King Eric and the Outlaws, Vol. 3: or, the Throne, the Church, and the People in the Thirteenth Century.Ingemann, Bernhard Severin
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King Eric and the Outlaws, Vol. 3: or, the Throne, the Church, and the People in the Thirteenth Century.
Ingemann, Bernhard Severin
Denmark -- History -- Erik Menved, 1286-1319 -- Fiction
"On account of opinions, I have never banished any living soul," said
the king: "for ought I care, every man may think and believe what he
will, provided he obeys but the laws of the land, and seduces not the
people to insurrection and ungodliness. One description of madmen I
once banished, however--it is true," he added, recollecting himself:
"what they called themselves I have now forgot; but the madness I
remember well enough--they were self-appointed priests, without a
consecrated church or true doctrine. They scoured the country round,
and preached both to high and low, and would, in short, have made us
all heathens. They denied both our Lord and our blessed Lady, and all
the saints and martyrs besides; they would have nought to do either
with church or pope; and in fact, just as little with kings and
princes, or any temporal government; they zealously affirmed that we
should obey our Lord only--but when it came to the point, their Lord
was but their own ignorant and perverted will. From such mad doctrine
we may well pray our Lord to preserve us and all Christian lands."
"But that is exactly, as far as I know, the creed of the Leccar
brethren," observed Count Henrik. "We have chased the sect from
Mecklenborg also, and the pope hath doomed them to fire and faggot."
"You are right, they are called Leccarii in Latin," answered the king:
"the holy father's caring for their _souls_, by burning their _bodies_,
suits me just as little as his excommunicating, and giving us over to
the devil. That mistakes may be made in Rome we are all agreed. If the
learned Icelander belongs to yon sect, he must doubtless decamp," he
added, "and that I should be sorry for; but I must hear it from
himself, ere I will believe it; it is inconceivable to me how madness
and learning can dwell together in one brain."
"Look once again, my liege!" said Count Henrik, handing the optic tube
to the king. "Yonder comes a boat up the canal towards St. George's
hospital; if I am not mistaken it is steered by a couple of clerks;
perhaps the bishop would now vouchsafe us tidings, and put up with your
protection."
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