"Come yourself, and see me do that, Dame Marie," he said.
'One can breathe fresh and free at Norrebak.
When she went to his castle is not known, but on the altar
candlestick in the church of Norrebak it was inscribed that they
were the gift of Palle Dyre and Marie Grubbe, of Norrebak
Castle.
A great stout man was Palle Dyre. He drank like a sponge.
He was like a tub that could never get full; he snored like a whole
sty of pigs, and he looked red and bloated.
"He is treacherous and malicious," said Dame Pally Dyre,
Grubbe's daughter. Soon she was weary of her life with him, but
that did not make it better.
One day the table was spread, and the dishes grew cold.
Palle Dyre was out hunting foxes, and the gracious lady was nowhere
to be found. Towards midnight Palle Dyre came hom
