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hospitable. The impoverished cavalier who is obliged
to seek board in a peasant’s hut has no joyous days.
Separated from his old friends and the old adventurous
life, alone and solitary, he fades away. And
so he talked to them, to those light-hearted men
hardened against all chances of fate. Once again he
called them gods and knights who had arisen to
bring back joy to the ironland in iron times. Still
he bewailed that the garden where butterfly-winged
joy had abounded should have been filled with
destructive caterpillars, and that its fruit was
shrivelled. He knew well that joy was a blessing to the
children of men, and that it must exist; but like
a great mystery the question still hung over the
world how a man was both to be joyous and to be
good. He said it was both the easiest and the most
difficult of things. They had not been able to solve
the riddle before, but now he believed they had all
learned the lesson. They had all learned it during
that year of joy and of want, of happiness and of
trouble.
Oh, good Sir Cavaliers, for me, too, the bitterness
of parting hangs over this hour! This is the last
night we shall spend together. I shall not hear again
your merry laughter or your gay songs. I must part
from you and all the happy people of the Löfven
shores.
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