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“And my lady is returning to us?” asked the
girl.
“My time has not come yet,” answered the
Major’s wife. “The roadway must still be my home and
the strawstack my bed, but you shall guard Ekeby
for me till I come.”
And they went on. Neither of them knew that
Marienne was sleeping in that room. But she was
not asleep. She was wide awake, had heard and
understood all. She had been lying on her bed, lost
in a reverie of love.
“Thou Mighty One,” she said, “who hast lifted
me above myself! I lay in the deepest misery, and
thou hast turned it to Paradise. My hands were
wounded on the iron latch of the barred door, and
my tears lay frozen on the threshold of my home.
Hate froze my heart when I heard the blows my
mother received, and I tried to sleep away my anger
in the snowdrift, but Thou hast come to me. Oh,
Love, thou child of fire, thou hast come to one who
has been frozen to the heart. If I compare my misery
with the blessedness I have from it, the misery is
nothing. I am freed from all ties; I have no father,
no mother, no home. Men will turn from me and
believe ill of me. Well, it is thy will, oh, Love, for
why should I stand higher than my beloved? Hand
in hand we will go forth into the world. Gösta
Berling’s bride is a poor girl. He found me in the
snowdrifts. So let us make our home together, not in wide
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