A story teller's story : $b The tale of an American writer's journey through his own imaginative world and through the world of facts, with many of his experiences and impressions among other writersAnderson, Sherwood
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A story teller's story : $b The tale of an American writer's journey through his own imaginative world and through the world of facts, with many of his experiences and impressions among other writers
Anderson, Sherwood
Anderson, Sherwood, 1876-1941; Authors, American -- 20th century -- Biography
One morning early Fredis arose from her bed and dressed herself, but
did not put on her shoes and stockings. A heavy dew had fallen, and
she took her husband’s cloak, and wrapped it about her, and then
walked to the brothers’ house and up to the door, which had been only
partly closed by one of the men, who had gone out but a short time
before. She pushed the door open and stood silently in the doorway for
a time. Finnbogi, who was lying on the innermost side of the room,
awoke. “What dost thou wish here, Fredis?” She answers: “I wish thee
to rise and go out with me, for I would speak with thee.” He did so;
and they walked to a tree, which lay close by the wall of the house,
and seated themselves upon it. “How art thou pleased here?” says she.
He answers “I am well pleased with the fruitfulness of the land, but I
am ill content with the breach that has come between us, for methinks
there has been no cause for it.” “It is even as thou sayest,” says
she, “and so it seems to me; but my errand to thee is that I wish to
exchange ships with you brothers, for ye have a larger ship than I,
and I wish to depart from here.” “To this I must accede,” says he,
“if it is thy pleasure.” Therewith they parted, and she returned home
and Finnbogi to his bed. She climbed up into the bed and awakened
Thorvard (her husband) with her cold feet; and he asked her why she
was so cold and wet. She answered with great passion. “I have been
to the brothers’,” says she, “to try to buy their ship, for I wish to
have a larger vessel; but they received my overtures so ill that they
struck me and handled me very roughly; that time thou, poor wretch,
will neither avenge my shame nor thy own; and I find, perforce, that
I am no longer in Greenland. Moreover I shall part from thee unless
thou makest vengeance for this.” And now he could stand her taunts no
longer, and ordered the men to rise at once and take their weapons;
and they then proceeded directly to the house of the brothers, and
entered it while the folk were asleep, and seized and bound them, and
led each one out when he was bound; and, as they came out, Fredis
caused each to be slain.
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