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
"Do you still remember that, my noble kinsman?" asked Lady Ingé
blushing. "When I sang that song by your side, and defended Dotté
against your jokes, I was still a child, and you laughed at my zeal:
but I must still defend her, my noble kinsman. Had the men of Denmark,
in her time, been as brave as she calculated upon, they would have
found steel enough to defend her cheese-anchors, and not have suffered
the Norwegian pirate-king to carry off a Danish maiden in chains, on
account of a bold word. Somewhat of haughtiness, and of childish
defiance towards a superior power, there certainly was in the whole
jest," she continued, with warmth; "but a little innocent boasting was
still a sign that she had good faith in Danish manhood and fidelity.
Had she been your daughter, I am certain that you would have gladly
paid a double ransom for her freedom."
"That may well be," replied Sir John, patting his brave kinswoman on
the cheek. "Right, proud Ingelil![25] Thou art thy brave mother's
daughter. The girl is right in some things," he continued, turning to
the learned chancellor: "she is better acquainted with these ancient
heroes than I am. This Harald Hardrada was little better than a bold,
skilful pirate: a lofty, kingly soul, he never had. His doings in
Denmark and Myklegaard redounded not to his honour; and I look upon the
daring Jarl Mindre-Alf, of our own times, as his worthy
representative."
"In mind and deed, abundance of similar representatives might be
mentioned, with sanguinary, heathenish souls in Christian bodies,"
replied Master Martin.
"Jarl Mindre-Alf!" repeated Jomfru Ingé, starting: "the coarse, rude
algrev--the little, fierce, brutish sea-rover--is he a jarl?[26] I
thought he was only Count of Tönsberg."
"He is a mighty jarl, and, next to King Erik the Priesthater, and Duke
Hakon, the greatest man in Norway," answered Sir John. "But thou art
right, child: he is a coarse, rude carl, and more like a beast than a
man. Thou hast never seen him, hast thou?"
"I have heard more of him than I could have desired," she replied,
hastily, avoiding the question, which occasioned her father great
anguish.
Drost Peter still hoped that Sir Lavé, notwithstanding his present
palpable embarrassment, had been more imprudent than guilty on the
occasion of the suspicious visit to which this accidental allusion had
just been made. In order, therefore, to rid him of this uneasiness, and
to relieve him from every fear of being called upon to answer for that
transaction, the drost turned, with perfect good nature, to Lady Ingé's
father, and informed him that the real object of the present journey,
which gave him an opportunity of revisiting so dear a spot, was an
embassy to the Swedish court of Stockholm; and that Sir John was, at
the same time, taking his family to their summer residence, Tommerup
Guard, in Scania.
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