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
He hastily opened the shutter. A human countenance, sufficiently
palpable, met his eyes at the grating, but so thoroughly shaded, the
moon falling only on the outlines, that it was impossible for him to
perceive a single feature.
"You know me not, Duke Waldemar?" said the unexpected night-guest. "I
risk my life, perhaps, to speak with you. You must subscribe, or all is
lost."
"Grand! Master Grand!" exclaimed the duke, astonished. "Are you a
wizard, and can fly? What stand you on?"
"A storming-ladder," replied the daring ecclesiastic. "Cook
Morten steadies it, and keeps watch. The time is precious, fair
duke--subscribe!"
"From you, then, pious sir, came the good advice this morning. But I do
not thus, even were both heaven and hell to shout--subscribe! Shall I
forswear every thought of my high vocation--shall I forswear even
vengeance? For what, then, have I dared so much? For what have I
sustained so much? I will not subscribe. If you would free me, let it
be by craft or force, and I am yours: I will then place myself openly
at the head of the conspiracy, and it shall succeed or perish."
"In this way all would be lost, sir. Nothing can be undertaken until
you are legally free and secure. Your imprisonment binds up every hand;
but subscribe, and all are as free as your own. If you do not wish to
abide by your oath, the holy father can relieve you from it, as he did
your ancestor. If you wish to keep it, it is well: you can stand aloof,
and still be the head. The marsk and his friends will act alone--of
that you need know nothing--and the vacant place becomes yours. You
understand, sir? You can keep your oath, and, with a sound conscience,
come forward when the time arrives. Then, with law and justice, you can
seize the minor's sceptre; and when you have won the people's hearts,
and shown that you are worthy of the crown, it will fall of its own
accord upon your head; whilst you will have broken neither oath nor
bond."
"Ha! is it you, yourself, sagacious Master Grand? or is it the dead
bishop, who has lent you voice and form to teach me wisdom? You are
right: thus may I grasp the sceptre that constrains spirits, and win
the crown that shines pure as the sun. Now, know I what I will. You are
not the first who has taught me this. You have only told me how. Good:
I subscribe. From the hour I have subscribed, I know nothing, and will
know nothing, of your projects. Do what you will and defend it as best
you can. I go my own way; and when we meet at the goal--then--then
first I know you, and dare name you my friend. You understand me,
Grand?"
"I understand you, sir. It is certain, then, that you subscribe, and
withdraw from this place to-morrow. At the Dane-court of Nyborg, you
can confirm the agreement, and calmly await what shall come to pass."
This secret conversation was here interrupted by a sudden uproar in the
court-yard of the castle.
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