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There was a good average snowfall that winter, and early in the year, when the roads were passable, folk from the village began carting up telegraph poles over the moors, dropping their loads at regular intervals. They drove big teams, and came up past Breidablik, past Sellanraa farm, and met new teams beyond, coming down with poles from the other side of the hills the line was complete.
Geissler went on writing for a bit, and then looked up. "You'll be having other people taking up land hereabouts before long." At this the man with him spoke: "There's some started already." "Ho! And who might that be?" "Well, first, there's the folk at Breidablik, as they call it man Brede, at Breidablik." "Him puh!" sniffed Geissler contemptuously.
The two eldest had been to school before, when they lived down in the village, but after moving up to Breidablik, to an out-of-the-way place up on the moors, they had been forced to give it up, and let the children run heathen again. "You'll be wanting a bite for the boys, maybe," said the woman. "Food? Do you see this chest here?
Three men with enormous burdens, with sacks hanging down from their shoulders, front and back. Walking one behind the other, and calling to one another with jesting words, but heavily laden. Little Andresen, chief clerk, is head of that procession; indeed, 'tis his procession; he has fitted out himself, and Sivert from Sellanraa, and one other, Fredrik Ström from Breidablik, for the expedition.
No, in the summer he does not often drive down for one thing, because the road down from Breidablik, the last part of the way, is so badly kept. He has asked Brede Olsen to help with the upkeep of the road, and do his share. Brede Olsen promises, but does not hold to his word. And Isak will not ask him again. Rather carry a load on his back himself.
And father and son drive off. Andresen watches them from the door of the shop and wishes a pleasant journey. Isak is all thought for his boy, and would give him the seat to himself; but Eleseus will have none of that, and 'sits up by his side. They come to Breidablik, and suddenly Eleseus has forgotten something. "Ptro! What is it?" asks his father. Oh, his umbrella!
Their palaces were brightly illuminated, but no lights shone from the windows of Breidablik, Balder's palace; and as long as that was dark, the gods cared little for the brilliance of their own dwellings. Hermod, in the meantime, had journeyed across the rainbow bridge, and on and on toward the north until he reached the Giall river, which runs between the regions of Hela and the upper world.
They came first of all to Breidablik, and the Breidablik woman and her children came out to see who it was going by. There sat Inger and the two boys, driving down lordly-wise the boys on their way to school, nothing less, and Inger wearing a cloak.
But in its buildings there was not a line of the beauty that there was in the palaces of the Gods, Gladsheim and Breidablik or Fensalir. Huge but shapeless the buildings arose, like mountains or icebergs. O beautiful Asgard with the dome above it of the deepest blue! Asgard with the clouds around it heaped up like mountains of diamonds! Asgard with its Rainbow Bridge and its glittering gates!
Well might Inger be astonished again, and clap her hands just as in the old days. Isak brought news from the village; Breidablik was to be sold, there was a notice outside the church. The bit of crop, such as it was, hay and potatoes, to go with the rest. Perhaps the live stock too; a few beasts only, nothing big. "Is he going to sell up the home altogether and leave nothing?" cried Inger.
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