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countries, he came at last to Värmland, to study
windmills and mining.
One fine summer’s morning he happened to be
Crossing the market-place in Karlstad. In that same
beautiful hour the Wood Nymph had seen fit to
wander into the town; she was also crossing the
square but from the opposite direction, and so met
Kevenhüller.
Ah, that was an encounter for a watch-maker’s
apprentice! The lady had shining green eyes and a
wealth of golden hair that nearly reached the ground,
and she was garbed in shimmering green. Troll and
pagan though she was, she appeared more beautiful
to Kevenhüller than any Christian woman he had
ever seen. He stood stock-still, and stared as if
suddenly bereft of his wits.
The Nymph was fresh from the heart of the forest,
where the ferns grow high as trees, and the
giant firs shut out the sunlight, so that it falls on
the creamy moss only in golden streaks, and where
twin-flowers creep over lichen-clad rocks.
I should like to have been in Kevenhüller’s place,
to have seen her as she came with fern-fronds and
pine-needles tangled in her flowing hair, a little
adder round her neck, and bringing with her the
fresh odors of resin and raspberry, of moss and
twin-flower!
How the people must have stared! ’Tis said that
horses bolted, frightened by her long hair flying in
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