“The motor runs nicely today,” observed Laura.
“Of course there is nearer the motor. Why do you ask?”
“The vibration is nearly as good as massage7. I have not had any for a whole week. It’s perfectly8 awful. I think I will move up there.”
Laura stepped up to the bows. Her life was now characterised by an incessant9 struggle against incipient10 corpulency. She took massage, had gymnastics, played games and rode. The fear of getting old forced her out of her feline11 laziness. She positively12 dared not sit still. “If I rest or if I lie on my back, then old age will come over me,” she thought. This new restlessness went hand in hand with an ardent13 desire to be in at everything, not to miss anything. She had fallen a helpless victim to the disease of seeing and being seen. Dances, first nights, private views, bazaars14, matches:—everywhere you saw Countess von Borgk. And everywhere you saw her flirt15 with young men, preferably very young men.
372It had not been exactly an agreeable surprise for Stellan to discover her at the great autumn shooting party at Gran?. Stellan was no longer fond of female company. His wife he fortunately escaped. She was always at the seaside or at some sanatorium, but Laura he often met. But with the old bachelor Major von Brauner he had thought he would be free from her. Certainly Brauner had figured at Laura’s gambling16 evenings out in the Narvav?gen, but Stellan did not know that relations had continued. Judge of his annoyance17, then, when he turned in his motor boat and saw his pretty sister on the pier18; Laura in short skirts, with puttees on her legs and a young painter fool carrying her gun.
And at dinner she came down, the only lady amongst so many men, half naked, wrapped in some green silk stuff that really cried aloud of her lost youth. And she herself gave the signal for the naughty stories after dinner. Grotesque19!
As if that were not unpleasant enough they began to talk about the neighbouring J?rn?. And who should start that topic but Laura. She was half lying in her chair and told lots of stories about dear old Tord. There was a moment of painful silence, but as the family itself did not seem to mind ... well, then they let their tongues wag. Nobody mentioned such a trifle as that Tord had the Governor of the province at him all the time for neglect. That was to be seen in any paper. But now he had put up big notices:
“Landing forbidden on penalty of death.
Tord of J?rn?.”
And he actually did shoot at people who entered his waters. Von Brauner himself had once sought shelter there during a thunderstorm and had heard the bullets whizz 373about his ears. The people round about were so furious that an accident might happen at any moment.
“A philosopher who has read too much Darwin and Nietzsche,” mumbled Stellan. “He wants to be a living protest against the more sentimental20 theories.”
Stellan tried to save the situation by being objective at the same time as he appealed to the sportman’s individualism and the aristocratic prejudices of the company.
But Laura laughed:
“Nonsense, he is just mad. But anyhow, madmen may be rather jolly.”
The following day Stellan left Gr?n? in order to go to J?rn? and talk to Tord. It was not so easy to get Laura to come with him, because she felt very much at home amongst the shooting party. But now they were on their way anyhow. The motor boat already began to plunge21 in the rougher and heavier seas of the big J?rn? bay.
Stellan put on an old oilskin and went up on the captain’s bridge:
“Are you quite sure of the chart?” he asked the man at the wheel.
“Yes, sir, I was born in this neighbourhood.”
Between the seas Stellan took the opportunity of looking down into the engine room. Because he had his suspicions of Laura’s vibration. The mechanic, who was a handsome dark youth, might also have something to do with it.
Stellan was an old gambler, who was very frightened of leaving anything to chance.
The rocking of the boat soon made Laura leave the fumes22 from the engine room and quietly creep into the saloon.
They were approaching J?rn?. Tall and foreboding rose the dark, rusty-looking hill surmounted24 by its log castle. The boat steered25 straight for the entrance to the harbour.
374Was the madman really going to shoot? Not even through his Feiss-glasses could Stellan distinguish any sign of life.
Bang! A shot rang out above the lapping of the waves but nobody saw where it went.
“One ought to come here in warships,” the man mumbled.
Stellan slowed down. They slipped under the lee of the hill beside a dilapidated old shed.
Another shot of welcome! This time the shot struck only a few yards to starboard. But it was impossible to discover who had fired it.
