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None of the Swedish kings before him was called by the name of Erik, but the title passed from him to the rest. At the same time Alf was king in Hethmark, and he had a son Asmund. Biorn ruled in the province of Wik, and had a son Aswid. Asmund was engaged on an unsuccessful hunt, and while he was proceeding either to stalk the game with dogs or to catch it in nets, a mist happened to come on.
They all knew it. They had been with her and had mourned with her. "Young people are imprudent. One holds one's tongue when one ought to speak, for shame's sake. One dares not to speak for fear of what people will say. He who has not spoken at the right time may have to repent it a whole lifetime." They all believed that this was true. She had heard Wik yesterday as well as many times before.
She's left all her own income to me." "How much?" "Well, it comes to rather over thirty shillings a week." "And can't a single woman live on thirty shillings a wik? Bless us! I don't spend thirty shillings a wik myself." Helen raised her chin. "A single woman can live on thirty shillings a week," she said. "But what about her frocks?" "Well, what about her frocks?" he repeated.
The canoe had now caught its speed. Conjuror's House was dropping astern. The rhythm of the song quickened as the singers told of how the king's son had aimed at the black duck but killed the white. "Ah fils du roi, tu es mèchant, En roulant ma boule, Toutes les plumes s'en vont au vent, Rouli roulant, ma boule roulant." "Way wik! way wik!" commanded Me-en-gan, sharply, from the bow.
They likewise held the god Frey to be the founder of their race. In the entire fleet of Ring there were 2,500 ships. The fleet of Gotland was waiting for the Swedish fleet in the harbour named Garnum. So Ring led the land-force, while Ole was instructed to command the fleet. Now the Goths were appointed a time and a place between Wik and Werund for the conflict with the Swedes.
It no longer sounded like a pitiful lament, but strong, imperative, commanding. "Oh, my beloved, wilt thou not come soon?" Down by the door, in the worst of the crowd, stood Matts Wik. He looked much intoxicated, but that evening he had not drunk. He stood and thought. "If I might speak, if I might speak!" It was the strangest room he had ever seen, the most wonderful chance.
I have his letter about it." She read the letter aloud for them. A tear glided demurely down her cheek. "He had seen falsely in his jealousy. Between Erikson and me there was nothing then. It was four years before we were married; but I will say it now, for Wik is too good to be misjudged. He did not run away from wife and child from light motives, but with good intention.
But when they came near, quite near to her, she had to look up. Then she saw that the gray birds were all these old women. One of them began to speak. She knew what was proper, what was fitting in a house of mourning. They had now been silent long enough. But the wife started up as from a blow. What did the woman mean to say? "You, Matts Wik's wife, Anna Wik, confess!
There was peace and order in the crowd. Bad words did not venture to pass the lips. Oaths rumbled harmlessly behind teeth. And Matts Wik, the shoemaker, the terrible blasphemer, stood now as standard-bearer by the platform. He, too, was one of the believers. The red flag caressed his gray head. The Salvation Army soldiers had not forgotten the old man.
Something like seventy meals have been served in this house since I entered it." "I gave Mrs. Butt a pound a wik," he observed. "But think what a good manager Mrs. Butt was!" she said, with the sweetness of a saint. He was accustomed to distributing satire, but not to receiving it.
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