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Updated: June 28, 2025
No, God be praised, they're not yours, said Groa, allowing the blows to rain on Arni. But now I'll keep the skin for you. And like an arrow she shot out of the door, all out of breath and trembling. For a few seconds Arni stood still. His eyes seemed bursting out of their sockets, and the hair in his beard stood on end. In a flash he rushed over the kitchen floor and out of the house.
It wasn't so small that it couldn't be seen. There it hung on the wall, right in the sunlight, combed and beautifully glossy. That's quite a nice fox skin. Whose is it? asked Jon, walking over to the wall. Arni turned round. He could feel his heart beating fast. Mine, he said, with what calm he could muster. What is the idea of you buying a fox skin, you poor beggar? Buying? Arni sighed.
When he looked up, he did not straighten out, but bent his neck back so his head lay between his shoulder blades. Then his red-rimmed eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of his head, his dark red beard rose up as though striving to free itself from its roots, and his empurpled nose and scarlet cheek-bones protruded. Pretty good under foot, thought Arni.
Too bad I was married and had to throw her to a creature like you. Arni grinned and, trotting to the door of the house, called: Groa, a visitor to see you. The woman came to the door. A smile played about her lips, smouldering embers glowed in her blue eyes, and the sunlight lighted up the unkempt braids of golden hair which fell down about her pale cheeks. But Arni for once was satisfied.
At last Jon was properly impressed. The affair between Groa and Jon was something that could not be helped. Jon surely regretted having lost that girl! Yes, indeed! And she had her good points. She was smart, and a hundred crowns a year, besides everything else that was brought them from Lon, was pretty good compensation. Yes, many a man had married less well than Arni of Bali.
For once Arni of Bali had some luck! The fox was dead; it had been shot in the belly and just crept in there to die. Sly devil! Poor beast! Blessed creature! Arni ended by feeling quite tenderly towards the fox. He hardly knew how to give utterance to his joy. Good old Samur, my own precious dog, let me pat you, said Arni, rubbing the dog's cheek with his own.
You don't let me forget what a superior woman I married! Found it dead! And Arni plumped down on the woodbox. His wife laughed. I'll wager I hit the nail on the head that time! Arni jumped to his feet. That confounded old witch should not spoil his pleasure. You're as stark, raving mad as you always have been. But I don't care what you say. Kids, come and look at the fox your father has shot.
You're in a nice temper now, my dear. But just take a look at this, said Arni, throwing down the brown fox on the kitchen floor. At first Groa stared at her husband as if she had never seen him before. Then she shook her head and smiled sarcastically. You found it dead, I'll wager! Arni started. His face turned red and his eyes protruded. You would say that!
It certainly wasn't hard to kill all you wanted of these devils, if you just had the powder and shot and were willing to give your time to it, he would say, as he turned the skin so that the sunlight shone full on the glossy pelt. Then one day that fall, Arni came home from tending the sheep, which had just been brought down from the mountain pastures.
The great English governor of Madras tells me, however, in a letter which I received four days since, that you are skilled in war; that you fought by the side of that great Captain Clive at Arcot, Arni, Kavaripak, and at Trichinopoli; and that the great warrior, himself, chose you to come to me. Therefore, I doubt neither your valour nor your prudence, and put myself in your hands, wholly.
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