Chapter 10
The Bishop of Borglum and His WarriorsOUR scene is laid in Northern Jutland, in the so-called
"wild moor." We hear what is called the "Wester-wow-wow"—the
peculiar roar of the North Sea as it breaks against the western
coast of Jutland. It rolls and thunders with a sound that
penetrates for miles into the land; and we are quite near the
roaring. Before us rises a great mound of sand—a mountain we have
long seen, and towards which we are wending our way, driving slowly
along through the deep sand. On this mountain of sand is a lofty
old building—the convent of Borglum. In one of its wings (the
larger one) there is still a church. And at this convent we now
arrive in the late evening hour; but the weather is clear in the
bright June night around us, and the eye can ran
