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Then came Gustav's warder who had gone bail for him in sixteen hundred gulden, and pleaded for his prisoner. "I am not a prisoner," was Gustav's retort, "I am a hostage, for whom the Danish king pledged his oath and faith. If any one can prove that I was taken captive in a fight or for just cause, let him stand forth. Ambushed was I, and betrayed."
She had to pack her things, and after dinner was driven away. She looked good and gentle as she always did; one would have thought she was a perfect angel if one had not known better. Next morning Gustav's bed was empty. He had vanished completely, with chest, wooden shoes and everything. Lasse looked on at all this with a man's indulgent smile children's tricks!
The men went about crestfallen, and gave the bailiff time to get well ahead. "Well, I suppose we'd better see about starting now," said Karl Johan at length, as he got into his wagon. The bailiff was already some way ahead; Gustav's nags were doing their very best to-day, and seemed to like being in front.
At that moment Anders felt Gustav's knife pressing against his thigh, and in an instant had his hand down there and wrenched it free. Gustav tried to take it from him, but gave up the attempt for fear of being thrown off. He then confined himself to taking possession of one of Anders' hands, so that he could not open the knife, and began sitting upon him in the region of his stomach.
That kind and harmless old man to be so insulted! This was indeed the culmination of all Gustav's outrages! She would never forgive him this! For he had insulted her as well, beyond what pride or meekness could put up with. She turned, and, running up to the old man, put both her hands into his. "I'm so awfully sorry. Good-bye, dear, dear Monsieur Harmost; I shall come on Friday!"
She had to pack her things, and after dinner was driven away. She looked good and gentle as she always did; one would have thought she was a perfect angel if one had not known better. Next morning Gustav's bed was empty. He had vanished completely, with chest, wooden shoes and everything. Lasse looked on at all this with a man's indulgent smile children's tricks!
More than once I'd heard Dinky-Dunk proclaim that the right sort of people never bickered and quarreled. And I remembered Theobald Gustav's pet aphorism to the effect that Hassen machts nichts. But life had its limits. And I wasn't one of those pink-eared shivery little white mice who could be intimidated into tears by a frown of disapproval from my imperial mate.
The air hummed with merry voices and the strains of concertinas. They missed Gustav's playing now yes, and Bodil's pretty face, that always shone so brightly on a day like this. Pelle had the appetite of years of fasting for the great world, and devoured everything with his eyes. "Look there, father! Just look!" Nothing escaped him.
He was young, well educated, and the son of wealthy parents, and of an amiable disposition. This, it may well be supposed, had quite the opposite effect, and in a short time we were engaged to be married, with the formal, if not the hearty approval of Gustav's relations, and in course of time the marriage ceremony took place, with all the paraphernalia of an Alt-Deutsch Hochzeitsfest.
But a spear had gashed Gustav's leg, and presently blood began to drip in the snow. Sven had his wits about him. He got down, and cut the fetlock of one of the beasts with his jack-knife so that it bled and no one need ask questions. When they got to Marnäs, Gustav was weak from the loss of blood, but a friendly surgeon was found to bind up his wounds.
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