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“Begone, you witch!”
“You shall swear,” she repeated, “or I will throw
you, bound as you are, into the cavaliers’ wing, and
you shall die there to-night, for I will burn down
the cavaliers’ wing as sure as I live.”
“You dare not.”
“Dare not? Is n’t Ekeby mine? Oh, you scoundrels!
Don’t you think I remember how you spat
after me on the roadside? I should like to set fire
to the building even now, and let you all burn. Did
you lift a hand to help me when I was turned out
of my home? No, swear now!”
And she looked furious, though perhaps she
pretended to be more angry than she really was,
and so many men with axes stood around her, the
cavaliers were obliged to swear.
Then she ordered their clothes and boxes to be
brought out and their hands to be untied, and the
reins were placed between their fingers.
But time had passed, and Marienne had reached
Sjö before this.
The Major was no late sleeper, he was up and
dressed when she came. She met him in the yard;
he had been to give his bears their breakfast.
He did not say much to her news, only went back
to his bears, tied a nose-rope to each, led them out,
and hurried away in the direction of Ekeby.
Marienne followed him at a distance. She was
ready to fall, she was so tired, but she saw a bright
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