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Updated: May 31, 2025
So it was that two nights later Ebbe supped at Egeskov, and was kept drinking by the old knight for an hour maybe after the lady Mette had risen and left the hall for her own room. But as Ebbe shook his rein, and moved out of the torchlight, came the damsel Mette stealing out of the shadow upon the far side of the horse. He reached down a hand, and she took it, and sprang up behind him.
His harness was of red leather, and each broad crimson rein bore certain words embroidered: on the one "A Straight Quarrel is Soonest Mended "; on the other, "Who Will Dare Learns Swiftness." Little time I lost in calling my master to admire, and having read what was written, he looked in my eyes and said, "I go back to Egeskov." "That is well done," said I; "may the Almighty God prosper it!"
"Go this evening to Egeskov and greet the lady Mette, and say to her that Ebbe of Nebbegaard could not barter his good horse, the last of his father's stable. But that she may know he was honest in offering her the thing most precious to him, tell her further what thou hast seen." So saying, he alighted off Holgar, and, smoothing his neck, whispered a word in his ear.
So when this news reached us I looked at my master, and he, perceiving what I would say, answered it. "If Holgar will carry me," said he, "we will ride to Egeskov." This Holgar was a stout roan horse, foaled at Nebbegaard, but now well advanced in years, and the last of that red stock for which our stables had been famous.
But there was no need. Before the men of Egeskov reached the Ness and found there the black stallion roaming, its riders were sailing out of the Strait with a merry breeze. So began our voyage. My master was minded to sail for Norway and take service under the king.
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