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The two sat close together on the bench, and it could be seen that there was great friendship between them. All these folk sat at meat in the deepest silence. Torarin looked from one to another, but none was disposed to talk during the meal.
But I know that you are a God-fearing man. Therefore I have come to ask your help to find a maiden whom the Scotsmen brought out to your ship with them yester-night." "I know naught of their bringing any maiden with them," said the skipper. "I have heard no woman's voice aboard the ship tonight." "I am Torarin the fish hawker," said the other; "maybe you have heard of me?
As Torarin the fish hawker, who lived in the smallest and poorest cabin on the outer isles, looked upon all these things, he thought: "Were I a great man like Herr Arne I would not be content to live in an ancient homestead with only one room. I should build myself a house with high gables and many chambers, like those of the burgomasters and aldermen of Marstrand."
But I was so startled by the dream that I fell off the load." When Herr Arne had been dead a fortnight there came some nights of clear, bright moonlight, and one evening Torarin was out with his sledge. He checked his horse time after time, as though he had difficulty in finding the way.
One February day, as dusk was drawing on, Torarin came driving along the road which led from Kungshall up to the parish of Solberga. The road was a lonely one, altogether deserted, but this was no reason for Torarin to hold his tongue. Beside him on the sledge he had a trusty friend with whom to chat. This was a little black dog with shaggy coat, and Torarin called him Grim.
He has always shown you kindness in his lifetime, and assuredly he will not harm you after death. Mayhap he has a service to ask of you. You must not forget, Torarin, that we are to show gratitude to the dead as to the living." Torarin opened his eyes and looked down the room. He saw the great hall just as he had seen it before.
Torarin broke off his praises of the Scotsmen at once. "What ails you now, Grim, my dog?" he said. "Do you think I stay here too long, wasting the time in talk?" He made ready to drive off. "Well, God be with you all!" he cried. Torarin drove in to Marstrand by the narrow channel between Klovero and Koo. When he had come within sight of the town, he noticed that he was not alone on the ice.
But there is none amongst us who walk God's earth that can help you in this." Herr Arne fell into a deep brooding when he heard this answer. There was a long silence. After a while Torarin ventured to put forward a request. "I have now fulfilled your desire, Herr Arne, and told you how it went at the assize. Have you aught else to ask me, or will you now let me go?"
I thought I had three werewolves in the house with me, and I was glad when at last they took themselves off." When Torarin heard this he told the charcoal-burner what he himself had witnessed at the parsonage. "So it was true enough that this night they whetted knives at Branehog," said Torarin, laughing.
But as the dog lay there wide awake and made no sign of displeasure, Torarin turned off at the first road that led westward to the sea. He flicked the horse with the slack of the reins and made it quicken its pace. "Since we shall pass by Solberga parsonage," said Torarin, "I will even put in there and ask if it be true that the ice bears as far as to Marstrand.
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