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Oh, she's fond of him and he's fond of her, too; only, everything's all wrong! When she went running off like that today, the Captain was standing outside the house, and said to me: 'Go and look after your mistress, Ragnhild, and I went after her, and there she was, standing behind a tree down the road, and she just stood there, crying, and smiled at me.
After a little, he sat down on a stone we had just got out, all over fresh clay as it was, and watched us. I took up my spade and went up, thinking of his clothes. "Hadn't I better scrape the stone a bit clean?" "No, it doesn't matter," he said. But he got up all the same, and let me clean it a little. It was then that Ragnhild came running up to us, following the line of the trench.
I am rubbing it up again now, for it is a good thing to have; it turns dim unfailingly when there is rain or snow coming on. If Ragnhild had been here, now, she would have polished up that saucepan herself. But then, again, I tell myself, I would rather see to my own weather-guides; Ragnhild can find something else to do.
Ragnhild and the dairymaid were always laughing and joking noisily at meal-times and quarreling now and again between themselves; the cook's authority was not always enough to keep the peace, and this often made things uncomfortable. Also, it seemed that some one must have been talking to Lars Falkenberg, my good old comrade that had been, and made him suspicious of me now.
The men and women living on this lonely island were like the sweet, honest, simple folk we read of in Björnson's charming Norwegian stories, full of kindly thoughts and ways. The murdered Anethe might have been the Eli of Björnson's beautiful Arne or the Ragnhild of Boyesen's lovely romance.
The child of a younger child of Ragnhild would probably be still younger. Heiress to very large landed estates and justly entitled to claim a moiety of the Erlend Thorfinnson half of Caithness and all the Moddan territories, this child would be made by the king of Scotland a ward, to be married, if female, in due course to a suitable husband.
And then ah, that engineer he kissed her. "On the lips, was it?..." Ragnhild saw I was greatly excited, and tried to reassure me. "Well, perhaps not quite. I won't be sure; but still ... and he's not a pretty mouth, anyway, to my mind.... I say, though, you've shaved all clean this evening. How nice! Let me see...." "But what did Fruen say to that? Did she slip away?"
But these sons, possibly on their father's death, and certainly before 1184, when young Magnus Mangi was killed at the battle of Norafjord, emigrated to Norway to obtain the Orkney jarldom about ten or fifteen years after King William's accession; while of Ingigerd's daughters, Ingibiorg, Elin, and Ragnhild, nothing is recorded at this time, though Ragnhild appears later on, and one of her sisters is believed to have married Gilchrist, Earl of Angus during the last twenty years of the twelfth century.
And that was all. "Not being inquisitive now, but what's the matter?" I asked. "Nothing," said Nils. "The girls said you were down here, so I just came along. Why, what else?" So the maids had found me out, I thought to myself, and was ill pleased at the thought. Ragnhild it must be, a devil of a girl, sharp as a needle; she must have said a lot more than Nils was willing to confess.
The other moiety of the Caithness earldom lands would be fairly given to Johanna as heiress of Ragnhild, Harald Ungi's youngest sister, and we know that Johanna got that other moiety, because we find that her descendants inherited it, and conveyed it or parts of it by writs still extant, by the description of "half Caithness." There are, however, other views.
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