Once upon a time two young men living in a small village fell in love
with the same girl. During the winter, it was all night except for an
hour or so about noon, when the darkness seemed a little less dark, and
then they used to see which of them could tempt her out for a sleigh
ride with the Northern Lights flashing above them, or which could
persuade her to come to a dance in some neighbouring barn. But when the
spring began, and the light grew longer, the hearts of the villagers
leapt at the sight of the sun, and a day was fixed for the boats to be
brought out, and the great nets to be spread in the bays of some
islands that lay a few miles to the north. Everybody went on this
expedition, and the two young men and the girl went with them.
They all sailed merrily across the sea chattering like a flock of
magpies, or singing their favourite songs. And when they reached the
shore, what an unpacking there was! For this was a noted fishing
ground, and here they would live, in little wooden huts, till autumn
and bad weather came round again.
The maiden and the two young men happened to share the same hut with
some friends, and fished daily from the same boat. And as time went on,
one of the youths remarked that the girl took less notice of him than
she did of his companion. At first he tried to think that he was
dreaming, and for a long while he kept his eyes shut very tight to what
he did not want to see, but in spite of his efforts, the truth managed
to wriggle through, and then the young man gave up trying to deceive
himself, and set about finding some way to get the better of his rival.
The plan that he hit upon could not be carried out for some months; but
the longer the young man thought of it, the more pleased he was with
it, so he made no sign of his feelings, and waited patiently till the
moment came. This was the very day that they were all going to leave
the islands, and sail back to the mainland for the winter. In the
bustle and hurry of departure, the cunning fisherman contrived that
their boat should be the last to put off, and when everything was
ready, and the sails about to be set, he suddenly called out:
“Oh, dear, what shall I do! I have left my best knife behind in the
hut. Run, like a good fellow, and get it for me, while I raise the
anchor and loosen the tiller.”
Not thinking any harm, the youth jumped back on shore and made his way
up the steep hank. At the door of the hut he stopped and looked back,
then started and gazed in horror. The head of the boat stood out to
sea, and he was left alone on the island.
Yes, there was no doubt of it—he was quite alone; and he had nothing to
help him except the knife which his comrade had purposely dropped on
the ledge of the window. For some minutes he was too stunned by the
treachery of his friend to think about anything at all, but after a
while he shook himself awake, and determined that he would manage to
keep alive somehow, if it were only to revenge himself.
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