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“Oh, mother! what did you do?”

“All at once I began to wonder where I had got the courage from! I did not even know what I wanted with him! When I saw him I could have turned and fled. But his wonderful gait, those long firm strides, his hat in hand, his shaggy head…. I felt I must see it all. And the wonderful thing he said: ‘I knew it was you.’ How could he have known it? I don’t remember whether I asked him, or if he saw my surprise, but he explained that he had seen me as we came away from the lecture; he had heard who I was. It was wonderful to hear the deep voice, which for me meant something so absolutely exceptional, as though resounding from the far future, making embarrassed excuses for having said anything that might have wounded me. Before he succeeded in getting out ‘wounded you,’ he stammered–‘wounded the Queen–wounded the Queen and her ladies–wounded you!’ He had so many other subjects he might have touched upon, and so many other themes he might have chosen. He could have said so much that was good of the Queen, much that he knew to be true; but he had forgotten it. So he went on, his eyes looking into mine–trusting, but commanding eyes, whose attraction I felt. There seemed to be an echo in the silent wood of his unfathomable honesty. And his eyes went on repeating, ‘Don’t you believe it, too?’ No one can imagine how unconscious he was of the effect they produced. He spoke, and I listened, and we drew nearer and nearer to each other. But the joy I felt, and which could not find words–what should I have said? At last it became uncontrollable–it burst all bounds. I suddenly heard myself laugh! And you should have seen how, all of a sudden, he laughed with me! Laughed, so that the woods re-echoed! The fishermen were just rowing past to be at their post when the sun should rise. They rested on their oars and listened. They all knew the sound of his laughter. I recognised its sound from the time when I saw him coming between his two satellites. There was a faun in him–a northern faun, of course, a wild man of the woods, unrestrained, but innocent, leading two bears, one under each arm! Yes, something of that kind. Not a troll, you understand, for they are stupid and malignant.”

“You say ‘innocent,’ mother? How do you mean that he was innocent, since he was so wild?”

“Because nothing harmed him. Whatever he might have known or experienced, he remained a great child all the same. Yes, I tell you, refined and as aloof from evil. He had such a power of refinement in himself that what did not appeal to his nature was annihilated by it. It no longer existed for him.”

“Oh, mother, how was it all? Oh, why have you been given this experience, and not I!” She had hardly spoken the words when she turned and ran swiftly away. The mother let her alone; she sat on a stone and waited her return. It was good to rest with her thoughts. She sat a long time alone, and would willingly have sat longer; but the clouds began to gather. Then Magne came back with a nosegay of the most beautiful wild flowers and delicate grasses arranged about a fir branch covered with cones, grey-green young cones.

“Mother, he was like this nosegay, wasn’t he? What, dear mother, are you crying?”

“I am crying for joy, my child; for joy and regret both together. One day you will come to understand that those are the most comforting tears in the world.”

But Magne had thrown herself down on the ground by her side. “Mother, you don’t know how happy you have made me to-day!”

“I see I have, dear child; I was right to wait; it was a struggle, but I did right.”