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Only the just can tread the pathway to Valhalla, 'tis a better creed!" Ulrika looked at his superb, erect figure and lofty head, and a strangely anxious expression flitted across her dull countenance.
Do give me my baby I am much better nearly well and I should like to kiss it." Ulrika stood mute, taken aback by this demand. She dared not tell her the truth she feared its effect on the sensitive mind that had so lately regained its balance. But while she hesitated, Thelma instinctively guessed all she strove to hide. "It is dead!" she cried. "Dead! and I never knew!"
Still retreating backwards, backwards the clammy dew of death darkening her affrighted countenance, she turned her glazing eyes for the last time on Gueldmar. Her lips twitched into a smile of dreadful mockery. "May thy gods reward thee Olaf Gueldmar even as mine are rewarding me!" And with these words, her head dropped heavily on her breast. Ulrika laid her back on her pillow, a corpse.
Ulrika, watching by the corpse of her aged friend, was soon joined by others bent on sharing her vigil, and the house was presently filled with woman's religious wailings and prayers for the departed.
There was nothing more to be done now, thought Ulrika piously, but to trust in the Lord and hope for the best. And Valdemar Svensen made with his own hands a tiny coffin for the body of the little dead boy who was to have brought such pride and satisfaction to his parents, and one day rowed it across the Fjord to that secret cave where Thelma's mother lay enshrined in stone.
"There is the everlasting burning," began Ulrika solemnly. "Oh, nonsense!" exclaimed Britta quite impatiently. "I don't believe it!" Ulrika started back in wonder and dismay. "You don't believe it!" she said in awed accents. "Are you also a heathen?" "I don't know what you mean by a heathen," replied Britta almost gaily.
A nest of devils, every one of them; and the curse will always be upon us while they dwell here." She paused and looked at Ulrika steadily. "Remember!" she said, with an evil leer on her lips, "I hold a secret of yours that is worth the keeping! I give you two weeks more; within that time you must act! Destroy the witch, bring back to me my grandchild Britta, or else it will be my turn!"
Ulrika was all alone with her, Valdemar having gone to execute his commissions in Bosekop, and she had enough to do to make her remain in bed.
Father, dear, you must tell him how wrong it is not to love Philip. Every one loves Philip and I I love him too, but he must never know that." She paused and sighed. "That is my secret, the only one I have!" And she drooped her fair head forlornly. Moved by intense pity, such as she had never felt in all her life before, Ulrika went up and tried to draw her gently from the window.
There he left it, feeling sure he had done well. Ulrika asked him no questions she was entirely absorbed in the duties that devolved upon her, and with an ungrudging devotion strange to see in her, watched and tended Thelma incessantly, scarcely allowing herself a minute's space for rest or food.
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