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
"So much the worse," said the duke, hastily. "Who can have paid
attention to the unhappy state of Denmark, and to the variances that
have long existed between the king and his powerful nobles, without
fearing the worst? There was a time," he continued, "when, as you know,
I took an active part in Danish affairs: with the inconsiderateness of
youth. I hoped, by a daring undertaking, to bring about internal peace
and good government. My attempt miscarried; and now I rejoice, that my
reconciliation with the king, and my renunciatory oath, exempt me from
the most distant suspicion of having participated in this
insurrectionary movement. Even my stay with you, noble sirs, in these
dreadful times, I regard as the most fortunate circumstance of my life.
In conjunction with you and your noble sister, I may now perhaps,
unsuspected, aid in restoring order to my distracted country, and in
chastising those audacious nobles who would lord it over the nation. We
have seen, at least, that they are not afraid of resorting to the most
violent measures to advance their own petty claims, and to gratify a
miserable private rancour."
"There is my hand, noble Duke Waldemar!" exclaimed Margrave Otto,
extending it cordially: "you intend honestly by the people and the
unhappy royal house, and we shall henceforth give you both aid and
counsel in restoring peace and order in the country. Let us no longer
tarry. I long to see my noble sister, and to give her comfort in her
hour of need."
They set spurs to their horses, and rode swiftly towards the camp of
Scanderborg, where they were stopped, and their names demanded by the
sentinels, who, however, respectfully allowed them to pass, on
ascertaining that they were Duke Waldemar and the queen's brothers. On
reaching the palace they found the drawbridge occupied by a strong
guard of landsknechts, and were obliged to dismount, in consequence of
the number of people who blocked up the way. The crowd fell back
respectfully on each side before the three princely personages, whose
handsome dresses and gold-embroidered mantles indicated their elevated
rank. They were, however, often stopped in their progress, and their
squires were obliged to remain behind, with the horses. During these
stoppages many expressions were heard from amongst the people, which
the duke and Sir Abildgaard listened to with special attention.
"Have they caught the murderers?" inquired a burgher.
"By the foul fiend, nay!" replied another: "the carls were well
disguised, and who could know them? They had crept into monks' cloaks.
For aught we know, they may be here, in the midst of us--nobody can
tell a hound by his hairs."
"The wood has ears, and the field has eyes--what has been hidden in the
snow, comes up in the thaw," observed an old woman on a crutch: "if Sir
John or Drost Hessel catch them, they will be hanged, without doubt."
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