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
"Not yet," said the mailed knight, quietly, and raised his voice.
"Until the Dane-court is brought to a close, the law protects you. This
law only protects me," and he struck his large, rattling sword. "The
moment the Danish court is terminated, separate. In half an hour, I am
again on board. Yet three words in private with your and my future
lord."
The young duke hastened anxiously forward, and fervently seized the
knight's mailed hand. They retired a few steps, and the mysterious
knight whispered some words into his ear, which he only heard, but at
which the bold duke's cheeks changed colour. The knight regarded him
with a keen look, laid his hand encouragingly upon his shoulder, and
nodded. The duke regained his composure, and, with a haughty look, made
a hasty motion with his sword. Without adding a single word more, the
tall, iron-clad knight saluted the company, and quietly strode out at
the door.
A general silence ensued, while the young duke appeared struggling to
overcome some anxious, disquieting thought. Hastily seizing his cup,
"Long life to our trusty, watchful friend!" he said: "may he return
safe: he has done much for our sakes to-day."
Scarcely had he uttered the words, and put the goblet to his lips, ere
the door was opened, and Drost Peter Hessel, with old Henner Friser,
entered, accompanied by a crowd of burghers and seamen, carrying with
them the bound Swain Rané. Old Henner led his daughter by the hand. She
cast back a kindly look towards the door, where the squire, Claus
Skirmen, was standing, with his master's scarlet cloak upon his arm,
and surprised apparently at the sight of so many strangers; whilst his
eyes speedily forsook the fair, dark-eyed damsel, and rested, with
earnest attention, upon his master's every look and motion.
As the young drost entered, Duke Waldemar and the knights hastily
replaced their uplifted goblets on the table, and looked at one another
with amazement.
Drost Peter did not appear to notice the general confusion which his
entrance had occasioned. Having saluted the company with knightly
politeness, "I perceive," he said, in a lively, unaffected tone, "I am
yet in time, my lords, to greet you in my own doublet, and to thank you
for your excellent travelling society. I had my reasons for appearing
as a boatman: that scarcely any of my noble lords will doubt. It
gladdens me that I was fortunate steersman enough, and had the
opportunity, of bringing so many important patriots safe to land. I
would have thanked you for your confidence immediately upon our
landing, my lords; but I have been delayed by a little unpleasant
adventure, which is now happily finished."
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