Hans of Iceland, Vol. 2 of 2; The Last Day of a CondemnedHugo, Victor
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Hans of Iceland, Vol. 2 of 2; The Last Day of a Condemned
Hugo, Victor
Capital punishment -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Iceland -- Fiction; Prisoners -- France -- Fiction
HANS OF ICELAND
[Illustration: _Ordener convicts Himself._
Etched by Léopold Flameng.--From drawing by François Flameng.]
Hans of Iceland
IN TWO VOLUMES
VOL. II.
The Last Day of a
Condemned
BY
VICTOR HUGO
[Illustration]
Centenary Edition
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
VOL. II.
PAGE
ORDENER CONVICTS HIMSELF _Frontispiece_
SCHUMACKER AND HIS DAUGHTER MADE PRISONERS 88
THE MARRIAGE OF ETHEL AND ORDENER 139
“FORBEAR,” SAID THE BISHOP 163
“THE POOR MOTHER WAS INSANE” 193
THE LAST DAY OF A CONDEMNED.
“CONDEMNED TO DEATH” 225
THE PRIEST AND THE CONDEMNED MAN 277
HANS OF ICELAND.
XXX.
Peter, good fellow, has lost his all at dice.--RÉGNIER.
The regiment of musketeers from Munkholm was on the march through the
narrow passes lying between Throndhjem and Skongen. Sometimes it moved
along the brink of a torrent, and the long line of bayonets crept
through the ravine like a huge serpent with glittering scales; sometimes
it wound around a mountain, making it look like one of those triumphal
columns about which curves an army of heroes in bronze.
The soldiers marched with trailing weapons and cloaks dragging in the
dust, looking surly and tired, for these noble fellows are averse to
anything but battle or inaction. The coarse banter and threadbare jests
which delighted them but yesterday had lost their savor. The air was
chill, the sky clouded. Nothing would raise a laugh in the ranks, unless
one of the sutler-women should get an awkward tumble from her little
Barbary horse, or a tin saucepan should happen to roll over the
precipice and rebound from rock to rock.
To while away the monotony of the journey, Lieutenant Randmer, a young
Danish baron, accosted old Captain Lory, who had risen from the ranks.
The captain, moody and silent, moved with a heavy but confident step;
the lieutenant, light and agile, played with a twig which he had plucked
from the bushes that lined the read.
“Well, Captain, what ails you? You seem depressed.”
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