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Karna continued in this way, but Lasse was always sparing with his words, until they arrived at the Rockingstone, where the others were standing waiting. That was a block and a half! Fifty tons it was said to weigh, and yet Mons and Anders could rock it by putting a stick under one end of it.
His real name he never told me, wishing to guard the secret of that, as of his misfortunes, until after his death. For the time being he told me only that he was known as Anders, was of noble descent, and had held property on the Rhine, but that he had lost everything owing to the villainous betrayal of his gullibility and good-nature.
He was not beautiful, but he looked like a guarantee of many generations to come. The child was born to live but it was not his fate to fulfil his destination. She was also allowed to go out driving in the big carriage, with a footman by the side of the coachman. And she read A Thousand and One Nights. Never in all her life had she been so well off. After an absence of two months Anders returned.
All the time the thoughts of both were directed toward getting out their knives, and Anders, who had now fully recovered his senses, remembered distinctly that he had not got his. "Ah!" he said aloud. "What a fool I am!" "You're whining, are you?" said Gustav, bending his face him. "Do you want to ask for mercy?"
Two men mounted guard over Anders and Oblooria, who, however, were allowed to remain inside the ring to witness the combat. A warrior now advanced to Leo and presented him with a small bundle of spears. He took them almost mechanically, thanked the giver, and laid them down at his feet without selecting one.
"Leo is not naturally reckless, and if he were, the cautious Anders would be a drag on him." An hour later they regained the Eskimo village, just as Benjy came running, in a state of dripping consternation, from the sea. Need it be said that an instant and vigorous search was instituted?
"I'll just tell you something," exclaimed Anders Berg later, when the commotion had subsided; he was still red in the face and spoke loudly, while he hammered cold. "There's come a wrong bend in Nikolai; but it isn't his fault!" The hammer rang on the iron.
Then he laughed, and nudged the boy mysteriously; and Pelle laughed too, for he liked to see his father in good spirits. The men came up to them, and took the bottles from the herdsman. "He's been tasting it!" said Anders, holding the bottle up to the light. "Oh, the old drunkard! He's had a taste at the bottles."
'Then, when it was just light with the sun, they all went to the priest. They said to him: "Father, put on your gown and your ruff, and come to bury these men, Anders Bjornsen and Hans Thorbjorn." 'You understand that they were sure these men were dead. So they went to the wood my grandfather never forgot this. He said they were all like so many dead men themselves.
And I tell you this about Anders Bjornsen, that he was once a beautiful man, but now his face was not there, because the flesh of it was sucked away off the bones. You understand that? My grandfather did not forget that.
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