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
"Unhappy old man!" said the knight, "mayhap it is neither the blood nor
the dead that disquiets you. I rather believe that there is a secret
doubt in your honest heart of the justice of the deed, or that it was
well-pleasing to God. Shrive yourself, in this matter, to a God-fearing
clerk; and seek to make your peace with the Lord, (who, in truth, can
alone give and take it away,) not only for the sake of the past, but
also for what has happened to-day. It was not the Chamberlain Rané, but
a greater man, that we both saw well, who had fixed upon your Aasé for
his victim. I knew him, and so much the worse. Me, perhaps, he will
spare, for prudential reasons; but he will not relinquish his object
because he has once miscarried. It will be a serious matter with you,
too, on account of the squire who lies in the dung-pit. I know but one
course, old Henner: you must over the Belt with the maiden before it is
day. Your house and goods may be sold afterwards. But proceed, without
delay, to my warden at Harrestrup. I shall provide you with a letter to
him, and he will direct you to my vacant hunting-lodge near Finnerup.
There, both you and the little Aasé are safe. The wind is favourable.
Take not too long to think of it."
The old man had seated himself upon a bench: he leant with his elbows
on the table, and his wrinkled forehead rested in his giant hands.
"Well, I shall follow your advice, and accept your offer with respect
and thanks, my illustrious young sir," said he at last, with decision,
as he arose. "It is not for the sake of this gray head: were it doomed
to fall beneath the axe, I should not take flight, in my old days, to
escape the blow. But the maiden must be saved: she is the apple of my
eye and my soul's joy--she is good and innocent. She does not yet
understand her strange dreams. God grant they may never be fulfilled!
She must be saved; and you are right--time presses. You have also
pointed my way to peace, sir drost, and I will follow it. I shall bid
good night to my worldly calling, and, in your hunting-lodge, reconcile
myself to my God and Judge as best I can."
With these words, he shook the knight's hand fervently, and went out,
to make the necessary preparations for his departure.
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