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candles in their claws. Out of the ten-gallon
cauldron of brightest copper the flames flash blue into
the darkness of the roof. Beerencreutz’s horn
lantern hangs on the forge hammer. Yellow punch
gleams like sunlight in the punch-bowl. Here is a
table and benches, and the cavaliers intend
spending Christmas Eve in the forge.
There is gaiety and carousal, music and song, but
the midnight festivity awakens no one. All noise
from the forge is drowned by the mighty thunder
of the waterfalls beyond it.
There is gaiety and carousal. Think if the Major’s
wife were to see them! Well, she would probably
sit down and empty a glass with them. She is a
sensible woman, a loud drinking song or a game of
Harlequin would not frighten her. She is the richest
woman in Värmland, as gruff as a man, and as
proud as a queen. She loves song and the music of
violins. Cards and wine she likes, and a table
surrounded with guests. She likes plenty in her pantry,
dancing and gaiety in her halls, and to have the
cavaliers’ wing full of her pensioners.
Look at them sitting round their punch-bowl!
They are twelve—twelve men of might. There
is nothing effeminate about them, nor are they
dandies, but men whose renown will live long in
Värmland—brave and strong men.
They are not dried parchment nor closely tied-up
money-bags, but poor and reckless men,
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