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I might be able to say good-bye and thanks at the same time nothing strange in that. Emma came in again with the rug and laid it down neatly folded on a stool. "If you don't hurry up, the coffee'll be cold," she says. "What did you put that rug there for?" "Fruen told me to." "Oh, well, perhaps it's Falkenberg's," I muttered. Emma asks: "Are you going away now for good?"
"My young friend," he remarked, "those letters from Paris they were stopped just in time, eh?" "Just in time, indeed, Highness," the young man replied. "I have friends who write me from there. They assure me that their effect was tremendous. The cessation of them was indeed an act of Providence." Prince Falkenberg's lips relaxed. There were hard lines at the corners of his mouth.
No young, growing timber here, as on Captain Falkenberg's land; the ground was stony and barren, covered with heather and pine needles for miles round. They had felled too freely here; the sawmills had taken over much, leaving next to no young wood. It was a melancholy country to be in. By noon I had cleared a few small jams, and marked down a big one.
Fruen's manner was different. She took the letter from him and began studying it herself. Her hand shook a little. "Well, now about the money," said the engineer. "Here you are; that's what I make it. I hope you're satisfied all right?" "Yes, thank you," said I. He seemed relieved to find that Captain Falkenberg's letter was only about myself and made no mention of anyone else.
And we're a couple of brutes to be talking about her like this at all," said I, furious now with myself for my own part. "A nice thing, indeed, for two old woodcutters to speak of their mistress so." We grew pale and thin the pair of us, and the wrinkles showed up in Falkenberg's drawn face; neither of us could eat as we used.
Prince Falkenberg's single exclamation was the death sentence of his agent. Estermen knew it and his knees knocked one against the other.
Helene was to be Falkenberg's girl, it seemed; he put his arm round her waist and said she was his for tonight. And when they moved off farther and farther away from the rest of us, none called to them to come back; we paired off, all of us, after a while, and went our separate ways into the woods. I went with Sara. When we came out from the wood again, there stood Ronnaug still taking the air.
To the man who had been waiting for his sentence there was something terrible in the grim impassivity of Prince Falkenberg's features. His face was set and white and sphinx-like. Only his eyes shone with a fierce, unusual fire. "What have you to say, Estermen?" he demanded. "It was a miracle," Estermen faltered. "Sir Julien descended the stairs with the copy in his hand to speak to a caller.
It was growing chilly, perhaps, in the garden; anyway, the party went indoors. But the big windows were thrown wide, and waves of melody from Fru Falkenberg's piano poured out. After a while it changed to dance tunes; jovial Captain Bror, no doubt, was playing now. "Nice lot, aren't they?" said Nils. "Sit up playing and dancing all night, and stay in bed all day. I'm going to turn in."
And tell him to see what he can do in the way of troop-carriers or lorries, to get Falkenberg's Rifles to the equipment-park.... How's business at the lorry-hangars and maintenance-yard?" "Kormork's still working on that," the girl captain told him. "Nothing definite, yet." In one corner of the big room, somebody had thumbtacked a ten-foot-square map of the Company area to the floor.
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