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"I bet you that sleek Dyceworthy fellow meant the old bonde and his daughter, when he spoke of persons who were 'ejected' from the social circles of Bosekop. Fancy Bosekop society presuming to be particular what an absurd idea!" "My good fellow, don't pretend to be so deplorably ignorant!
How he had heard the reindeer's gallop down the road, and the quick jangling of the bells on their harness, and had concluded that the bonde was returning home at extraordinary speed how these sounds had suddenly and unaccountably ceased, how, after waiting for some time, and hearing nothing more, he had become greatly alarmed, and, taking a pine-torch, had gone out to see what had occurred, how he had found the reindeer standing by the broken sledge in the gully, and how, after some search, he had finally discovered his master, lying half-covered by the snow, and grievously injured.
This cortege was evidently an object of curiosity, the on-lookers eyed it askance, and with a sort of fear. For did it not belong to the terrible bonde, Olaf Gueldmar? and would not the Laplander, a useful boy, well known in Talvig, come to some fatal harm by watching, even for a few minutes, the property of an acknowledged pagan? Who could tell?
The picturesque dwelling of the bonde was white in every part, and fringed with long icicles, icicles drooped from its sheltering porch and gabled windows the deserted dove-cote on the roof was a miniature ice-palace, curiously festooned with thin threads and crested pinnacles of frozen snow. Within the house there was silence, the silence of approaching desolation.
Presently, at her earnest request, Errington brought his portfolio of Norwegian sketches for Thelma to look at; most of them were excellently well done, and elicited much admiration from the bonde. "It is what I have wondered at all my life," said he, "that skill of the brush dipped in color. Pictures surprise me as much as poems.
This is the present day representative of the fantastic mediaeval city that witnessed the tragedy of Joan of Arc's trial and martyrdom. We will pass Rouen now, returning to it again in the next chapter. The river for some distance becomes frequently punctuated with islands. Large extents of forest including those of Rouvray, Bonde and Elbeuf, spread themselves over the high ground to the west.
At that moment, Lorimer, Duprez, and Macfarlane came on the scene, thinking they had kept aloft long enough, and the strange disappearance of the two girls was rapidly explained to them. They listened astonished and almost incredulous, but agreed with the bonde as to Lovisa's probable share in the matter. "Look here!" said Lorimer excitedly.
And no one ever guessed the truth no one ever knew I killed her!" Gueldmar uttered a sharp cry, and shook himself free from her touch. In the same instant his hand flew to the hilt of the hunting-knife in his girdle. "Killed her! By the gods " Ulrika sprang before him. "Shame!" she cried sternly. "She is dying!" "Too slowly for me!" exclaimed the bonde furiously. "Peace peace!" implored Ulrika.
Thelma smiled a little. "The days of the great Jarls are past, Friedhof," she replied somewhat sadly, "and my father is content to be what he is, a simple bonde." Friedhof shook his head quite obstinately. "A Jarl is always a Jarl," he declared. "Nothing can alter a man's birth and nature.
One bonde of belief then so coupled and ioyned them: that for a space it made to them no matier whether ye called them all by one name, Saracenes, or Turkes. But nowe as ye se, the name of the Turkes hath gotten the bettre hande, and the other is out of remembraunce. This people vseth moe kindes of horsemen then one. Thei haue Thimarceni, that is to saye Pencioners, aboute a foure skore thousande.
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