Part 48 (2/2)

”Well, and I thought 'twas you had grown rich and grand. Wasn't it you had left you old Sivert's chest and all his money in? He he he!”

Oline was not pleased, not softened at being minded of that legacy.

”Ay, old Sivert, he'd a kindly thought for me, and I'll not say otherwise. But once he was dead and gone, 'twas little they left after him in worldly goods. And you know yourself how 'tis to be stripped of all, and live under other man's roof; but old Sivert he's in palaces and mansions now, and the likes of you and me are left on earth to be spurned underfoot.”

”Ho, you and your talk!” says Brede scornfully, and turns to Axel: ”Well, I'm glad I came in time--help you back home. Not going too fast, eh?”

”No.”

Talk to Oline, stand up and argue with Oline! Was never a man could do it but to his cost. Never in life would she give in, and never her match for turning and twisting heaven and earth to a medley of seeming kindness and malice, poison and senseless words. This to her face now: Brede making as if 'twas himself was bringing Axel home!

”What I was going to say,” she begins: ”They gentlemen came up to Sellanraa that time; did you ever get to show them all those sacks of stone you'd got, eh, Brede?”

”Axel,” says Brede, ”let me hoist you on my shoulders, and I'll carry you down rest of the way.”

”Nay,” says Axel. ”For all it's good of you to ask.”

So they go on; not far now to go. Oline must make the best of her time on the way. ”Better if you'd saved him at the point of death,” says she. ”And how was it, Brede, you coming by and seeing him in deadly peril and heard his cry and never stopped to help?”

”You hold your tongue,” says Brede.

And it might have been easier for her if she had, wading deep in snow and out of breath, and a heavy burden and all, but 'twas not Oline's way to hold her tongue. She'd a bit in reserve, a dainty morsel. Ho, 'twas a dangerous thing to talk of, but she dared it.

”There's Barbro now,” says she. ”And how's it with her? Not run off and away, perhaps?”

”Ay, she has,” answers Brede carelessly. ”And left a place for you for the winter by the same.”

But here was a first-rate opening for Oline again; she could let it be seen now what a personage she was; how none could manage long without Oline--Oline, that, had to be sent for near or far. She might have been two places, ay, three, for that matter. There was the parsonage--they'd have been glad to have her there, too. And here was another thing--ay, let Axel hear it too, 'twould do no harm--they'd offered her so-and-so much for the winter, not to speak of a new pair of shoes and a sheepskin into the bargain. But she knew what she was doing, coming to Maaneland, coming to a man that was lordly to give and would pay her over and above what other folk did--and so she'd come. No, 'twas no need for Brede to trouble himself that gait--when her Heavenly Father had watched over her all those years, and opened this door and that before her feet, and bidden her in. Ay, and it seemed like G.o.d Himself had known what He was doing, sending her up to Maaneland that day, to save the life of one of His creatures on earth....

Axel was getting wearied again by now; his legs could hardly bear him, and seemed like giving up. Strange, he had been getting better by degrees, able to walk, as the life and warmth came back into his body.

But now--he must lean on Brede for support! It seemed to begin when Oline started talking about her wages; and then, when she was saving his life again, it was worse than ever. Was he trying to lessen her triumph once more? Heaven knows--but his mind seemed to be working again. As they neared the house, he stopped, and said: ”Looks like I'll never get there, after all.”

Brede hoists him up without a word, and carries him. So they go on like that, Oline all venom, Axel up full length on Brede's back.

”What I was going to say,” gets out Oline--”about Barbro--wasn't she far gone with child?”

”Child?” groans Brede, under the weight. Oh, 'tis a strange procession; but Axel lets himself be carried all the way till he's set down at his own door.

Brede puffs and blows, mightily out of breath.

”Ay, or how--was it ever born, after all?” asks Oline.

Axel cuts in quickly with a word to Brede: ”I don't know how I'd ever have got home this night but for you.” And he does not forget Oline: ”And you, Oline, that was the first to find me. I've to thank you both for it all.”

That was how Axel was saved....

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