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"This is really frightful; I cannot even recognize East Street. Not a shop to be seen; nothing but old, wretched, tumble-down houses, just as if I were at Roeskilde or Ringstedt. Oh, I really must be ill! It is no use to stand upon ceremony. But where in the world is the agent's house. There is a house, but it is not his; and people still up in it, I can hear. Oh dear! I certainly am very queer."
Your name shall circulate with renown all round the earth, like unto the ship that was to have sailed from Corsor; and in Roeskilde" "Do not forget the diet!" said King Hroar. "Then you will speak well and wisely, little Tukey; and when at last you sink into your grave, you shall sleep as quietly" "As if I lay in Soroe," said Tuk, awaking.
And up the slope into the old church went all the kings and queens of Denmark, hand in hand, all with their golden crowns; and the organ played and the fountains rustled. Little Tuk saw all, heard all. "Do not forget the diet," said King Hroar.* *Roeskilde, once the capital of Denmark. The town takes its name from King Hroar, and the many fountains in the neighborhood.
Knut, finding nothing pass the Sound worth much blockading, went ashore; "and the day before Michaelmas," says Snorro, "rode with a great retinue to Roeskilde." Snorro continues his tragic narrative of what befell there: "There Knut's brother-in-law, Jarl Ulf, had prepared a great feast for him. The Jarl was the most agreeable of hosts; but the King was silent and sullen.
A man whose window looked out to the cathedral exclaimed one day to a neighbour, 'What horse is that? There is none, said his neighbour. 'Then it must be the Helhest, said the other, who shortly after died. It is said that in the cathedral at Roeskilde, there is a narrow stone on which, in old times, people used to spit, because a Helhest was buried there.
The weakest in the world are now gathered here, where once the greatest and the wisest met, exchanged thoughts, and were lifted upwards. Their memories will ever be associated with the "Cottage of Philemon and Baucis." The burial-place of kings by Hroar's spring the ancient Roeskilde lies before us.
Here we must correct a mistake in the last paper: Denmark is not quite without railway accommodation; there is about 15 miles of railway from Copenhagen to Roeskilde, and this is to be continued across the island of Zealand to Korsör.
Every ninth year the sacrifices were on a larger scale than usual, consisting then of ninety-nine horses, dogs, and cocks human beings were also sometimes offered. When Christianity was established in Denmark the seat of royalty was transferred to Roeskilde, and Leiré fell into total insignificance. It is now merely a village in Zealand. Now come we to Sigersted, near Ringsted.
Understand me well; your name shall travel with fame round the world like the ship that was to sail from Corsor, and at Roeskilde, Don't forget the names of the towns, as King Hroar said, you shall speak well and clearly little Tuk, and when at last you lie in your grave you shall sleep peacefully, as " "As if I lay in Soroe," said little Tuk awaking.
Close by sat an old king with a golden crown on his white head. This was King Hroar of the Springs and near the springs stood the town of Roeskilde, as it is called. Then all the kings and queens of Denmark went up the ascent to the old church, hand in hand, with golden crowns on their heads, while the organ played and the fountains sent forth jets of water. Little Tuk saw and heard it all.
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