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Updated: June 13, 2025
"We must find some suitable employment for Hellgum so that he may remain in his own country. We have been thinking that possibly you and he might become business partners, provided you accept the only true faith. Hellgum is a good worker." This from Halvor. "Since when have you been afraid to speak plainly, Halvor?" said Ingmar. "All I want to know is whether Hellgum is to have the sawmill."
"You must embrace our faith," said Halvor decisively. "Hellgum is back now, and if he talks to you once, you'll soon become converted." "But maybe I don't care to be converted!" Halvor and Karin stared at Ingmar in speechless amazement. "Maybe I don't want any faith but my father's." "Don't say anything until you have had a talk with Hellgum," begged Karin.
"What are you laughing at?" Ingmar demanded, his hand on the sluice gate ready to set the sawmill going. "I was just thinking of the schoolmaster's Gertrude." "What about her?" "They said down at the village yesterday that she was the only person who had any influence over Hellgum " "What's Gertrude got to do with Hellgum?"
There was a long silence in the living-room at the Ingmar Farm. Old Eva Gunnersdotter was as silent as were the others, waiting for the Voice of God to speak to her. She interpreted it all in her own way. "Why, of course," she thought, "Hellgum wants us to go to Jerusalem so that we may escape the great destruction.
Apparently there were others besides himself who had cause for complaint against Hellgum, and they were all of them equally helpless. He went down to the sawmill, which had already been set going by Strong Ingmar. Above the buzzing noise of the saws and the roar of the rapids he heard a shriek; but he paid no special heed to it. He had no thought for anything save his strong hatred of Hellgum.
Hellgum kept shouting. He was so excited that he raised his axe against her. "He has fought the would-be murderers and saved my life!" he said. When Karin finally understood, and turned to help Ingmar, he was gone. She saw him stagger across the yard, and ran after him, calling, "Ingmar! Ingmar!" Ingmar went on without even turning his head. But she soon caught up with him.
That autumn Hellgum often stood on the little porch of Strong Ingmar's cottage, looking out across the landscape. The country round about was growing more beautiful every day: the ground was now a golden brown, and all the leafy trees had turned either a bright red or a bright yellow. Here and there loomed stretches of woodland that shimmered in the breeze like a billowy sea of gold.
Some were suffering such intense mental agony that cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. "Ah, this is indeed the trial which Hellgum foretold!" they sighed. The sun was at the horizon, and shot its piercing rays into the room. The crimson glow from the setting sun cast a blood-red glare upon the many blanched faces.
She had listened very carefully, and had not missed a word. "As soon as I was released from prison," Hellgum continued, "I went to see an old friend, and asked him to help me lead a righteous life. And, mind, when we were two about it, at once it became easier. Soon a third party joined with us, then a fourth, and it became easier and easier.
"Can't you forgive me for my mistake of a moment in thinking you had fought with Hellgum? I could hardly have thought differently." "You were very ready to believe your own brother a murderer," Ingmar retorted, without giving her a look. He still walked on. When the grass blades he had trampled down came up again, blood dripped from them.
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