![]() ![]() Those colors were his.Įrik looked back at his beloved Krogen, the great fortress he had built. ![]() Steal their goods, loot their ships and slaughter their men. They had cast him out, made him a stranger and a fugitive from his own country, but he would be back. The scum that had stolen his throne would feel his wrath. His allies would rise and stand against the usurpers. They would understand the full scale of Erik’s power and of his secret order of knights. The faint rays of the winter sun shone on its jeweled contents as he picked up the red-and-white scarf that lay on top: Dannebrog, the flag of Denmark - the oldest national flag in the world. Only the sound of whining seagulls and the occasional whisper of waves tapping the stern filled the early morning air.Įrik smiled as he lowered one knee to the deck and opened the lid of a wooden chest. ![]() The narrow strait between Denmark and Sweden remained calm. On board, King Erik VII kept an eye out for cannons, for signs of action or soldiers arming themselves. A shallow oak ship moved silently through the waters, heading north toward the massive fortress looming on the horizon. ![]()
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