Laura cried out that she wanted to go back. Stellan looked as if he felt sick. He waved a handkerchief eagerly as a flag of truce26. There were no more shots. The boat floated quietly in towards a tumbledown fishing pier. But still no living soul was visible.
Stellan had some trouble in getting Laura out of the saloon. Not that he had any illusions about Tord’s chivalry27, but he felt safer all the same when he had her with him. Silent and hesitating they went ashore28, still with the reports of the shots on their nerves. They passed through an old field which was now running wild and full of little shoots of birches and aspens, then they cut across a little garden quite overgrown with pestilence29 weed out of which a few half suffocated30 black currant bushes stretched up their arms like drowning people, whilst the poor naked apple trees writhed31 in grey despair in front of a rotting cottage wall with broken windows and grass-grown porch. Nature crept in over the work of man and began to resume its power. Over the whole there lay, in the gloomy autumn day, an indescribable odour of dampness, decay and dismal32 neglect.
Shivering, Laura and Stellan took the path up the hill. Up there, whipped by the winds, the big house lay with 375its weathered logs, surrounded by a litter of empty tins and broken bottles.
Nobody came out when Stellan knocked. The door was not locked and they walked in. The big hall was cold, dirty and filled with a strange smell of animals. The whole house shook in the gale33, and on the windows towards the north a pine branch knocked persistently34 as if the wind wished to enter as a guest.
They cautiously penetrated35 further. On one of the folding beds in the bedroom something lay huddled36 up under a reindeer37 skin. It moved when Laura lifted the fur rug and an untidy head peeped out. It was Dagmar. She stared in dull amazement38 at the visitors, without recognizing them.
“I am Laura ... Laura Selamb ... and this is Stellan.”
“Oh, I see, it’s you....”
Dagmar crept down. She was dressed in some grey rags. She had the grey complexion39 of the really poor, she looked emaciated40, worn out. She gave at the same time the horrible and pitiful impression of a starved and tormented41 woman. She shook herself, and her teeth chattered42:
“I am lying down as I am not quite well.”
“We wanted to speak to Tord,” said Stellan. “Where is he?”
Dagmar’s face hardened:
“I don’t know at all.”
“He greeted us with his gun, so he must be in the neighbourhood.”
“I suppose he ran away when he recognized you. He is not very fond of visitors.”
Then Dagmar suddenly approached Laura and stroked the smooth sleeve of her raincoat timidly, like a frightened dog:
376“Goodness, how pretty you are! Do you know I have not talked to a woman for several years.”
“Well, that is nothing to long for.”
An expression of terror suddenly came over Dagmar’s face.
“You must be hungry,” she mumbled. “And I have only got a little salted herring.”
Stellan went out and blew three short sharp signals on a whistle. Then he returned.
“Don’t trouble about food,” he said. “My men will bring up all we need. But how shall we get hold of Tord?”
“Oh, he has not eaten anything today, and when he is hungry he will come and feed out of your hand.”
The men soon arrived carrying up boxes of food and wine. Dagmar excused herself for a moment and dived into a wardrobe to make herself smart.... She returned dressed in an old-fashioned, frayed45 red silk frock which hung round her thin body. But there still glimmered46 a last spark of beauty in her features.
When dinner was over she went out into the porch and hammered a broken zinc47 tub with a poker48 and shouted into the forest:
“Food, food, food!”
It sounded like the cry of an angry bird through the roaring of the wind.
Tord did not come.
“Well, then we can eat without the beast,” said Dagmar.
Her eyes suddenly grew wet as she sank down by the dazzlingly white tablecloth49. Such a lot of lovely food—so many fine bottles! And then there was the man with “Rapid” in white letters across his jersey50, just like a footman behind her chair! And then Laura’s jewels and Stellan’s yachting suit!
“Goodness me,” she mumbled. “Goodness me!”
Dagmar quickly drank her second cocktail. A wild smile lit up her face like lightning:
“He is afraid they will come and take me from him.... So you can see he is mad.”
They ate for a moment in silence. The firelight from the logs in the fireplace flickered54 over the faces in the big dark hall, which was still shaken by the gale, and where the pine branch still persistently knocked at the window:
Knock, knock, knock...!
