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"You know his fancies!" "I wish his fancies would leave him," grumbled Gueldmar. "He promised to light a fire and spread the meal and now, who knows whither he has wandered?" "Never mind, sir," said Lorimer. "Engage me as a kitchen-boy. I can light a fire, and can also sit beside it when it is properly kindled. More I cannot promise.
At midnight a number of strange persons are seen searching on the shore and among the rocks for the lost treasure, and it is said they often utter cries of anger and despair. And those who robbed the tomb all died suddenly." "Served them right!" said Lorimer. "And now they are dead, I suppose the wronged ghosts don't appear any more?" "Oh yes, they do," said Gueldmar very seriously.
And I think she will give it, Philip she must know how good you are and how happy I am." He stroked her silky hair tenderly and was silent. The Eulalie had reached the outward bend of the Altenfjord, and the station of Bosekop was rapidly disappearing. Olaf Gueldmar and the others came on deck to take their last look of it.
The young men grouped themselves together at the prow of the vessel in order to smoke their cigars without annoyance to Thelma. Old Gueldmar did not smoke, but he talked, and Errington after seeing them all fairly absorbed in an argument on the best methods of spearing salmon, moved quietly away to where the girl was sitting, her great pensive eyes fixed on the burning splendors of the heavens.
"Ah! you have the chief Skald of all the world in your land!" cried Gueldmar, bringing his fist down with a jovial thump on the table. "He can teach you all that you need to know." "Skald?" queried Lorimer dubiously. "Oh, you mean bard. I suppose you allude to Shakespeare?" "I do," said the old bonde enthusiastically, "he is the only glory of your country I envy!
"They may be in the woods, or up towards the orchard." Gueldmar shook his head and drew his fuzzy white brows together in puzzled meditation suddenly he started and struck his staff forcibly on the ground. "I have it!" he exclaimed. "That old hag Lovisa is at the bottom of this!" "By Jove!" cried Errington. "I believe you're right! What shall we do?"
"If any sailor passes at midnight, and sees them or hears their cries, he is doomed." "But does he see or hear them?" asked Errington, with a smile. "Well, I don't know," returned Gueldmar, with a grave shake of his head. "I'm not superstitious myself, but I should be sorry to say anything against the berg-folk. You see they may exist, and it's no use offending them."
"I am all attention! Consider me your father-confessor. Miss Gueldmar, and explain the reason of this 'bad, fierce' temper of yours." She peeped at him shyly from under her silken lashes. "It is more dreadful than you think," she answered in a low tone. "Mr. Dyceworthy asked me to marry him." Lorimer's keen eyes flashed with indignation.
Long ago, in the days of his youth, full of enthusiasm for the worship of Odin and the past splendors of the race of the great Norse warriors, he had chosen to recognize in Olaf Gueldmar a true descendant of kings, who was by blood and birth, though not in power, himself a king, and tracing his legendary history back to old and half-forgotten sources, he had proved, satisfactorily, to his own mind, that he, Svensen, must lawfully, and according to old feudal system, be this king's serf or vassal.
"Then," went on Gueldmar, "when my girl came back the last time from France, Britta chanced to see her, and, strangely enough," here he winked shrewdly "took a fancy to her face, odd, wasn't it? However, nothing would suit her but that she must be Thelma's handmaiden, and here she is.
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