January 1st 1066
Here they came, line after line of noblemen and servants riding walking and some even being carried down the old road, once laid down in order to quickly move the Kings troops around his lands. With a young nobleman, who seemed to be not more than 20 years of age, riding at the head of the column. Groups of peasants gathered in the roadsides murmuring and staring at the strange view in front of them. Who was these people? Rumours would say that the young man leading the group was in fact their new lord, the count of Jylland, and that he had come here to Skive, a small peasant village to build himself a new capital close to the fjord! “Complete craziness” the elder and more wise of the peasantry would say. Why build a new capital when the count could take residence in Viborg just 30 kilometres further south, in one of the most beautiful towns west of the Danish belts?
Put never the less it seemed as if that was the purpose of his journey.
None of them knew from where he came, or what he had done to deserve the power given to him by the good and noble King Svend. Not even the miller, who always seemed to know everything could answer their questions. But to most of them that didn't matter. They were only glad to be rid of their former master and lord, count Ulf of Viborg, a most brutal man. So it was with great enthusiasm that the local villagers started work on the new capital for their lord, who was soon to be known as Benjamin of Skive.
Work on the new capital is commensed:
Here they came, line after line of noblemen and servants riding walking and some even being carried down the old road, once laid down in order to quickly move the Kings troops around his lands. With a young nobleman, who seemed to be not more than 20 years of age, riding at the head of the column. Groups of peasants gathered in the roadsides murmuring and staring at the strange view in front of them. Who was these people? Rumours would say that the young man leading the group was in fact their new lord, the count of Jylland, and that he had come here to Skive, a small peasant village to build himself a new capital close to the fjord! “Complete craziness” the elder and more wise of the peasantry would say. Why build a new capital when the count could take residence in Viborg just 30 kilometres further south, in one of the most beautiful towns west of the Danish belts?
Put never the less it seemed as if that was the purpose of his journey.
None of them knew from where he came, or what he had done to deserve the power given to him by the good and noble King Svend. Not even the miller, who always seemed to know everything could answer their questions. But to most of them that didn't matter. They were only glad to be rid of their former master and lord, count Ulf of Viborg, a most brutal man. So it was with great enthusiasm that the local villagers started work on the new capital for their lord, who was soon to be known as Benjamin of Skive.

Work on the new capital is commensed:


