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He went right among the sailors, in order to drag them off the lunatic, who was becoming quite frantic under their treatment of him. "He isn't in his right mind!" cried the boy, but he was hurled back with a bleeding face. This was Morten, the brother of Jens the apprentice. He was so angry that he was sobbing.
The church stands firm, but the storm careers on over field and moorland, over land and sea. Borglum's bishop reaches the church; but Olaf Hase will scarce do so, however hard he may ride. He journeys with his warriors on the farther side of the bay, in order that he may help Jens Glob, now that the bishop is to be summoned before the judgment seat of the Highest.
At Bruus's words he aroused himself as if from a dream, looked around him and pointed to a corner of the garden several yards from where we stood. "I think it was over there." "What's that, Jens!" cried the rector angrily. "When did I dig here?" Paying no heed to his, Morten Bruus called the men to the corner in question.
"Then, hang it, you must wait until I've finished threshing, for I can't clear the floor now. Couldn't we borrow Jens Kure's horse, and take a little drive over the heath in the afternoon?" "You might do that, too, but the children are to have a share in whatever you settle to do.
When he had managed to get a job the girl would stand bending over him, waiting intently until he had finished, so that she could get something to eat. Then she would come back and cook something right away at the stove, and Jens would sit there and watch her with burning eyes until he had more work in hand.
He found himself pondering over his own affairs, and all of a sudden he awoke out of his half-slumber. Something had just occurred to him, something cozy and intimate why, yes, it was the thought that he might go to Marie and set up for himself, like Jens and his girl. He could get hold of a few lasts and sit at home and work ... he could scrape along for a bit, until better times came.
The "strong man" is the father of Jens, the second youngest apprentice. "Good-day," he says boldly, and stands right in the giant's shadow. But the stonecutter pushes him to one side without looking to see who it is, and continues to hew at the granite: whew! whew! "It is quite a long time now since he has properly used his strength," says an old townsman. "Is he quieting down, d'you think?"
At first he went out to see Jens, but the young couple had had a dispute and had come to blows. The girl had let the frying-pan containing the dinner fall into the fire, and Jens had given her a box on the ears. She was still white and poorly after her miscarriage. Now they were sitting each in a corner, sulking like children. They were both penitent, but neither would say the first word.
In the forecourt Jens Glob greets him kindly, and says, "I have just made an agreement with the bishop." "Sayest thou so?" replied Olaf Hase. "Then neither thou nor the bishop shall quit this church alive." And the sword leaps from the scabbard, and Olaf Hase deals a blow that makes the panel of the church-door, which Jens Glob hastily closes between them, fly in fragments. "Hold, brother!
I struck him, that I confess, and I am bitterly sorry for it. But he ran away. God Almighty alone knows who buried him here." "Jens Larsen knows also," cried Bruus, "and I may find more witnesses. Judge! You will come with me to examine his servants. But first of all I demand that you shall arrest this wolf in sheep's clothing." Merciful God, how could I doubt any longer?
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