The Childhood of King Erik Menved: An Historical RomanceIngemann, Bernhard Severin
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The Childhood of King Erik Menved: An Historical Romance
Ingemann, Bernhard Severin
Denmark -- History -- Erik Glipping, 1259-1286 -- Fiction; Denmark -- History -- Erik Menved, 1286-1319 -- Fiction
"This treason you shall pay for, Sir Lavé!" she heard exclaimed by a
harsh-toned voice, which she recognised as that of the stranger with
the large plaited beard. "If Drost Hessel will still be your defender,"
continued the angry speaker, "he cannot save your life when I denounce
you, and prove you to be a traitor to the country."
At these words, which only seemed to confirm her own cruel suspicions,
the unhappy daughter was well nigh sinking upon the spot. The name of
Drost Hessel had also attracted her attention in the highest degree,
and the key fell from her hands. It rolled a few steps downwards, and
Skirmen picked it up.
"Still, there is no proof of so heinous a crime," she now heard uttered
in the voice of the young gentleman who had known her mother, and who
had seemed to her so kingly. "Appearances are very much against you,
Sir Lavé," continued the same voice; "but we ought to think the best of
Sir John's kinsman as long as possible; and for what has yet happened
here, no one can legally condemn you."
At these words, a gleam of hope lighted up the soul of the magnanimous
daughter. "Yes, he may still be innocent!" she exclaimed, hastily
thrusting into the lock the key which Skirmen had handed to her. The
door was instantly opened, and the sight of the courageous girl
astonished the knights. Her father appeared still more surprised to see
her.
"Are the strangers still here?" he hastily inquired.
"Nay," replied the daughter, scarcely daring to look in her father's
face, lest she should read in his manner a confirmation of the crime
that she still hoped was a matter of doubt.
"Ha! escaped! Perdition seize them!" exclaimed Thorstenson, stamping
with rage. "Now, the object of our detention is clear enough."
"Do you know whether they have gone seawards or landwards, noble lady?"
inquired Drost Peter. "Can you tell us, with certainty, which route
they have taken? Your word is my surety that they are withdrawn, and
are not concealed within these walls."
Lady Ingé was about to answer, but her father seized her hastily by the
arm.
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