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So they fought again, and again they rested, and the Strandvarsel put the same question. 'No, said the Bonde. They fought again, and they rested, and the same question was put by the Strandvarsel. 'Yes, said the Bonde. 'It was lucky for you that you said "Yes," said the Strandvarsel, 'or I would have broken your neck. The legend goes no farther.
And oh! the bonde!" here she gave way to a fresh burst of tears "the dear, good, kind, brave bonde! That he should be dead! oh! it is too cruel too dreadful I can hardly believe it!" Ulrika patted her consolingly on the shoulder, but said nothing and Valdemar sighed. Britta sought for her handkerchief, and dried her eyes but, after a minute, began to cry again as recklessly as ever.
Bonde, in English translation, is usually called peasant; but this is not an equivalent; for with the word "peasant" we associate the idea of inferior social condition to the landed aristocracy of the country, while these peasants or bondes were themselves the highest class in the country. The land owned by a peasant was called his udal.
Valdemar grasped it kissed it and in spite of his efforts to restrain his emotion, a sigh, that was almost a groan, escaped him. The bonde smiled again, then lay quiet for a few moments as though endeavoring to collect his thought. Presently he spoke his voice was faint yet distinct. "What has happened, Valdemar?" he asked. "How is it that the strength has departed from me?"
The bonde could trust himself to say no more, but turned abruptly away, brushing one hand across his eyes, and was silent for many minutes. The young men, too, were silent, Sigurd's determined suicide had chilled and sickened them. Slowly they returned to the hut to pass the remaining hours of the night though sleep was, of course, after what they had witnessed, impossible.
"Dyceworthy!" roared the bonde, becoming inflammable at once. "He knows little of me or mine, thank the gods! and I would not by choice step within a mile of his dwelling. What makes you think of him, sir?" Lorimer laid a hand soothingly on his arm. "Now, my dear Mr. Gueldmar, don't get excited! Mac is right. I dare say Dyceworthy knows as much in his way as the ancient Lovisa.
From one song she glided to another and yet another; her soul seemed possessed by the very spirit of music. Meanwhile Errington, in obedience to an imperative sign from old Gueldmar, left the saloon, with him, once outside the doors the bonde said in a somewhat agitated voice "I desire to speak to you, Sir Philip, alone and undisturbed, if such a thing be possible."
When Olaf Gueldmar and his daughter left the yacht that evening, Errington accompanied them, in order to have the satisfaction of escorting his beautiful betrothed as far as her own door. They were all three very silent the bonde was pensive, Thelma shy, and Errington himself was too happy for speech.
They were often called white witches, as in England. There was a man called Kristen, who pretended to have wonderful powers. A certain Bonde did not believe in him, and one day told him that he had a sow possessed with a devil. The sow was simply vicious. Kristen at once offered to drive the devil out of the sow. Kristen went into the stable and began to exorcise.
It was a long and exceedingly difficult journey and in some parts dangerous but Sigurd proved himself worthy of the commendations bestowed on him by the bonde, and guided them by the easiest and most secure paths, till at last, about seven o'clock in the evening, they heard the rush and roar of the rapids below the Fall, and with half an hour's more exertion, came in sight of them, though not as yet of the Fall itself.
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