King Eric and the Outlaws, Vol. 3: or, the Throne, the Church, and the People in the Thirteenth Century. — John Shaqi
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
At this moment the king's horsemen surrounded them, and saluted them
with courtesy. "Follow us, venerable sirs," said their leader, a brisk
young halberdier. "We have orders to bring you to the king's castle."
"In the name of the Lord and all the saints we accept the king's
convoy!" said the bishop, looking around with uneasiness, while his
cheeks glowed, and he seemed but half to trust to this unexpected safe
conduct.
"The bishop! the bishop! Seize him! stone him!" shouted a whole crowd
of the excited rabble, who, headed by some guild-brethren, had quitted
the burgher procession, and ran, with weapons and stones in their
hands, over the meadow towards the ecclesiastics.
"Back, countrymen!" shouted the leader of the horsemen, brandishing his
sword. "We lead him captive to the king."
"Captive! the bishop captive!" exclaimed the insurgents with joyous
shouts. "That's right!--long live the king!--to the dungeon with
Grand's friends and all king-priests!"
"Captive!" repeated the bishop, clasping his hands; "ha, the
presumptuous traitors!"
"Compose yourselves, venerable sirs," said the young halberdier, in a
lowered tone. "I obey the commands of my sovereign; if you refuse to
comply I shall be compelled to use force; but whether you are the
king's guests or his prisoners you will assuredly be treated as beseems
your rank and condition."
The ecclesiastics were soon within the gates of the king's castle, and
looked doubtfully at each other, as one door after another was with
much deference shut behind them, and they stood at last in anxious
expectation in a vaulted chamber, which, with its high windows and the
little iron-cased door, which was also secured behind them, bore a
greater resemblance to a prison than an apartment destined for the
reception of guests. There was no want, however, of furniture or
comfort; there were writing materials as well as both edifying and
entertaining books. It was the king's private chamber.
The deputies of the burghers and counsel started almost in as great
dismay as the bishop and his clerical companions, when they beheld
themselves surrounded on a sudden by royal halberdiers and horsemen
before the castle gate. The captain of halberdiers dismissed the
half-armed mob, who had followed the procession with shouts and threats
against the bishop, and with frequent acclamations for the king, on
occasion of his having (according to report) thrown the bishop into
prison.
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