She went very obediently and seated herself. "And don't cry any more!" said he, for he thought he was beginning to get control over her. But he should not have said this, for immediately she buried her face in her hands and cried harder than ever. "Stop crying!" he said, ready to stamp his foot at her. "There are those, I dare say, who are worse off than you are." "No, no one can be worse off!" "You are young and strong. You should see how my mother fares! She is so wasted from suffering that she cannot move, but she never complains." "She is not abandoned by everybody, as I am." "You are not abandoned, either. I have spoken with my mother about you." There was a pause in the sobs. One heard, as it were, the great stillness of the forest, which always held its breath and waited for something wonderful. "I was to say to you that you should come down to my mother to-morrow that she might see you. Mother thinks of asking if you would care to take service with us." "Did she think of asking _me_?" "Yes; but she wants to see you first." "Does she know that--" "She knows as much about you as all the rest do." The girl leaped up with a cry of joy and wonderment, and the next moment Gudmund felt a pair of arms around his neck. He was thoroughly frightened, and his first impulse was to break loose and run; but he calmed himself and stood still. He understood that the girl was so beside herself with joy that she didn't know what she was doing. At that moment she could have hugged the worst ruffian, only to find a little sympathy in the great happiness that had come to her. "If she will take me into her service, I can live!" said she, burying her head on Gudmund's breast and weeping again. "You may know that I was in earnest when I wished to go down into the swamp," she said. "You deserve thanks for coming. You have saved my life." Until then Gudmund had been standing motionless, but now he felt that something tender and warm was beginning to stir within him. He raised his hand and stroked her hair. Then she started, as if awakened from a dream, and stood up straight as a rod before him. "You deserve thanks for coming," she repeated. She had become flame-red in the face, and he too reddened. "Well, then, you will come home to-morrow," he said, putting out his hand to say good-bye. "I shall never forget that you came to me to-night!" said Helga, and her great gratitude got the mastery over her shyness. "Oh, yes, it was well perhaps that I came," he said quite calmly, and he felt rather pleased with himself. "You will go in now, of course?" "Yes, now I shall go in." Gudmund suddenly felt himself rather pleased with Helga too--as one usually is with a person whom one has succeeded in helping. She lingered and did not want to go. "I would like to see you safely under shelter before I leave." "I thought they might retire before I went in."