The Childhood of King Erik Menved: An Historical Romance — John Shaqi
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
With these words, he gave up his short sword, without opposition, into
the drost's hands, and permitted his own to be bound by Claus Skirmen,
who performed this ordinary part of a squire's duties with the greatest
dexterity, at the same time casting a look at the pretty little Aasé,
whose dark, sparkling eyes ran over the bystanders, as if anxiously in
search of some one.
"My child! my Aasé!" sounded, at length, from a man's deep voice at the
door; and, with the lively exclamation, "Grandfather! dear
grandfather!" she flew into old Henner's arms, and overpowered him with
her childish caresses, without observing his wounds, which, however
little he regarded them himself, had nevertheless considerably
exhausted him.
* * *
Drost Peter Hessel and his squire had come over the Belt in the storm,
with a large company of travellers. On the road from Gremermarsh quay
to the town, they had met with the armourer Troels, the ferrymen, and a
band of burghers, in search of Henner Friser and the robbers. Drost
Peter had landed from the vessel, with a shaggy cap over his ears, and
a large boatman's jerkin over his knight's dress. They were the last to
land; and, before the young nobleman had mounted his horse, he had
taken off the borrowed cap and jerkin, thrown his scarlet cloak upon
his shoulders, and placed his feathered hat upon his head. Without
troubling himself about the other travellers, he was ready, at the
moment, to assist the burghers against the supposed robbers. The rest
of the travellers, tired with their boisterous passage, were only
anxious to reach the inn, to rest and refresh themselves.
On the quay of Gremermarsh, there still stood, however, in the changing
moonlight, a boatman, with his arm in a bandage, by the side of a tall,
knightly figure, in full black armour, with the visor of his helmet
down. They appeared to talk earnestly and secretly, and, from time to
time, pointed to the skiff that had newly arrived, and to a smaller
boat, by which the mailed knight had seemingly come, and which lay
somewhat apart, below the wood that skirted the Middelfert sound. The
boatman had arrived with the large company, and appeared to be
informing the knight whence they had come and whom they had brought.
They at length separated. The boatman nodded respectfully; and,
notwithstanding his wound, seemed to take upon himself the execution of
some commission with which he was entrusted by the stately stranger. He
departed, with hasty strides, towards the wood where the little boat
lay; while the knight took, alone, and with thoughtful steps, the road
to the town.
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