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Updated: May 19, 2025
I reached Hersat the following day. At first I felt like passing by, it looked so big and fine a place; but after I had talked a bit with one of the farm-hands, I decided to try the Lensmand after all. I had worked for rich people before let me see, there was Captain Falkenberg of Ovrebo.... The Lensmand was a little, broad-shouldered man, with a long white beard and dark eyebrows.
There were only two of them the foreman and another. I got into talk with them, and it appeared the Captain had made a mistake in saying the field work was all but done. Well, 'twas his own affair. I made no secret of the fact that I was looking for a place, and, as for being used to the work, I showed them the fine recommendation I had got from the Lensmand at Hersat years ago.
I put on a knowing, mysterious air, and ask for further details of the case where Hersat might be. Hersat was in the neighbouring parish, some eight miles away. The Lensmand lived there.... The coffee is ready, and Olga and I call a halt. There are only the fastenings to be done now.
She must have held the envelope up to the light, no doubt, and read the Lensmand's name under the stamps; then laid her beautiful head on one side and half closed her eyes and thought for a moment: he is working for the Lensmand at Hersat now....
The good woman did not know. Must be something her husband had bought in his time. "Did he buy it here?" More likely 'twould have been at Hersat, where he had been in service as a young man. Might be thirty years gone now. I have a little plan in my head already, and say: "That picture is worth a deal of money."
Luckily I was able to show her the brooch; it was a beautiful piece of old work; I had bought it of one of the maids at Hersat. "Fruen wouldn't have it," said Emma. "I wouldn't have it myself." "Not if you got me into the bargain, Emma, what?" And I forced myself to jest again. Emma goes off. I try drawing out Falkenberg again. Falkenberg was sharp enough at times to understand people.
Olga goes off to church in her long jacket; goes shambling down the hill with her feet turning in and out any odd way. A sweet and heartening thing to see.... Hersat now; was that a big place? Yes, a fine big place. I sit for a while blinking sleepy eyes and making excursions in etymology. And the herse's daughter was the proudest maiden for far around, and the Jarl himself comes to ask her hand.
And the year after she bears him a son, who becomes king.... In a word, I would go to Hersat. Seeing it was all the same where I went, I would go there. Possibly I might get work at the Lensmand's, or there was always the chance of something turning up; at any rate, I should see new people. And having thus decided upon Hersat, I felt I had a purpose before me.
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