The Legendary Chronicle



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        This small chronicle, by Marcus Lorenzen called "The Legendary Chronicle in Stockholm" because it only contains 
        legends, is found in Cod. Holm. K 46. The chronicle is a rather clumsy adaptation of earlier texts such as Annales
        Ryenses and ultimately Gesta Danorum, with the author frequently misunderstanding his sources or even forgetting
        to include material. The chronicle was dated by Peter Skautrup to around 1460, and was most likely authored
        by the Franciscan monk Olavus Jacobi in Næstved.

Text sample:

        Ten tredyæ oc føryætyuennæ vor ten sammæ Halden, som draph koningh Eryk af Suørygæ oc en kempæ aff Suerighæ,
        som hed Syuald, oc hans broder met hannum at en synnum, oc han vor sa sterk, at han dro træ opp meth rødher oc sloos
        met tøm. Han drap oc i Suerigæ end iættæ, som hed Hartend, oc hans tolf kempæ met hannum. Then Harten vorr
        elløfuæ alnæ høw. Oc sien gioræ han mangæ vnnerligæ ting i sinæ dagæ.

        The forty-third was the same Halden who slew king Eryk of Sweden, as well as a champion of Sweden named Syuald,
        and also his brother with him at the same time. He was so strong that he pulled up a tree by its roots and fought them.
        In Sweden he also killed a giant named Hartend, and his twelve champions together with him. That Hartend was
        eleven cubits tall. And after that he did many wondrous things in his days.

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