Dagmar drank and drank—with trembling hands and staring eyes. Suddenly she flung herself forward with her hands stretched across the table and her forehead on the cloth. She was seized by a paroxysm of weeping:
“It is terrible here!” she mumbled, “it is terrible here! I shall never be a human being again, never!”
She again lifted her face, distorted and dirty from her tears. She shook her clenched55 fists and by fits and starts there broke from her a wild and disconnected wailing56 over the drudgery57, the loneliness, the hatred58, the savagery59 of life out here on the stormbeaten cliff’s.
“He is mad!” she cried. “Tord is mad! He can’t bear to see people. He hides his money under trees. If I had not stolen from him, we should have starved to death!”
At the mention of money Laura pricked60 up her ears and across Stellan’s rigid61 mask a glimpse of a melancholy62 grin appeared. There was thus at least something comprehensible in this misery63.
“What happened to the money?” he mumbled.
Stellan was told. Dagmar’s tears dried suddenly. She spluttered out fragments of the long, bitter monologues64 of years. Into her voice there entered the shrill65 accents of 378old quarrels. Peter had brought the money. And it was an enormous bundle of notes. But Tord did not put them into the bank. No, he pushed them all into a drawer, so mad was he. And he carried the key on a string round his neck. And he was mean with the money so that he need not go into town and talk business any more. He wanted to be free from that mob, he said. The money must last as long as he lived. And that was why they went half starved, and dressed in old rags. In the end Tord got it into his head that they did not need any food from the shops, but could live by shooting and fishing. It was no use begging or talking, for then he simply went away. Once he lay out in the skerries for a whole fortnight and then Dagmar had only some plaice to live on. But when Tord came home she saw no other way out than to make him drunk with his last bottle, and then she took the key and stole some of his money and sent the old gardener into town for winter supplies. For the old gardener was still alive then.
Tord said nothing when the old man came sailing back with his load of provisions. He was so hungry that he just threw himself over the food.
So things went on for a long time. Dagmar had learnt to open the drawer with a hairpin66, and she had to watch for an opportunity to send the old man out when Tord was drunk or asleep. It seemed almost as if he acquiesced67 in the arrangement so long as he need not give out the money himself. But one day Dagmar found the drawer empty. All the notes were gone. She became dreadfully frightened. She began to spy on Tord to discover where he had hidden his money. And he was on his guard to see if she were following him. And thus they stole about silently and spied on each other like two criminals. And at last she managed to discover where he kept his treasure. It was in a hole underneath68 a tree 379root behind Mattson’s barn. She took a whole bundle of notes and hid them for herself. Tord noticed that the pile had suddenly diminished and he came home white with fury and threatened to kill her. But she defied him and would not tell her hiding place. And Tord did not find it.
One fine day the old gardener died. His pipe just fell out of his mouth and he was dead. Tord wanted to dig a grave for the old man down there without further ado. “We can say that he was drowned, if anybody asks,” he said. Dagmar frightened him by saying that they would be arrested as murderers if they did not notify the death. At last she got him to put up the sails of his boat. Dagmar sat down in the deckhouse and cried. She felt as if she had lost both father and mother when they sailed into the cemetery69 with the old man.
And now she had only herself to fall back on if they were to keep body and soul together out there at J?rn?. Soon everything was eaten up again and Tord would not go to the shops. And when she herself was going to set out in the skiff he had hidden the oars70. She became so desperate that she sat down alone on the pier and howled like a wild animal. Then she remembered she had one more refuge and that was her red blanket. She had arranged once with the storekeeper that if they were in distress71 she was to hang out a big red rug in the window of the big house. And then he would take the motor boat and bring food to them. She had not much hope; she sat for an eternity72 out on the cliff only staring out over the water to see if the signal worked. On the third day a motor boat actually rounded the point and so their distress was staved off for that time. This had happened last autumn. The winter was cruel. They had no longer anybody to carry wood and water. Dagmar became ill from all the drudgery. For two months they were isolated73 380when the ice would neither break nor bear. At last the ice froze properly everywhere except over an under current.
