ABSTRACT
But the little lad in the bed saw plainly the old Kronenburg with the Oer Sound, the real Holger Danske, who sat deep below with his beard grown through the marble table, dreaming of all that happens up here. Holger Danske also dreamt of the little humble room where the carver sat; he heard all that passed, and nodded in his sleep and said, “Yes, remember me, ye Danish folk; remember me. I shall come in the hour of need.”
