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Valdemar grasped it kissed it and in spite of his efforts to restrain his emotion, a sigh, that was almost a groan, escaped him. The bonde smiled again, then lay quiet for a few moments as though endeavoring to collect his thought. Presently he spoke his voice was faint yet distinct. "What has happened, Valdemar?" he asked. "How is it that the strength has departed from me?"
King Valdemar had done the same thing three centuries before, with the result of losing four thousand men and getting an arrow wound in his eye, but undeterred by this, if they knew anything about it, the nobles and knights, who were very numerous in the army led by Frederick and Hans, went to the war as lightly as if it were an excursion of pleasure.
His thoughts were, however, busied with something else, and he next asked "Where's our pilot?" "Valdemar Svensen, sir? He went down to his bunk as soon as we anchored, for a snooze, he said." "All right. If he comes on deck before I do, just tell him not to go ashore for anything till I see him. I want to speak to him after breakfast." "Ay, ay, sir."
When six miles distant they met a knight who advised them to go no farther, saying: "You will cause yourselves and your friends much sorrow if both of you trust yourselves in the king's hands at the same time." Valdemar indignantly replied to this that "there are too many who seek to breed disunion between the king and his brothers."
When Valdemar returned a victor from Esthonia, having beaten alike the pagans and the Livonian knights, and bearing with him the victorious Danneborg, he was at the height of his glory, and none dreamed of the terrible disaster that awaited him. He had made enemies among the German princes, and they conspired against him, but they were forced to submit to his rule.
Olaf questioned a shepherd whom he met on the upland pastures, and from him learned that Rand the Strong was still recognized among the islanders as their king and that the power of King Valdemar was broken. So Olaf returned to the ships and brought them round into a wide bay, upon whose shores the town was built.
Bishop Valdemar had been released after fourteen years' imprisonment at the entreaty of Queen Dagmar, and was ever after one of the most bitter enemies of the Danish king. But though a bishop and count might be thus held captive, it is difficult to conceive of a powerful monarch being kept prisoner by a minor noble for three long years, despite all that could be done for his release.
Try if you can find it anywhere on sea or land! It has gone, and he has gone with it like a king and warrior to glory, joy, and victory! Glory joy victory! those were his last words!" Britta retreated, and caught Ulrika by the arm. "Is he mad?" she asked fearfully. Valdemar heard her, and rose from his chair, a pained smile on his face. "I am not mad, Britta," he said gently. "Do not be afraid!
Calling together those who had made the choice of Valdemar, he hotly asked them: "Who among you was so bold as to order an election during my absence, though you knew that King Erik named me Jarl and chose me for his heir? And why did you choose a child for your king?" "Though you are indeed most worthy to wear the crown, you are advanced in years and cannot live to rule us as long as your son."
It is my business, however, simply to proceed. There was no longer the faintest sign of vitality in M. Valdemar; and concluding him to be dead, we were consigning him to the charge of the nurses, when a strong vibratory motion was observable in the tongue. This continued for perhaps a minute.
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