But then the peasants smashed up the yacht which was lying in the steamer track through the ice, and then it was impossible to get across as they were too weak to drag out another boat. People had begun to damage everything of Tord’s that they could lay hands on, nets, piers74, boats; so hated was he now. And Tord no longer swore and raged. He only walked about like a dumb animal for days and weeks together. And about that time the lamp oil also ran out, so that they had to sit there in the darkness in the evenings after the logs in the fireplace had burnt out. So they sat there in the dark and dared not let each other go and still they couldn’t help nagging75. She was ill, and she wanted to die merely to annoy him. And he tried to keep quiet until she should go mad.
“Yes, this has been a terribly long winter,” said Dagmar, “a terribly long winter.”
After which she was quiet for a moment and sat there rocking her head and staring straight in front of her.
Laura had risen from the table and stood warming her back at the open fireplace:
“But why, in God’s name, woman, why have you not left him long ago?” she exclaimed.
Dagmar started. It seemed as if she had been cruelly torn out of the voluptuous76 intoxication77 of at last shouting out her misery.
“Why didn’t I leave him?” she mumbled; “it must be because I am mad, because he has infected me, because I have not spoken to a woman for years. But now there must be an end. Now I must get away. Fancy, I was quite young when I came here! Quite young and pretty! And look what he has made of me now!”
She tore her frock open and showed her thin neck and shrunken chest.
381“Yes, that’s how I am now. I must get away. I must come with you to town. He says he will shoot me if I run away—but that doesn’t matter. I can’t live another winter out here anyhow.”
During Dagmar’s outpourings Stellan had been sitting motionless sucking an unlighted cigar. Now he exchanged a quick glance with Laura. Unpleasantness and scandal threatened from all sides. They must be careful. He called in the men and ordered them to clear the table and take the things down to the boat. Then he turned to Dagmar:
“To take you with us now is absolutely out of the question,” he said coldly. “But if you can persuade Tord to go abroad, preferably out of Europe, I am prepared to give you some money.”
Dagmar had begun to pull out some clothes at random78 and put them in a knapsack. She looked up and shook her head:
“You don’t understand,” she muttered hurriedly. “He is impossible. It is impossible to talk to him. I must get away!”
Stellan rose:
“Good-bye,” he said. “Thank you. We must get away before it grows dark. Think over what I have said.”
Dagmar stamped on the floor:
“No,” she cried. “I must come with you! You can put me ashore wherever you like. I can very well sleep in the gutter79 tonight! But I must get away!”
Laura and Stellan walked quickly out. Dagmar came after them, without hat, in her red silk frock and with her bundle in her hand. The gale tore her untidy fair hair. Mumbling80, crying, stumbling, she ran after Laura and Stellan down the rock hillside.
“If you don’t take me with you, I will throw myself in the water!”
And so she did. When by Stellan’s orders the man 382pulled in the gangway and the boat began to back out she flung herself in, scorning death, with bundle and silk frock and all.
The men had to pick her up. Pale, shivering, dripping, but full of the determination of despair she clung to the mast on the foredeck. But Stellan steered into the pier again....
At that moment a grey figure appeared round the corner of the shed. It was Tord. For hours he had been sitting there in the smell of herrings, amongst torn nets and worm-eaten decoy ducks, and staring at an ant’s trail that began in a hole in a floor board and disappeared between some stones at the side of the lake. Now he walked half way out along the tottering81 dilapidated pier. He was dressed in a worn fur cap, grey Iceland sweater and torn Lapp boots. In his hand he held a rifle. His rough unshaven face was as grey as a lichen82, shrunken, and set in hopeless defiance83. For a moment he stood motionless, staring at Dagmar, who still tremblingly clung to the mast. The gust84 of wind ruffled85 the pools on deck and tore at her wet ragged86 skirt. The vibration of the motor set the water in the whole of the little harbour nervously87 trembling. It was as if the water, the boat and the woman were shivering from the same cold squall.
“I can jump into the water again,” she cried.
Stellan was going to jump ashore, but Tord fingered his rifle.
“Back,” he shouted. “Let go! You shall not land at my pier again. To hell with you all!”
