Historical fiction; Norway -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Women -- Norway -- Fiction
At Jörundgaard all folks were toiling and moiling, making ready for the
great wedding. The last two months Kristin had been so busy from morning
to night that she had but little time to trouble over aught but her
work. She saw that her bosom had filled out; the small pink nipples were
grown brown, and they were tender as smarting hurts when she had to get
out of bed in the cold—but it passed over when she had worked herself
warm, and after that she had no thought but of all she must get done
before evening. When now and again she was forced to straighten up her
back and stand and rest a little, she felt that the burden she bore was
growing heavy—but to look on she was still slim and slender as she had
ever been. She passed her hands down her long shapely thighs. No, she
would not grieve over it now. Sometimes a faint creeping longing would
come over her with the thought: like enough in a month or so she might
feel the child quick within her—By that time she would be at
Husaby.—Maybe Erlend would be glad—She shut her eyes and fixed her teeth
on her betrothal ring—then she saw before her Erlend’s face, pale and
moved, as he stood in the hall here in the winter and said the words of
espousal with a loud clear voice:
“So be God my witness and these men standing here, that I Erlend
Nikulaussön do espouse Kristin Lavransdatter according to the laws of
God and men, on such conditions as here have been spoken before these
witnesses standing hereby. That I shall have thee to my wife and thou
shalt have me to thy husband, so long as we two do live, to dwell
together in wedlock, with all such fellowship as God’s law and the law
of the land do appoint.”
As she ran on errands from house to house across the farm-place, she
stayed a moment—the rowan trees were so thick with berries this
year—’twould be a snowy winter. The sun shone over the pale stubble
fields where the corn sheaves stood piled on their stakes. If this
weather might only hold over the wedding!
* * * * *
Lavrans stood firmly to it that his daughter should be wedded in church.
It was fixed, therefore, that the wedding should be in the chapel at
Sundbu. On the Saturday the bridal train was to ride over the hills to
Vaage; they were to lie for the night at Sundbu and the neighbouring
farms, and ride back on Sunday after the wedding-mass. The same evening
after Vespers, when the holy day was ended, the wedding feast was to be
held, and Lavrans was to give his daughter away to Erlend. And after
midnight the bride and bridegroom were to be put to bed.
* * * * *
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