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He heard Wanda singing happily. Her voice was not like Helga's, and yet, tinkling through it he seemed to hear Helga's cool laughter. "I'm tired out," he said abruptly, coming back to Leland. "Let me have a bed. We'll settle it in the morning." Leland looked at him curiously. This was unlike Sledge Hume's usual way. But, offering no remark he showed Hume his room.
"Because I preferred Frøken Helga's voice to that of Præsten's Englænder," said Hardy. Nothing would induce Frøken Helga to sing that evening; her father almost commanded her, but she would not. At last she said, "I cannot, father; Herr Hardy sings too well."
Meanwhile, the horse that had carried them in wild career stood quietly by, plucking at the tall bramble-bushes, till the ripe young berries fell down upon Helga's hands, as if inviting her to eat. Patiently she allowed herself to be lifted on the horse, and sat there like a somnambulist as one who walked in his sleep.
"You must not let him marry you to anyone. Do you hear? You must not, I love you." Helga's look of resentment changed to one of pleased surprise, and she shook his hands heartily. "Do you truly, comrade? I am glad, for I like you very much indeed, as much as I like Sigurd." "Then swear by your knife that you will not let him marry you to anyone." She pulled her hands away, a little impatiently.
Remembering his encounter with Egil the evening before, Alwin's eyes flared up hotly. But he would make no promises, as he arose to answer the summons. The little maid carried an anxious heart to her task of mending Helga's torn kirtle. No one seemed to notice the young thrall when he came among them and began to refill the empty cups.
"Because Gilli is away on a trading voyage, and will not be back until fall, when it will be too late to start for Greenland. Nor will he come early in spring and so lose the best of his trading season. It is sure to be more than a year." Youth can construct a lifeboat out of a straw. Hope crept back to Helga's eyes. "A year is a long time. Many things can happen in a year.
"And the queen?" I whispered in answer to him. Low as my voice was, she heard it. She turned to us with a sudden, startled movement, still holding Helga's hand. Her eyes searched our faces, and she knew in an instant of what we had been speaking. A little longer still she stood, gazing at us.
"The peace and calm of the beech woods, and the fret of the wind waves on the shore of the lake, suggest thoughts that are unspeakable to me." Hardy started. She had spoken in a simple manner, but he felt that she experienced all she uttered. He now understood Pastor Lindal's words that Rosendal was Helga's enthusiasm.
He did not notice the expression that flared up in Kark's eyes; nor did he hear Helga's gasp, nor feel Sigurd's foot. His gaze fell again to the floor in moody abstraction. The chief answered briefly to the murmurs: "It is unadvisable to oppose my whim for writing in wine; who knows but I might exchange it for a fancy to write in blood?
The house is a poor residence and out of repair, so are the farm-buildings; but the place has its peculiar charm, which I should not interrupt." Pastor Lindal regarded the practical self-possessed Englishman with surprise. Hardy observed a look of displeasure in Helga's face at the thought of so pretty a situation being turned into a practical farm, so he said
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