Yes, that is what Tord cried out. For years he had watched over Dagmar like a red Indian, so that she should not run away. But now he suddenly stood there telling her to go to hell!
Laura had settled down comfortably on the bridge. She pulled Stellan’s arm:
383“Don’t say anything,” she whispered. “Let us see what he will do. This is interesting. I have not seen Tord for many years. He really is interesting.”
But Stellan took no notice of her. He was ashamed before his men and stepped up to Tord. He stood there straight and stiff in his yachting suit with the mien88 of an officer before a drunken recruit.
“This won’t do,” he said in a low tone. “Damn it, what a figure you cut! You are completely impossible. If you will take your wife and go away to South America I will find the money.”
Tord came face to face with his brother:
“South America? Because you have a badge on your cap? By your snobbish89 order? You just get aboard. Access to this island is forbidden by Tord Selamb!”
Tord planted the muzzle90 of his rifle in Stellan’s stomach and forced him, with his fingers on the trigger, to retire on board. After which he took his curved knife and cut the moorings.
“Back,” he commanded again, and the man at the wheel obeyed.
Dagmar still clung to the mast and stared shivering at the lonely grey man out on the pier:
“The key of the larder92 lies under my pillow,” she called. And there was suddenly a tremulous note of pity in her voice at the sight of his terrible loneliness.
Then she crept down in the machine room.
They were already in the open. The gale had increased and the motor boat rolled and pitched in the high seas in J?rn? bay. Laura got out some dry things for Dagmar. She looked up with a grimace93 at Stellan:
“Why the devil had you to go out to J?rn?? There was more fun at Brauner’s!”
384Stellan shrugged his shoulders.
Tord did not see the motor boat for a long while from the pier. It was hidden by a tongue of land. “I won’t go up the hill,” he thought. “What the deuce have I to do on the hill?” But soon after he was up there all the same. The boat was visible far out in the channel. It looked like a dark spot on the grey waters. Sometimes there was a flash of light as it dashed through a big sea. It got smaller and smaller. He had to fasten his gaze upon it intently if the water was not to appear absolutely deserted95. Then the boat disappeared far, far away beneath a grey headland.
Tord started. When his hand moved on to the rifle barrel the steel was so cold that it burnt. Somebody had drawn96 a deep, moaning sigh. It must have been himself.
He was alone now. It was ghastly how everything suddenly grew in the loneliness, how everything grew big and heavy and terrible, the trees, the clouds, the wind, the sea.
Quickly, as if pursued by an enemy, he dived into his house. The fire had gone out. The pine branch still beat against the window: knock! knock! knock! He went up to the wall and tried with his hand the draught from a chink between the logs, then he suddenly rushed out into the kitchen and swallowed some remains97 of food. It was the first food he had tasted that day. A drop of wine was left in a glass. He poured it into him. Then he spat98 it out again feeling nauseated99. And then he was in the bedroom by Dagmar’s bed. The pillow was still pressed down after her head. He raised his clenched fist for a blow but suddenly stopped and raised the rifle that he still trailed with him. The shot went straight into the pillow so that the feathers whirled about. Afterwards it 385became horribly quiet. Tord shivered. Why make a noise and shoot? There was nobody to hear him, nobody. Then the pine branch began to beat against the window again. Knock! knock! No, he could not stay here!
Tord went down to the little reed-grown bay. He half ran but stopped now and then like a child that stops crying for a moment to feel its pain. Down there the old yacht lay riding at anchor. For days and weeks its deckhouse had been his last refuge when everything else was disgusting and hateful. The punt lay beneath the alder100 trees. Tord got it afloat and rowed out through the scattered101, rustling102 reeds. On board the yacht the deck was covered with withered103 leaves. The water had risen up into the cockpit. Water is never so unpleasant as when, brown with rust23 from the ballast, it rises up in an old boat. Tord pumped. With difficulty he opened the swollen104 doors of the cabin. Down below it smelt105 of rotting oak, rotten ropes, mildew106 and damp. He pushed away a lot of rubbish and lay down on a cushion. Flap, flap! went the eternal waves as they splashed against the stem. Rat-tat! the foresail halyard beat against the mast as the wind swept in. And the alders107 and the hill swung to and fro through the little window, to and fro, to and fro!
