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
"Came a kaiser himself here, sir," answered the warden, "you would not
be ashamed of your house. Dorothy has had the waxlights placed, and the
tables covered, these two months. The whole castle has been cleaned,
and is as bright as are our halberds. The pantry is full of choice
viands, and the cellar of prime ale and sweet wine. If the king should
stay the whole winter, he will not have to lick his fingers."
"And the hunters, the hounds, and the falcons?" inquired the drost.
"They are fleet and well-trained. You shall get honour by them, sir."
"One thing more, Tygé. Is the neighbourhood secure? Are there no
poachers in Kjælderriis, and no loose and suspicious people in Daugberg
quarries?"
"Why should such an idea enter your thoughts, sir? Beggars and tinkers
pass by here now and then: we give them bread and meat in God's name,
and they touch not a rabbit in the woods, nor a feather in the
hen-house. If the district were unsafe, we must have heard of it. No
thief or robber may venture near Harrestrup Castle, so long as your
banner hangs over the gate. Have you perceived anything, sir?"
"Not I. It was only a fancy that seized Skirmen on the road."
"What, Claus Skirmen!" exclaimed the lively warden; "when wert thou
wont to have old women's fancies?"
"If you will trust me with half a score of house-carls, sir," said
Skirmen, quickly and decidedly, to the drost, "I shall yet perhaps,
before you go to bed, show your confident warden that I have not had
old women's fancies."
"Well, if you have a desire to see a little about you, you may have ten
carls, willingly. If you do not break your neck in the pits, you must
be here again before midnight. The moon rises late: have you torches?"
"They are not required," said Skirmen: "the darker the better. On
foot, we can find our way blindfolded. Take good care of my norback,
lads. I shall have none of you with me but you, nimble John, and you,
warder Soeren, and you--" And he thus selected ten of the most active
house-carls, and hastened from the gate with them, whilst the grooms
led the horses to the stable.
Drost Peter accompanied the castle-warden across the court, and up the
stone steps, to the dwelling-house.
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