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Updated: June 5, 2025
"Here's that Oline coming along," Sivert the jester would say. "Now you'll have to go in and sell her a paper of coffee." And Eleseus was glad enough to go. Selling Oline some trifle or other meant so many minutes' rest from throwing heavy clods.
But there's little pride in Axel now, no more than he'll give in that he was wrong after all, and maybe not all clear in his head. And what's he to do with the ax now 'tis there? He cannot stir, and Oline has to cut him free herself. Oh, Oline has wielded an ax before that day; had axed off many a load of firing in her life.
Are you afraid of water? it won't bite you!" In the end, Inger washes the patient herself, and throws her a towel. "What I was going to say," says Oline, wiping herself, and quite peaceable now. "About Isak and the children how will they get over this?" "Does he know?" asks Inger. "Know? He came and saw it." "What did he say?" "What could he say? He was speechless, same as me." Silence.
The working season passed, but Oline did not come did she expect them to go and fetch her? She would come loitering up of herself, no doubt, the great lump of blubber, the monster. And at last one day she did. Extraordinary person it was as nothing whatever had occurred to make ill-feeling between them; she was even knitting a pair of new stockings for Eleseus, she said.
She had been a mother many times, and all she had was her children, such as they were; she made much of them, and boasted of them, told of great things they had never really done, and hid their faults. "What's that you're saying?" answered Oline. "Oh that you don't sink in your grave for shame! My children! They were a bright host of angels compared with yours. You dare to speak of my children?
And nothing more was said about it at the time; the days went on, peacefully as ever; there was all the mass of hay to be got in, and a rare heavy crop all round, so that by degrees the thing slipped into the background of their minds. But it hung over them, and over the place, none the less. They could not hope that Oline would keep the secret; it was too much to expect.
Did Inger remember how she'd said one day as she'd never have children again? Ah, now she could see! No, better give ear to them as were grown old and had borne children of their own, for who should fathom the Lord His ways, said Oline. And with that she padded off after Eleseus up through the forest, shrunken with age, grey and abject, and for ever nosing after things, imperishable.
"She's troubled after that last time, for all she says," thinks Isak to himself. Oline comes over to visit them once more. If all had been as before she would have been welcome, but now it is different. Inger greets her from the first with some ill-will; be it what it may, there is something that makes Inger look on her as an enemy.
Harald was away, the maids were wringing clothes, only Oline was busy in the kitchen. After dinner, I went upstairs, and started sawing in the passage. "Come and lend me a hand here, will you?" said Fruen, walking on in front of me. We passed by her husband's study and into the bedroom. "I want my bed moved," said Fruen. "It's too near the stove in winter, and I can't stand the heat."
"And what's that why, if you haven't a blue frock on today come, let me see; ay, 'tis blue, so it is. And a belt round and all. Remember when you came on the big ship? And the engines did you see them? That's right and now run home to the boys again, they'll find you something to play with." Oline is gone, and Inger has taken up her old work once more, in house and yard.
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