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Updated: June 11, 2025
And the fool had let him, Berg Rese, go on despising one who was innocent. He rebuked him with stern words, but Tord was not even as afraid as a sick child is of its mother, when she chides it because it has caught cold by wading in the spring brooks. On one of the broad, wooded mountains lay a dark tarn.
His mother, wise in witchcraft, had taught him to believe in the spirits of the dead. Then Berg Rese undertook a task which was as foolish as to twist a rope about his own neck. He set before those ignorant eyes the great God, the Lord of justice, the Avenger of misdeeds, who casts the wicked into places of everlasting torment.
But in the meantime the hunter taketh a ship, and hath with him the other whelps, and scapeth in that wise; and so she is beguiled and her fierceness standeth in no stead, and the male taketh no wood rese after.
Berg Rese found that he had here come upon a new way of regarding the world and things. "Do thieves have to steal, as witches have to use witchcraft?" he asked sharply. "Yes, of course," answered the boy; "every one has to do what he is destined to do." But then he added, with a cautious smile: "There are thieves also who have never stolen." "Say out what you mean," said Berg.
"Say to Unn, who made Berg Rese a murderer, that he was killed by Tord the fisherman, whose father is a wrecker and whose mother is a witch, because he taught him that the foundation of the world is justice." There was a man called Reor. He was from Fuglekarr in the parish of Svarteborg, and was considered the best shot in the county.
"Is it I who perhaps have struck it? Why shall I see it?" "The saints only know, Tord," said Berg Rese, pale and with terrible earnestness, "what it means that you see a wound from an axe. I killed the monk with a couple of knife-thrusts." Tord stood trembling before Berg and wrung his hands. "They demand you of me! They want to force me to betray you!" "Who? The monks?" "They, yes, the monks.
"No; but," said the boy, and pressed his lips together as if to keep in the words, "but if some one had a father who stole," he hinted after a while. "One inherits money and lands," replied Berg Rese, "but no one bears the name of thief if he has not himself earned it." Tord laughed quietly. "But if somebody has a mother who begs and prays him to take his father's crime on him.
The boy continued with his mysterious smile, proud at being an unsolvable riddle: "It is like speaking of birds who do not fly, to talk of thieves who do not steal." Berg Rese pretended to be stupid in order to find out what he wanted. "No one can be called a thief without having stolen," he said.
"Can my words move your heart? Then come instantly! How could I believe that! Let us escape! There is still time." Berg Rese sprang up, he too. "You have done it, then " "Yes, yes, yes! I have betrayed you! But come quickly! Come, as you can repent! They will let us go. We shall escape them!" The murderer bent down to the floor, where the battle-axe of his ancestors lay at his feet.
He had wished to speak to Berg Rese and to beg him to make his peace with God, but he had been too shy. Bashfulness had made him dumb. "When I heard that the earth was ruled by a just God," he cried, "I understood that he was a lost man. I have lain and wept for my friend many long nights. I knew that God would find him out, wherever he might hide.
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