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Torarin stayed still awhile longer as he gazed at a great vessel which lay frozen in. She looked altogether out of place as she lay with the smooth and even snowfields all about her. But when Torarin saw a thin column of smoke rising from the vessel's poop he drove up and hailed the skipper to hear if he would buy his fish.
Torarin stood still a long time by the door and watched them that sat at table. They all looked anxious and mournful, and even Herr Arne was gloomy as the rest and supported his head in his hand. At last Torarin saw him raise his head. "Have you brought a stranger into the house with you, Olof groom?"
For the sake of this money the evil deed was done, and this money has now brought retribution upon you." And before Torarin had finished unloading the fish from his sledge, the skipper and his men came down on to the ice. They brought with them three men securely bound. They were grievously hurt and fainting from their wounds. "God has not called on me in vain," said the skipper.
Then Torarin remembered the promise he had made himself on the road and, though a moment before he had stood up and lashed his horse furiously, he was now meek as a lamb. "Well, Olof groom, here am I!" he said, and sprang down from the sledge. "It is true that I wish to have no more remorse over this business. Take me in to Herr Arne!"
"None among the living can tell him that." Herr Arne sat awhile with a frown on his brow, staring dismally before him. Then he turned once more to Torarin. "I know that you bear me affection, Torarin. Can you tell me how I may be revenged upon my murderers?" "I can well understand, Herr Arne," said Torarin, "that you wish to be revenged upon those who so cruelly have deprived you of your life.
All the old servants thought to themselves: "It is a goodly thing to be given food and to be spared the sufferings of want and hunger, which we have known so often in our lives. While we are eating we ought to have no thought but of giving thanks to God for His goodness." Since Torarin found no one to talk to, his glance wandered up and down the room.
The dog did not follow him as he drove on, but stood still upon the road and howled without ceasing until Torarin drove under a dark archway into the yard of the parsonage, which was surrounded on its four sides by long, low wooden buildings. At Solberga parsonage the priest, Herr Arne, sat at supper surrounded by all his household. There was no stranger present but Torarin.
Branehog had no other tenants besides them and me." "Say rather there are none but you," said the man. "You cannot call me a tenant. I am only a poor charcoal-burner whom you have allowed to settle on your land." The man seated himself beside Torarin and they began to converse. The newcomer told Torarin how it was he came so late to the feast.
"What is that you tell us so noisily, my girl?" Torarin asked. "How can you know Herr Arne's moneys from any other?" "Well may I know this very piece of silver from any other," said Elsalill. "It is old and heavy, and it is chipped at the edge. Herr Arne told us that it came from the time of the old kings of Norway, and never would he part with it when he counted out money to pay for his goods."
Do you think all these men would hang their heads and lose the chance of making merry?" "Ay, it may well be that they can divert themselves, but, as for me, I have a mind to stay out here." Torarin gave him a rapid glance. The skipper was a tall man and thin; his eyes were bright and clear as water, with a melancholy look in them.
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