George Brandes calls this book the greatest tour de force in Danish literature. It is a rattling historical romance; the story of a woman who loved for the sake of having her love returned.
A grim realistic biographical novel. It gives an interesting picture of Denmark of the latter seventeenth century, and of the heroine who casts her fortunes first with a natural son of the king and then with a peasant. This is the first fruit in Danish fiction, of the scientific spirit and one of the earliest manifestations of the modern ideas introduced in Scandinavian letters by Georg Brandes.
e said as he stepped in.
He was a large-boned, long-limbed man with a stoop in his broad shoulders. His hair was rough as a crow's nest, grayish and tangled, but his face was of a deep yet clear pink, seemingly out of keeping with his coarse, rugged features and bushy eyebrows.
Erik Grubbe invited him to a seat and asked about his haymaking. The conversation dwelt on the chief labors of the farm at that season and died away in a sigh over the poor harvest of last year. Meanwhile the pastor was casting sidelong glances at the mug and finally said: "Your honor is always temperate--keeping to the natural drinks. No doubt they are the healthiest. New milk is a blessed gift of heaven, good both for a weak stomach and a sore chest."
"Indeed the gifts of God are all good, whether they come from the udder or the tap. But you must taste a keg of genuine mum that we brought home from Viborg the other day. She's both good and German, though I can't see that the customs have put their mark on her."