And the year
after she bears him a son, who becomes king....
In a word, I would go to Hersat. Seeing it was all the same where I went,
I would go there. Possibly I might get work at the Lensmand's, or there
was always the chance of something turning up; at any rate, I should see
new people. And having thus decided upon Hersat, I felt I had a purpose
before me.
The good woman gives me leave to lie down on her bed, for I am drowsy and
stupid for lack of sleep. A fine blue spider clambers slowly up the wall,
and I lie watching it till I fall asleep.
After a couple of hours I wake suddenly, feeling rested and fresh. The
woman was cooking the dinner. I pack up my sack, pay her for my stay, and
end up by saying I'd like to make an exchange; my sewing-machine for
Olga's picture there.
The woman incredulous as ever.
Never mind, say I; if she was content, why, so was I. The picture was of
value; I knew what I was doing.
I took down the picture from the wall, blew the dust from it, and rolled
it up carefully; the wall showed lighter in a square patch where it had
been.
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