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
"Us?" repeated the duke, suddenly changing his tone of familiarity to
one of pride and coldness: "remember to whom you are addressing
yourself, Tuko! What connection had I with these conspirators? Look to
your own safety. After what you have stated, I would advise you to be
careful. Rely not on my name: unless you can, like me, wash your hands
of what has happened, and swear you had no part in it, I cannot aid
you. I am here, with the young king, as his nearest kinsman and
protector. With Marsk Stig and his transactions, I can have nothing
to do. The late conspiracy at Möllerup is already talked of as a
well-known affair, and you are named as having been concerned in it.
But for me, I knew nothing of it, and nothing will I know."
"But, most gracious sir," exclaimed Sir Abildgaard, in astonishment,
"you stated no objections when you accorded me permission to travel;
and, though you did not expressly send any message by me, we perfectly
understood each other. What I promised in your name, I have never
doubted but that you would fulfil."
"What you have promised, you must yourself perform. I have promised
nothing that I dare not proclaim to the world. That which I promised
and swore to the deceased king, in our covenant at Sjöborg, I have kept
to the letter. From that hour I have undertaken no step against the
crown and kingdom, and yet here they have no confidence in me. I must
remain contented with respectful servants, and an ample guard of
honour, while the margraves and Drost Hessel are present in the
council. But I shall speedily teach these gentlemen who is the guardian
of the king, the legal protector of the kingdom; and the daring rebels,
too, shall know that I am not the man who, contrary to his oath and
duty, will be found protecting traitors and regicides."
Sir Abildgaard stood as if thunderstruck. "My noble duke," he said, at
length, "you must be jesting? You will not strike down, in his moment
of need, the faithful friend who has placed his life in jeopardy for
your sake? I, who so cheerfully shared imprisonment and adversity with
you--you cannot seriously propose to use me as a mere tool, which you
can suffer to be broken and cast aside with unconcern, when you have no
farther need of me? If this, however, be the friendship of princes, I
must indeed have been the most obtuse animal in the world, when I
thought I had discovered generosity and magnanimity under purple."
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