The chill rose out of the cold, stinking108 cushion so that Tord could no longer lie on it. He climbed up on deck and began mechanically to hoist109 sail. The stiff grey hemp110 creaked in his hands. Out of the wet, mildewed111 folds of the sail crawled swarms112 of earwigs. The sheets were full of kinks and doublings. The boom suddenly knocked him down on the deck, but he rose groaning113, pulled in the shiny, green anchor chain and hauled up the anchor, which was a mass of mire114 and mud. Then he sprang to the helm.
As by magic the yacht found its way out through the narrow, difficult channel. Now it lay in J?rn? bay, under the lee of the familiar hill. Black, gusty115 squalls puffed117 386in all directions over the leaden grey water. At first the old hull118 did not seem to know what it wanted to do. The sails filled, shivered and went over. The main-sheet struck off Tord’s fur cap. He did not care. He sat huddled up by the helm looking at a feather that had fastened on his sleeve. He stared at the soft, white down that trembled at each puff116. The memories of past kisses, caresses119 and embraces softly, wonderfully softly, flattered his soul. There to starboard was the course to town, to the people, to Dagmar.... He fell away before an easterly gust; he was already out in the more steady wind of J?rn? bay.... But then the yacht suddenly went about with whipping sails and headed out towards the open sea visible through “The Iron Door.” Tord did not know why he had tacked120. It was as if the old boat had known better than he.
As soon as Tord had rounded the point, the gale cast itself upon him as if a window had blown in. The yacht luffed, slowed down with flapping sails and vibrated till you could feel it through the whole hull. Then it slowly fell away and gathered speed.
Tord seemed to waken up. Beneath his blown coarse tufts of hair his glance grew keen again. “By Jove, now we shall have some sailing!” Muttering sturdy oaths, he worked himself up for a quarrel, a wild quarrel with his beloved old sea. It was the last thing he had to fight with. Everything else had gone.
He was still under the Kall-skerries, and the worst had not yet begun.
There are gales121 and gales. This was no puffing122, impatient, spring squall, nor yet a black, summer squall, but a big heavy, autumn gale with all the grimness of the coming winter behind it. It came from the north, too. Sky, water and hills had all the hues123 of iron. The clouds hung with shades of darkish blue between the lighter124 clearings 387in the sky. The distant cliffs flashed suddenly with a ghostlike, dead, metallic125 sheen.
Now he would soon be out in the open sea. Now it was time to put about if ever he wanted to get back. But Tord did not. The sea was stronger than he.
East of J?rn? the sea is almost always deserted. There are no buoys126 or lighthouses, no sails and no smoke from steamers. No man stood with glasses to his eyes following the death struggle of the yacht out in the raging twilight127 of the sea.
Tord did not give in so easily. He sailed like an old sailor. He sat huddled up to windward and spat out the salt water and avoided the worst breakers. With a kind of pale and passionate128 devotion he saw the seas grow and grow. Every heavy, onrushing, crested129 wave out there in the desolate131 expanse was like a confirmation132 of something he had long, long known. Stiff with cold in his dripping rags, shivering to the very marrow133 with weariness, he felt a mysterious inward joy as both the boat and himself irresistibly134 succumbed135. Then the peak blew down and the boom trailed in the water. Then the waves began to crash in through the missing hatch in the bows. It became more and more difficult for the heavy half-disabled hull to lift itself out of the troughs. Then Tord was flung overboard just at the moment when the boat capsized and sank. He saw the faded red pennant136 at the masthead dive a few fathoms137 away from him. He still kept afloat, he was still swimming. But he did not swim towards the land, but further out, towards the sea. The last thing he saw was a high, wonderfully tall, mountain of water, iron-grey, ice-green, rising above his head, with a crest130 of coldest, palest foam138. In the middle of the wave he sucked the water into his lungs, lost consciousness and passed without pain.
Thus finished Tord Selamb’s last great wild quarrel. 388Defiance you might call it, a wild mad defiance unto death. A philosopher might perhaps mumble5 something about the negative in all egoism. Tord had driven the Selambian selfishness to the point at which it annihilates139 itself.
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