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Updated: June 13, 2025
Pastor Lindal assented, and John Hardy drove over as early as he thought advisable, and in returning to Rosendal insisted on Helga's driving and telling him everything that had occurred in his absence at sea. It was a pleasure to Mrs. Hardy to see their happy faces as they drove up at Rosendal. "Bless you, dear mother!" said John.
At length the time came for his dance with Frøken Helga Lindal, and as they stood up the personal beauty of both was remarked. Helga's elastic movement on Hardy's arm, the ease with which she danced in perfect time, and her bright manner had its effect on Hardy. He was not quite sure but that he had just told Frøken Jaeger a story, in saying that he did not like dancing.
"That may be; but the thought of seeing Rosendal changed, Hardy, is what strikes us," said the Pastor. "Well, Herr Pastor, there is one thing I will do," said Hardy, "and that is, before I do anything the plans shall be submitted to your and Frøken Helga's judgment." "Which, I fear, we shall not understand," said the Pastor.
As Helga's arm was flung up the second time, the thrall leaped upon her and tore the whip from her grasp and broke it in pieces. He would that he might have broken her as well; he thirsted to, when he caught sight of the laughing Egil, and everything else was blotted out of his vision.
He stared at her as though he could not believe his ears. She waved him away; but he did not move. "Let him think that I am stealing!" he managed to gasp at last. The grass around Helga's foot stirred ominously. "I have told you that he is too sleepy to care. If he threatens to flog you, I promise that I will interfere. Coward, what are you afraid of?"
Hardy read in Frøken Helga's face that what he had said was what had her approval, and that he had said enough. "You appear to look at Frøken Helga Lindal, Herr Hardy," said Frøken Jaeger; "are you engaged to her?" "No," said Hardy. "But what do you think of her?" "That she is an excellent daughter," replied Hardy. "And that she would make an excellent wife?" said Frøken Jaeger.
"Not for my life, nor for Helga's love, will I carry this deceit further. Such a smothering fog has it become around me, that I can neither see nor breathe through its choking folds... But let us leave off this talk. Since it is likely that my limbs will have a long rest after to-night, let us spend to-day roving about in search of what sport we can find.
He went down to the stable, saw that both Helga's horse and Old Bots had a feeding of barley, and fed his own saddle animal. "I'll have to fight my way out on webs tomorrow," he mused. "I can lead you until we get across the ridge where the snow will be lighter." Then he went to Dart in the bunk house. "Dart," he called abruptly, "you'd better come up to the house and get something to eat.
There were other young men too, who bore different names, though not one of them was called 'Habogi, and these thought that they might perhaps gain the heart of the youngest. But though there was more than one 'Njal' amongst them, Helga's eyes seemed always turned another way.
The trust and confidence the mother and son had in each other was a comfort to the Pastor. It was the best guarantee for Helga's future. The advantage of seeing the Domkirke with the Pastor was obvious to Mrs.
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