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Updated: June 13, 2025
It was odd that Thore, whom she could never love, had made her happy, while Thorstan whom she could have loved, it was certain, would never do that. In the course of that year the great event was the home-coming of Leif, Eric Red's eldest son.
When they were gone Thore went over to Gudrid and put his arm firmly round her. "I see, my dear, that you are upset by this news of ours. Be sure that I understand it. My belief is, that you will be happy with me. I have a good house, warm and dry.
Soon after this something occurred. Thore drew a long sigh, rose, glanced round the room, and met his son's gaze. He paused, and looked long at him. "It was my will that you should give her up, for one should hesitate about succeeding through entreaties or threats. But if you are determined not to give her up, you may let me know when the opportunity comes, and perhaps I can help you."
"Go and make yourself trim, girl; here is the one who is to have the gard!" "Is that true?" she cries, involuntarily, and so loud that the words rang through the room. "Yes; it is true!" replies Oyvind, clapping his hands. At this she swings round on her toe, flings away what she has in her hand, and runs out; but Oyvind follows her. Soon came the school-master, and Thore and his wife.
At this instant the quivering tones of a post-horn were heard, and an open caleche appeared and stopped before the hotel with two large black travelling-trunks upon it, and the postilion upon the box blowing the popular air, "Es ritten drei Reuter zum Thore hinaus!"
But if it were my fate to die the day after my wedding with Gudrid, I would wed her if she would take me. You, Thore, are dying a Christian. See to it, then, that you do not die with hard judgments of Gudrid in your heart." Thore lay still, breathing very short. They believed he was struggling with his thoughts.
And that's what I will do." "It is what I would do if I were a man," said Gudrid. "Good for me that you are not a man," said Thore, who sat by the wall. Before that summer was over Thore told Gudrid that he should take her to Iceland, as he had business there. They would go almost at once. "How long shall we be there?" she asked him. He said that there was no telling. "A year and more, I expect."
The people mutinied, went in crowds to the Palace, and used very abusive language to the President de Thore, Emeri's son. The Parliament was obliged to pass a decree against the mutineers. The Court, overjoyed to see the Parliament and the people together by the ears, supported the decree by a regiment of French and Swiss Guards.
"You will suit each other," she said. "There is good mettle in Thorstan." Gudrid could say nothing to that. The fate hung heavy upon her. She felt that she was killing Thore, and had the knife in readiness with which to kill not Thorstan but herself. For she knew that she had given Thorstan her heart, and that his death would be more certainly her own.
The people mutinied, went in crowds to the Palace, and used very abusive language to the President de Thore, Emeri's son. The Parliament was obliged to pass a decree against the mutineers. The Court, overjoyed to see the Parliament and the people together by the ears, supported the decree by a regiment of French and Swiss Guards.
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