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anvil and loosen the great hammer. We will hold
you with pincers under its blows, and teach you to
go hunting for the souls of cavaliers.”
He was a coward, was the dark gentleman, as is
known of old, and the talk of the great hammer did
not please him. He called Kristian Bergh back, and
began bargaining with the cavaliers.
“Take the seven foundries, cavaliers, and give
me the Major’s wife.”
“Do you think us as base as she is?” cried Squire
Julius. “We will take Ekeby and all the other
foundries, but you must manage the Major’s wife
yourself.”
“What does Gösta say?” asked the gentle Lövenborg.
“Gösta Berling must speak. We must have his
opinion on such an important subject.”
“This is madness!” cried Gösta. “Cavaliers,
don’t be made fools of by him! What have we
against the Major’s wife? Regarding our souls, it
must be as fate ordains; but it won’t be with my
consent that we are ungrateful wretches, and act like
rogues and villains. I have eaten at her table for
many long years, and will not desert her now.”
“Yes, go to the devil, if you feel inclined, Gösta.
We would rather reign over Ekeby.”
“But are you raving mad, or have you drunk
yourselves out of your senses? Do you believe in
all this? Do you believe that he over there is the
Evil One? Don’t you see that it is a cursed joke?”
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