Locus igitur celeberrimus medio fere Iucię orbe consistit, qui seu ob sui eminentiam, siue ob antiquorum inibi sacrificiorum uel preliorum frequentiam uel ob idoli ibidem quondam opinatissimi, qui Wig dicebatur, memoriam Wigbergis (ueluti 'Wigi excelsum' aut 'belli mons' seu 'sacrificationis') lingua Danica nuncupatur, ubi ex totis Iucię partibus quamsepius non minima multitudo tam de causis communibus tractatura quam et de legum ueritate siue firmitate discutienda simul et stabilienda conuenit; et quod ibi communi consensu aggregatę multitudinis statutum fuerit, non impune uspiam in Iucię partibus irritum fieri ualebit.

Huc ergo insignissimus heros cum satellite superstite deueniens, dum inibi, si quempiam fidem retinentem inueniat, inquirit, non modo non inuenit, immo etiam ibi insidiarum laqueos obpositos intendit. Aquilonale namque uulgus, ut supra commemorauimus, furiis infernalibus actum, quod sceleris huius auctor et exordium fuisse dinoscitur, iam uesanię suę signa circumquaque denunciando efflauerat et principi religioso effugii locum nusquam relinquebat.

Et, heu, cum uulpibus auxilii fouea pateat et aues consortes sibi nidos requirant, filio hominis (id est: Ihesu Christo) famulantes, ubi caput reclinent, non habent. Ex hinc portum fluminis, qui Sle dicitur, cum suis absque tumultu adiit, nautico itinere cum fesso iam per terras comite Pheoniam profecturus.

There is a renowned place situated almost at the center of Jutland, called Viborg in the Danish tongue. The name is explained either by its elevated position, or by the frequent sacrifices or battles once held there, or by the memory of a once-famous idol worshiped there, called Wig. Hence the place is known as “Wigberg,” meaning “the height of Wig,” or “the hill of battle,” or “the hill of sacrifice.”

From all parts of Jutland, large crowds frequently gathered there to deliberate on common affairs and to examine and confirm the authority and force of the laws. Whatever was decided there by the common consent of the assembled people could not be set aside with impunity anywhere else in Jutland.

When the illustrious hero arrived there with what remained of his retinue, he searched to see whether he might find anyone still loyal to him. He found not only no such person, but instead discovered that traps of treachery had been laid for him even there. For the northern populace, as we have already described — driven by infernal fury and recognized as the authors of the crime — had already spread the signs of their madness far and wide and left the devout prince no place of escape.

And alas — while foxes have holes and birds find nests for themselves, those who serve the Son of Man, that is Jesus Christ, have nowhere to lay their head. From there he went quietly with his followers to the harbor of the river called the Schlei, intending to travel by ship to Fyn, since his companions were now worn out by the journey over land.