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
"Wretched, faithless soul!" exclaimed Master Grand, vehemently. "I told
you that my intentions were pious and god-fearing, and yet you could
conceive the idea of depriving a servant of the Lord of his life!"
"I shall answer for that to my master, and his grace our most precious
king," replied Morten: "here, we have no respect of persons. We lock up
princes and great lords, when we have instructions to regard them as
rascals. I place the most guilty on the spit, when I have orders to
regard them as capons; and, if even the pope or kaiser wills to creep
through the window to them, I shall answer for it before all
Christendom, if I suffer them to break their high and holy necks."
Cook Morten was becoming noisy, and the castellan, who had now returned
from the prison, on hearing these insolent words, ordered him to
moderate his zeal, and to talk with more reverence to the pious worthy
sir dean, who was entirely innocent, and had, at the same time, done a
deed for which every brave Dane ought to thank him.
"I believe I know the world and mankind tolerably well," said he, with
a self-satisfied air, to Master Grand; "and I am rejoiced, your
reverence, that I was not mistaken in my good opinion of you. That your
intentions towards the king and country are good, I am now satisfied,
albeit you spoke hard words, yesterday evening, against the sins and
errors of the great. As a faithful man of God, you had a right to do
so; but, Herregud! we are all human, and even the most virtuous among
us may be suspected, and have appearances against him. That I have
myself just experienced, pious sir. You are now free to depart, at what
instant you please, but I shall be delighted if you will be my guest
until it is day. Night is no man's friend; and, though you are a pious
servant of the Lord, you might still go astray."
"I fear not that," replied Master Grand: "I have nothing further to do
here, if you are satisfied with the deed of conveyance, my good, honest
Poul Hvit?"
"Entirely so, pious sir. Bear Abbot Magnus my respectful salutations;
and, since it must be so, God be with you!"
At the castellan's order, Master Grand's palfrey was immediately led
out. The lofty ecclesiastic saluted the castellan with calm dignity,
and gave the token of benediction, with three fingers, to the
respectful house-carls; whereupon, attended by a lay-brother who acted
in the capacity of his groom, he quitted Sjöborg in the quiet moonlight
night.
A few hours after, and when the sun had risen, Duke Waldemar and his
drost, accompanied by Poul Hvit and twelve armed troopers, rode from
the castle-gates of Sjöborg, and took the road to Korsöer, in order to
cross over to Nyborg, where the king and his Best Men were residing,
and where the agreement, under seal and oath, was required to be
ratified by the Dane-court, before the duke and his drost could obtain
their full liberty.
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