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
While they were yet speaking, a horseman, in a gray cloak, and mounted
on a gray steed, overtook and passed them at full gallop. None of them
had seen him on the way, and they therefore supposed that he had issued
from one of the quarries.
"Light the torches, carls," cried Drost Peter, dismounting. "We must
search these robbers' dens before we go farther."
They lighted some of the torches which they had brought with them to
illuminate the road, if the king should arrive late; and, whilst six of
the house-carls were left with the horses, Drost Peter, with the
others, proceeded to search the suspicious pits and holes. From the
first quarry which they examined, they brought several weapons, and two
gray cloaks and hood-masks; the other pits they found empty, and
without any traces of having been recently used as a retreat for
robbers. For perfect security, however, Drost Peter left behind four
carls, as a watch over them, and, in profound thought, rode forward
with the others on the way to Scanderborg.
The king, according to his appointment, had left the palace early; for,
however frequently he might change his mind on other matters, he was
extremely punctual with regard to journeys of pleasure. Drost Peter met
him half way from Harrestrup; and when he informed him of what had
occurred there, and mentioned the large booty which had been taken from
the robbers, the king appeared much gratified, and continued his
journey without delaying. Old John Little, as well as Chamberlain Rané,
and a number of huntsmen, who accompanied the king, seemed to listen to
the drost's relation with some doubtfulness; while his sharp looks
detected an uneasy expression in Rané's countenance. But when the drost
informed them that he had himself searched the Daugberg quarries, and
set a watch over them, the doubts of the old knight appeared to vanish,
and he laughed, and jested gaily, but at the same time kept his eye,
unobserved, on every look and gesture of the chamberlain.
It was past midday when the king and his train stopped at the
celebrated lime-quarry, which he had previously determined to examine,
and which he could not now pass without some attention. When he
perceived the armed house-carls before the pits, he started, and
inquired of the drost if they were his people, and with what view they
kept watch there, since the robbers had been seized, and the caves
searched.
"It is still possible that we have not discovered them all, sir king,"
replied the drost. "Perhaps, too, they belong to a confederacy which it
were important to root out. So long as your grace remains at
Harrestrup, I consider it my duty to watch these lurking-holes
closely."
The house-carls, with lighted torches, stood by the entrance to the
largest pit, when the king, dismounting, advanced a few steps and
looked timidly into it.
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