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232
RIBE.
Chap. XLVI.
which the inhabitants are still proud, as connected with
Queen Dagmar. You recollect the old ballad:—
“ Queen Dagmar lies sick in Ribe.
In Ringsted they do expect her.
All the ladies in Denmark
Stand round about her couch.”
Awful affairs, these royal accouchements. No wonder
she died: stifled, I dare say, as poor Marie Antoinette
nearly was in after days. Her death occurred in 1205,
and now, after a lapse of six ’ hundred years, her name
is as popular among the peasantry of Denmark as ever.
The nuptials of Dronning Leonora were also here
celebrated ; and again, after the murder of Glipping, it
was here the assassins entrenched themselves, having
seized the castle from the hands of Tage Muus (mouse),
its governor. They had first tried Skanderborg, but
Queen Agnes, already informed of the bloody deed,
drew up the drawbridge in time, and, standing in the
balcony, holding her two children by the hand, listened
to the exulting taunts of the Grand Marshal. “ You
have laughed at me, Queen Agnes ! You have jeered
at my grief on account of my wife, and now I have
burnt your house.”
The spirit of the youthful Menved could not tamely
brook the insults addressed to his royal mother;
boiling with rage, he exclaimed, “ You, Marsk Stig! you
self-made king! as sure as I am King of Denmark, you
shall lead the life of an outlaw, and the moors alone
shall be your bed! ” His brother, little Christopher,
roared and cried.
Marsk Stig was taken aback by the words of the
child, but, soon recovering himself, he replied, “ Thou.
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