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255 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1927
“You shouldn’t stand for it, Master Olav,” said the priest angrily. “You shouldn’t allow your son to spend time with those folks you deemed it wise to settle at Rundmyr. What the boy learns there is not to his benefit.” Olav didn’t know what to say in reply. When he remained silent, the priest told him what Eirik had said about his father. “The whole village is laughing at that son of yours because he lies so often, and they’re such stupid lies.” By now they had reached the crossroads. Sira Hallbjørn reached up to take hold of the horse’s bridle and held on to it as he looked up at Olav’s face. There was still a glimmer of daylight in the fog that was again growing heavy. Olav was surprised to see that the priest seemed deeply distressed.
Cattle die,
kinsmen die,
the man himself dies,
yet one thing I know
that never dies:
the judgment upon each death!
He had pretended that he was afraid of losing his life — he who had been so weary of his own life for such a long time that if it hadn’t been for Ingunn’s sake, he would have declined to stay among the living for even one more day. He refused to go back to that. His sacrifices would mean nothing if he now chose obedience, poverty, celibacy, and, in the end, thralldom and a martyr’s death — for he placed no value on what he would have to give up. But what lay ahead of him promised gains beyond measure — adventures and lengthy travels and finally peace and God’s forgiveness, so that he would be admitted, once again, into the legions of the Lord. Yet now he understood, at long last, that he had to choose. Not between God and one thing or another on this earth, not even his own mortal existence, but between God and himself.
When the boy saw that the master of the estate was dressed for battle, he had asked to stay with him. Suddenly something resembling unrestrained joy flared up inside Olav, as if shackles had been thrown off him. Darkness behind him, darkness in front of him. And here he stood, utterly alone except for two armed strangers, and he had no idea what tomorrow would bring.