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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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“Prince of the Canaries, you rave if you suppose I was
in your company last night!”

“A thousand devils, what’s the matter then?” cried
Ulrik Frederik impatiently.

“Lord Gyldenlöve,” said Daniel, looking up at him with
tears in his eyes, “I’m an unhappy wretch.”

“You’re a dog of a huckster! Is it a herring-boat you’re
afraid the Swede will catch? Or are you groaning because
trade has come to a standstill, or do you think the saffron
will lose its strength and the mildew fall on your pepper and
paradise grain? You’ve a ha’penny soul! As if good citizens
had naught else to think about than their own trumpery
going to the devil,—now that we may look for the fall of
both King and realm!”

“Lord Gyldenlöve—”

“Oh, go to the devil with your whining!”

“Not so, Lord Gyldenlöve,” said Daniel solemnly,
stepping back a pace. “For I don’t fret about the stoppage
of trade, nor the loss of money and what money can buy.
I care not a doit nor a damn for herring and saffron, but to
be turned away by officers and men like one sick with the
leprosy or convicted of crime, that’s a sinful wrong against
me, Lord Gyldenlöve. That’s why I’ve been lying in the
grass all night like a scabby dog that’s been turned out,
that’s why I’ve been writhing like a miserable crawling
beast and have cried to God in heaven, asking Him why
I alone should be utterly cast away, why my arm alone
should be too withered and weak to wield a sword, though
they’re arming lackeys and ’prentice boys—”

“But who the shining Satan has turned you away?”

“Faith, Lord Gyldenlöve, I ran to the ramparts like the
others, but when I came to one party they told me they

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