‘Oh, don’t you know about the legend of the maiden?’ asked a girl in a cream hooded cloak.
Merle shook her head with me. She’d told me that the Old Town was divided into the upper section (Danish landowners) and lower section (Estonian and Danish merchants) who didn’t get on. The girl in the cloak sat at the bottom of a wall that separated the two.
She continued in a sing-song Scandanavian accent. ‘Well, there were bunch of maidens staying in that tower and one of them fell in love with a knight from the upper side, but they had to be secretive about their affair because they came from enemy sides. So one night, the girl took a lantern and walked along the wall to where her lover would be. It was a windy night and her lantern went out and she fell to her death. She’s up in the tower still.’