them after vespers, while the camp was
making ready for the night, when suddenly the air was filled with
the yells of countless savages. On every side they broke from the
woods, where they had been gathering unsuspected, and overwhelmed
the camp. The guards were hewn down, the outposts taken, and the
King’s men were falling back in confusion, their standard lost,
when Prince Vitislav of Rügen who had been camping with his men in
a hollow between the sand-hills, out of the line of attack, threw
himself between them and the Esthlanders, and gave the Danes time
to form their lines.
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