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door of the cavaliers’ wing, and screamed again,
“Fire! Fire!”
That voice echoed more clearly in the minds of
the cavaliers than all the shouting of the crowd.
Accustomed to obey its commands, twelve men sprang
up out of their beds, saw the glare on the windows,
snatched up their clothes, and sprang down the
stairs into the yard.
But there, in the doorway, stood the master smith
and two big carters, and great disgrace overtook
the cavaliers. As one by one they came down, they
were caught, thrown to the ground, their feet were
tied, and they were borne away to the carriage which
was destined for them.
Not one escaped—they were all caught. Beerencreutz,
the fierce colonel, was tied and carried away
as well as Kristian Bergh, the strong captain, and
Uncle Eberhard, the philosopher.
Even the unconquerable, greatly feared Gösta
Berling was overpowered. The Major’s wife had
succeeded; she was, after all, stronger than the
cavaliers.
It was pitiful to see them as they sat bound on
the vehicles. Hanging heads and fierce glances were
to be seen—the courtyard echoed with oaths and
wild bursts of impotent rage.
The Lady of Ekeby went from one to another.
“You are to swear,” she said, “never to return
to Ekeby.”
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