Lagerlöf, Selma, 1858-1940 -- Translations into English; Short stories, Swedish -- Translations into English; Sweden -- Fiction
"No! Yesterday I thought only of how I could keep it a secret, and I
tried to dance and be merry, so that no one would mark any change in
me."
"Was it your intention to go to the bridal altar to-day without
confessing? You were assuming a grave responsibility. Didn't you
understand that if you were discovered you would drag Hildur and her kin
with you into misery?"
"I thought that I was sparing them most by saying nothing."
They drove now as fast as possible. The father seemed to be in haste to
arrive, and all the time he talked with his son. He had not said so much
to him in all his life before.
"I wonder how you came to think differently?" said he.
"It was because Helga came and wished me luck. Then there was something
hard in me that broke. I was touched by something in her. Mother, also,
moved me this morning, and I wanted to speak out and tell her that I was
not worthy of your love; but then the hardness was still within me and
made resistance. But when Helga appeared, it was all over with me. I
felt that she really ought to be angry with me who was to blame for her
having to leave our home."
"Now I think you are agreed with me that we must let the Juryman know
this at once," said the father.
"Yes," answered Gudmund in a low tone. "Why, certainly!" he added almost
immediately after, louder and firmer. "I don't want to drag Hildur into
my misfortune. This she would never forgive me."
"The Älvåkra folk are jealous of their honor, like the rest," remarked
the father. "And you may as well know, Gudmund, that when I left home
this morning I was thinking that I must tell the Juryman your position
if you did not decide to do so yourself. I never could have stood
silently by and let Hildur marry a man who at any moment might be
accused of murder."
He cracked the whip and drove on, faster and faster. "This will be the
hardest thing for you," said he, "but we'll try and have it over with
quickly. I believe that, to the Juryman's mind, it will be right for you
to give yourself up, and they will be kind to you, no doubt."
Gudmund said nothing. His torture increased the nearer they approached
Älvåkra. The father continued talking to keep up his courage.
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