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yells of the oncoming crowd. The autumn flood was
thundering down to Ekeby.
Did that approaching stream of fury know what
it wanted? Was it fire, or murder, or plunder?
They were no longer human beings, they were
the witches of the förests, the wild beasts of the
wilderness. “We dark powers hidden in the earth are
free for a single blessed moment. The lust of
revenge has freed us!”
They were the spirits of the hills which dug for
its ore, the spirits of the forests which felled the
trees and fired the charcoal, the spirits of the fields
which grew the corn; they were liberated now, and
bent on destruction. Death to Ekeby, death to the
cavaliers!
At Ekeby wine flows in streams, and gold lies in
heaps in the cellars. The storehouses are filled with
grain and meat. Why should the children of
righteousness starve and the children of perdition have
plenty?
But your time has now come, your measure is
filled, cavaliers! You lilies who have never spun,
you birds who have never garnered, the measure is
filled! In the forest lies that which passes sentence
upon you; these are her ambassadors. It is no lawyer
or judge who sentences, but the dark thing that
lies in the forest.
The cavaliers stood together in the main
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