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Updated: June 1, 2025
Isn't there a vacant bed upstairs at the store? inquired the doctor. Yes, I answered. We will walk with you down to the store, Thordur. Walk with me? Be damned! I am off for the hay-field. We followed him outside and watched him start out. After a short distance he tumbled down. We got him upstairs in the store.
The doctor produced four crowns from his purse and handed them to him. Thordur laid them on the table and staggered towards the door. -You are leaving your crowns behind, man, said the doctor. I haven't got them now, said Thordur, without looking back and still making his way towards the door. But I'll pay them as soon as I can.
His remark rang true: I knew that nothing had ever turned up for him. I felt faint at looking into such an abyss of hopelessness. Instantly I saw that the truth of this delirious statement concerned me more than all the wisdom of the ages. Do I get those four crowns you owe me? Thordur asked. He was now trembling so that his teeth chattered.
Can it be that the old devil is tipsy at the height of the haying season and dry weather at that? I mentally queried. The doctor evidently could not recall who he was. Good-day to you, my man, he said, and what matter have you in hand? I merely came to get those four crowns. Which four crowns? asked the doctor. Thordur raised his voice: The four crowns you owe me.
I care nothing about that, but I should best of all like to get the money at once, repeated Thordur. May I feel your hand for a minute? said the doctor. Thordur extended his hand, but it seemed to me that he did not know it. He looked off into space, as if thinking of other things or rather as if he had no thoughts whatever. I saw the doctor's fingers on his wrist. You are a sick man, he said.
In the midst of this dreamy contentment and deluge of information from the doctor, the door was somewhat hastily thrown open. I was looking the other way and thought it must be one of the doctor's children. But it was old man Thordur from the Bend. I knew him well. He was over fifty, tall and large-limbed, with a hoary shock of hair and a snub nose.
What is your name? asked the doctor. My name? Don't you know my name? Don't you know me? Thordur Thordur of the Bend. I should best of all like to get the money at once. Yes, that's so you are Thordur of the Bend, said the doctor. And you are up? But listen, my good man, I owe you nothing. You owe me a small sum but that does not matter in the least.
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