All his men the Count collects, And from Slesvig marched away; Never such as host was seen Or before or since that day. Into Denmark marched the Count, Followed by so fair a band; Banners twenty four they bore, Power like theirs might none withstand. Gert the Count to Randers rode, To bad counsel lending ear; For from old it stood foretold, He should end there his career. He would not the place avoid, But seemed bent to tempt his fate; Of the rural lords and thanes He the quarters up will beat.
