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Updated: September 24, 2025
For one moment Ulrika listened doubtedly, and then without more delay ran hastily forward and entered the house.
Ulrika pulled a thick shawl from the nail where it hung and wrapped it round her. "I am ready," she said, and without more delay, stepped into the waiting sledge, while Valdemar, with an exclamation of gratitude and relief, took his place beside her. "But how is it?" she asked, as the reindeer started off at full speed, "how is it that the bonde's daughter is again at the Altenfjord?"
You have had good use of my confession, Lovisa Elsland; you have held me in your power by means of my secret, but now " The old woman interrupted her with a low laugh of contempt and malice. "As the parents are, so are the children!" she said scornfully. "Your lover must have been a fine man, Ulrika, if the son is like his father!"
But this is true my master's sailing-ship has gone, and his body with it and I know not where!" Ulrika surveyed him steadily with a slow, incredulous smile. After a pause, she said "Fidelity in a servant is good, Valdemar Svensen! I know you well I also know that a pagan shrinks from Christian burial.
In a few words Svensen related all that had happened, with the exception of the fire-burial in the Fjord. But Ulrika immediately asked, "Is his body still in the house?" Svensen looked at her darkly. "Hast thou never heard Ulrika," he said solemnly, "that the bodies of men who follow Olaf Gueldmar's creed, disappear as soon as the life departs from them? It is a mystery strange and terrible!
And after long hours of bewilderment and anguish, Errington's child, a boy, was born dead. With a regretful heart, Ulrika laid out the tiny corpse, the withered blossom of a promised new delight, a miniature form so fair and perfect that it seemed sheer cruelty on the part of nature to deny it breath and motion.
And he hurried from the room, calling his orders to Ulrika as he went, and before the visitors had time to ring, he had thrown open the door to them himself, and stood smiling urbanely on the threshold, welcoming them with enthusiasm, and assuring Sir Philip especially how much honored he felt, by his thus visiting, familiarly and unannounced, his humble dwelling.
"Well," she said, "you speak then! I can wait!" Ulrika cleared her husky voice, and fixed her dull eyes on the girl's radiant countenance. "You must go away," she said coldly and briefly; "You and your father, and this creature," and she pointed contemptuously to the staring Sigurd. "Do you understand? You must leave the Alten Fjord.
"Have I been ill?" she asked. "Yes, my dear," returned Ulrika softly, overjoyed, yet afraid at the girl's returning intelligence. "Very ill. But you feel better now, don't you?" Thelma sighed, and raising her little wasted hand, examined it curiously. Her wedding and betrothal rings were so loose on her finger that they would have fallen off had they been held downwards.
"By the gods, this is strange!" he muttered. "She seems to speak of my wife, yet what can she know of her?" For some moments there was silence. Lovisa seemed to have exhausted her strength. Presently, however, she put aside her straggling white hairs from her forehead, and demanded fiercely "Where is my grandchild? Where is Britta?" Neither Gueldmar nor Ulrika made any reply.
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