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"Come down, sir," cried Erlingsen, looking up at the gallery. "Come down this moment. We shall make you remember this night as well perhaps as Nipen could do. Come down, and bring my can and the ale and the cake. The more pranks you play to-night the more you will repent it."
The fire and frost they thought were alive, pleased to make sport with men." "As people who ought to know better," observed M. Kollsen, "now think the wind is alive, and call it Nipen, or the mist of the lake and river, which they call the sprite Uldra."
It was not a shout of anger: it was something between a shriek and a wail, like what he fancied would be the cry of a person in the act of being murdered. That Nipen was here now, he could not doubt; and at length Oddo fled.
Then there was the giant Aegir, who brought in squalls from the sea, and made whirlpools in the fiords." "Why, that is like Nipen." "Very like Nipen; perhaps the same. This god Balder was the sun. Then there were the three magical women, the Fates, who made men's lives happy or miserable.
He contended that, so far from Nipen being offended, there was either no Nipen, or it was not angry, or it was powerless; for everything had gone well; and he always ended with pointing to the deer a good thing led to the very door and to the result of the bear-hunt a great event always in a Nordlander's life, and, in this instance, one of most fortunate issue.
And in the whirl of the waltz she tried to forget the last words Rolf had spoken; but they rang in her ears; and before her eyes were images of Nipen overhearing this defiance, and the Water-sprite planning vengeance in its palace under the ice, and the Mountain-Demon laughing in scorn, till the echoes shouted again, and the Wood-Demon waiting only for summer to see how he could beguile the rash lover.
Are you crying, Oddo?" "Yes, grandfather." "What is your grief, my boy?" "No grief anything but grief now. I have felt more grief than you know of though, or anybody. I did not know it fully myself till now." "Right, my boy: and right to say it out, too." "I don't care now who knows how miserable I have been. I did not believe, all the time, that Nipen had anything to do with these misfortunes "
After an anxious thought or two of Nipen, after a glance or two round the sky and shores for a sign of wind, Oddo began in earnest his quest of Rolf. He called his name, gently, then louder. There was some kind of answer. Some sound of human voice he heard, he was certain; but so muffled, so dull, that whence it came he could not tell. It might even be his grandfather, calling from below.
Besides what everybody knows who lives in the rural districts of Norway, about Nipen, the spirit that is always so busy after everybody's affairs, about the Water-sprite, an acquaintance of every one who lives beside a river or lake, and about the Mountain-Demon, familiar to all who lived so near Sulitelma; besides these common spirits, the girls used to hear of a multitude of others from old Peder, the blind houseman, and from all the farm-people, down to Oddo, the herd-boy.
He, for his part, observed that, if she was now so happy, she must have given up some of her superstitions, for certainly he had never known any one less likely to enjoy peace than Erica, on all occasions on which he had seen her, so great was her dread of evil spirits on every hand. "I wish," said Erica, with a sigh, "I do wish I knew what to think about Nipen."
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