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she reached Ekeby. When she arrived there, she
remembered that she had forgotten to talk of
happier things than the war to Jan Hök, the old
soldier.
There was silence in the hut after she left.
“To the Lord be all praise and honor!” cried the
old soldier, suddenly. They all gazed at him. He
had risen to his feet and was looking about him
eagerly.
“Evil, evil, has everything been,” he said. “All
I have seen since my eyes have opened has been
evil—evil men and evil women; hate and anger
in forest and field. But she is good. A good woman
has stood in my house. When I sit here alone, I
shall remember her. She will be with me in the
forest paths.”
He bowed over Gösta, untied his hands, and
raised him. Then he took his hand solemnly.
“Despised of God,” he said, nodding his head,
“that is just it! But you are not that now, nor am
I since she has stood in my house. She is good.”
Next day old Jan Hök went to the high sheriff,
Schärling. “I will take my cross,” he said. “I have
been an evil man, therefore my sons are wicked too.”
And he begged to be sent to prison instead of his
son. But that was, of course, impossible.
One of the most beautiful of old stories is the
one which describes how he followed his son,
walking beside the prison cart; how he slept outside his
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