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
Eric had retired with his bride to a shady spot in the garden, where
the fair aerial spectacle appeared to the greatest advantage. The
number of guests he had to entertain, as well as the festivities, had
had hitherto prevented him from exchanging a single word with her
without witnesses, and it was more than a year since they had last met.
He now found himself for a moment alone with her, under the mild and
lovely summer sky, in which the flaming stars seemed to dance round
them in the air, while the festive din was hushed, and nothing was
heard but the deep solemn notes of the horn-players, floating over the
Sound from a distant hill. A torrent of thought and feeling seemed
ready to gush from the king's heart. "My Ingeborg! my soul's beloved!"
he exclaimed, embracing her, "now hath the merciful Lord heard my
inmost prayer; he hath himself united us with an inviolable sacrament;
no power in heaven or earth can part us now. I am indeed the happiest
of human beings; were I omnipotent I would this hour make every soul
around me happy."
"Eric! my beloved Eric!" answered Ingeborg, throwing her arms around
his neck, "I have this day seen with thee into the Lord's clear heaven;
the troth I plighted thee at the altar I shall repeat in my dying hour;
my angel shall wake me with it at the last day----"
"Think not now of death," interrupted Eric, tenderly: "our life begins
but now."
"One moment may contain a thousand lives," she continued, with,
heartfelt emotion; "even were one of yon flying stars to crush me in
thine arms I still should deem myself happy; thou wouldest still be
mine, although mine eyes should close upon all the glories of this
world."
They thus talked confidentially together, and poured out their inmost
souls to each other, undisturbed by their princely guests, whose whole
attention was turned upon the aerial spectacle. The happy bridal pair
sank, with deep emotion, into each other's arms, and appeared to forget
themselves and the whole world in a silent embrace. They were suddenly
aroused by a loud explosion and a hissing sound in the air; they raised
their eyes and saw with astonishment the mild beams of the star-light
dimmed by the brightness of a large ball of fire, which ascended
hissing in the air as though it would reach the heavens. It shone clear
and bright above their heads; but as they were looking at it with
admiration it exploded, and dispersed into many thousand small stars,
which gradually waned and disappeared.
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