The Aesthetics of Resistance 2 by Peter Weiss

Author:Peter Weiss [Weiss, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781478006145
Publisher: Duke University Press
Published: 2020-02-18T05:00:00+00:00

The owner of the mine, a member of the merchants’ guild, Engelbrekt Engelbrektsson, had been summoned to appear before the bailiff Jösse Eriksson. Why had he not come earlier, why had they had to bring him in, asked the Dane, sitting on an elevated chair dressed in a velvet robe adorned with ribbons covered in bells. The smallest motion provoked a jingling. Engelbrekt had also gotten dressed up for the visit, wearing a floor-length, wide-sleeved cloak, hemmed with fur and with slits on the sides, and a broad-brimmed hat. Almost in admiration, he grasped one of the dangling strips of fabric, shaking it. The latest fashion, he said with a laugh. The man from Jutland informed him in a nasal voice that they were supposed to call to mind the peals of the church bells after the burning of the heretic Joan of Arc. Then began to hold forth about this vixen, this goatherd from a village in Lorraine, who had run away from her parents and sown turmoil. That slip of a woman, who could only seem large when sitting on a horse, he said, looking down upon on the thickset, cloaked figure before him; and she was almost always sitting on a horse, until she was seized in the forest of Compiègne; a monster she was, and she was justly punished in Rouen for her hubris. Of course, the people in France say she acted heroically against the British, said Engelbrekt. Possessed, a witch she was, answered Eriksson, those who condemned her ought to have known, around a hundred of them sat above her in judgment, the most eminent clerics, theologians, and doctors of philosophy; then, accompanied by vigorous jingling, that he knows full well the reasons why the invited guest did not want to show up, that Engelbrekt was trying to withhold his foreign coins in silver and gold from the king, in violation of the stipulations of the law. Engelbrekt looked at him in bewilderment. You yourself exchanged my money, he said, for worthless currency, and even if I did still possess any of it, it could hardly contribute to a victory in our wars against the Hanseatic League, which will soon have endured for twenty years. Why doesn’t he give up his beloved Schleswig. Who are you talking about, asked the bailiff. His Royal Highness, said Engelbrekt. Have we perhaps become disloyal, asked Lord Eriksson. I have always served him faithfully, said Engelbrekt. Yet one notes a reluctant tone in your voice. Question: Do you wish to join the rebel camp. I was for the Union, said Engelbrekt, but under the conditions that currently prevail it can no longer be maintained, harmony must be established, work and trade must be promoted. Then, peasants and miners in tattered clothing descended upon the chamber in the castle of Västerås. The treadwheels of the mine stood still, the adits had collapsed, the fires in the smelting ovens and at the blacksmiths had gone out. Engelbrekt, his robe undone, a breastplate and sword underneath, was surrounded.

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