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Oh, no! that caused him no grief. But what went to
his heart was that the old one-eyed forest king was
now dead, and he had not been the man to kill him
with a silver bullet.
He went up to the cavaliers’ wing, where the
cavaliers sat round the fire, and without a word he
threw the bear-skin down before them. You must
not think he related his adventures there and then;
it was long, long years before he could be persuaded
to tell the true facts of the case. Neither did he
make known the Broby parson’s hiding-place, and
the parson probably never missed the money.
The cavaliers examined the skin.
“It is a beautiful skin,” said Beerencreutz; “I
wonder why he rose from his winter sleep, or
perhaps you shot him in his lair?”
“He was shot in Bro.”
“Well, he was not as big as the Gurlita bear, but
he must have been a splendid beast,” said Gösta.
“If he had been one-eyed,” said Kevenhüller,
“I should believe you had shot the old man
himself, he is so big; but there is no wound or scar
near his eyes, so it can’t be he.”
Fuchs swore first over his stupidity, but afterwards
his face lighted up till he looked quite handsome.
So the great bear had not fallen to another
man’s shot!
“Lord God, how good Thou art!” he said, and
clasped his hands.
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