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But Kevenhüller had no sooner recognized her
than the old eagerness for work came back to him.
His brain began to seethe and burn; his fingers
ached with longing for the touch of hammer and
file. He put on his working-blouse and shut
himself up in an old smithy.
A cry went out from Ekeby over all Värmland
that Kevenhüller had begun work again, and people
listened with bated breath to the sounds from the
smithy—to the thud of the hammer, the rasping of
the files, and the belching of the bellows.
A new marvel was forthcoming. What could it
be?—they wondered. Would he teach them to walk
on the water, or was he building a ladder to the
Pleiades?
Nothing seemed impossible to a man of his sort.
Had they not with their own eyes seen him hover
in the air on wings? Had they not seen his
horseless carriage running in the streets? He was a
genius; therefore all things were possible to him.
One night he emerged from the smithy bearing
in his hand a new invention. It was a wheel of
perpetual motion. As it turned, the spokes glowed,
radiating warmth and light. Kevenhüller had made
a sun! The wheel gave forth so brilliant a light it set
the sparrows twittering and turned the dark night-sky
into a rosy dawn.
That was the wonder of wonders! Nevermore
would the earth be cold or in darkness. His brain
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