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(1880) [MARC] Author: Richard Gustafsson Translator: Albert Alberg
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100 Chit-Chat by Puck.

When the king heard this answer his passion
knew no bounds. He called his guard, and ordered
Lilian to be thrown into the prison tower, and a
scaffold to be erected in the garden outside his
window, for he himself would witness her dying, at
sunset the next day.

The night that came was one of the very worst
that Garm ever experienced. Not a wink of sleep
refreshed his eyes, and he felt as if heavy burthens
were pressing upon his breast, when worn out by
fatigue he sank down upon his sleepless bed.
Horrible phantoms from bygone days passed and re-
passed incessantly before him, tormenting him with
their scourges ; and when at last the dawn arrived,
the king was so weak from the sufferings of the
night that he was unable to get out of bed without
assistance, so his courtiers had to carry him to
his chair of state.

Before evening came on, the scaffold was ready
in the garden, and when Lilian was brought thither
the king placed himself by the window. When he
saw the little shepherd girl, with a smile upon her
face, walk between the grim warriors, all clad in
steel, who were drawn up in files on both sides, the
king felt a strange sensation in his heart, and he
could not look at her, but turned away when she
ascended the scaffold. He tried to compel him-
self to look down into the garden, but he was
unable to do so—and sat in breathless suspense to
hear the whizzing of the executioner’s sword—
when suddenly a clear voice struck upon his ear.

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