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They were willing to do all they could to oblige: they would row twenty miles without resting, with pleasure; but they would not brave Nipen, nor any other demon, for any consideration. "How far off is it, Oddo?" asked Peder. "Two miles, grandfather. Can you and I manage it by ourselves, think you?" "Ay, surely, if we can land these friends of ours.
Peder and Ulla had made this agreement with Erica's lover, Rolf; and it was understood that his marriage with Erica should take place whenever the old people should die. It was impossible for Erica herself to fear that Nipen was offended, at the outset of this festival day.
To remain on the very spot where Nipen was expected was a little more than he was equal to; but he thought he could stand in the gallery, in the shadow of the broad eaves of the barn, and wait for a little while. He was so very curious to see Nipen, and to learn how it liked its ale!
As the search-party crowded in among the women, and pushed all before them into the large warm room, M. Kollsen was seen standing on the stair-head, wrapped in the bear-skin coverlid. "Is the boy there?" he inquired. Oddo showed himself. "How much have you seen of Nipen, hey?" "Nobody ever had a better sight of it, sir. It was as plain as I see you now, and no further off."
It is only Hund, tuning his violin, because they have all done supper. They will be waiting for me. I wish this Nipen would make haste. It can't be very hungry; that is clear." He grew more and more impatient as the minutes passed on, and he was aware that he was wanted in the house.
While this was sliced and handed round, Rolf observed that Erica looked anxiously towards him. He took no notice, hoping that she would come and speak to him, and that he should thus be the gainer of a few of her sweet words. She did come, and just said, "The cake and ale are here, Rolf. Will you carry them?" "O, the treat for old Nipen. Yes, I will carry them," replied Rolf, rising from his seat.
Not a man would row him, after what he had just said of Nipen. All were sure that a gust would blow the boat over, the minute she was out of reach of land; or that a rock would spring up in deep water, where no rock was before; or that some strong hand would grasp the boat from below, and draw it down under the waters.
Norman ventured to inquire the name of the little Italian, and was told it was Nipen, because it had once stolen a cake, much like the wind-spirit in Feats on the Fiord. Its beauty and tricks were duly displayed, and a most beautiful Australian parrot was exhibited, Mrs.
Oddo wondered more and more how this would taste, till, before he had crossed the yard, he wondered no longer. He broke a piece off, and ate it; and then wondered whether Nipen would mind his cake being just a little smaller than usual.
If the wheel should creak, it would be a sign that Nipen was passing. Presently he heard something. "Music!" thought he. "I never heard that it liked music; and I don't think it can know much about music, for this is not at all sweet. There again! That was a sort of screech. O, how stupid I am!" thought he again. "So much for my head being full of Nipen!
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