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placed, for, as you know, Gösta Berling was brought
to Ekeby in Fru Samzelius’ own sledge.
“Harness Don Juan to our best racing sledge,”
she commanded, “and spread the bear-skin cover
with the silver claws over it.” And when the groom
objected—“There isn’t a horse in my stable I
would n’t give to be freed from that man. Do you
understand?”
So the horses and carriages are ready, but the
cavaliers are still asleep.
Now it is their turn to be brought out into the
wintry night, but it is a more daring exploit to take
them in their beds than to bring out the stiff old
horses and the rattling old carriages. They are
daring, strong, fearful men, hardened by a hundred
adventures. They will resist to the death, and it will
be no easy task to take them in their beds, and bring
them down to the vehicles which are to convey
them away.
The Major’s wife commanded that a stack of
straw standing near should be set on fire, so that
the light might shine into the cavaliers’ room.
“The straw is mine all Ekeby is mine,” she said.
And when the strawstack was in flames, she cried,
“Wake them now.” But the cavaliers slept on
behind firmly closed doors. The crowd raised that
fearful, frightful cry, “Fire! Fire!” but the
cavaliers slept.
The heavy hammers of the master blacksmith
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