"Our Lord let it happen out of compa.s.sion. He saw that his burden was too heavy for him."
There was no time to explain further, for now Jan stood in the doorway, and behind him was the gang of youngsters, who wanted to see how this meeting, which they had so often heard him picture, would be in reality.
The Emperor of Portugallia did not go straight up to his daughter but stopped just inside the door and delivered his speech of welcome.
"Welcome, welcome, O queen of the Sun! O rich and beautiful Glory Goldie!"
The words were delivered with that stilted loftiness which dignitaries are wont to a.s.sume on great occasions. All the same, there were tears of joy in Jan"s eyes and he had hard work to keep his voice steady.
After the well-learned greeting had been recited the Emperor rapped three times on the floor with his imperial stick for silence and attention, whereupon he began to sing in a thin, squeaky voice.
Glory Goldie had drawn close to Katrina. It was as if she wished to hide herself, to crawl out of sight behind her mother. Up to this she had kept silence, but when Jan started to sing she cried out in terror and tried to stop him. Then Katrina gripped her tightly by the arm.
"Leave him alone!" she said. "He has been comforted by the hope of singing this song to you ever since you first became lost to us."
Then Glory Goldie held her peace and let Jan continue:
"The Empress"s father, for his part, Feels so happy in his heart.
Austria, Portugal, Metz, j.a.pan, Read the newspapers, if you can.
Boom, boom, boom, and roll.
Boom, boom."
But Glory Goldie could stand no more. Rushing forward she quickly hustled the youngsters out of the house, and banged the door on them. Then turning round upon her father she stamped her foot at him. Now she was angry in earnest.
"For heaven"s sake, shut up!" she cried. "Do you want to make a laughing-stock of me by calling me an empress?"
Jan looked a little hurt, but he was over it in a twinkling. She was the Great Empress, to be sure. All that she did was right; all that she said was to him as honey and balsam. In the supreme happiness of the moment he had quite forgotten to look for the crown of gold and the field marshals in golden armour. If she wished to appear poor and humble when she came, that was her own affair. It was joy enough for him that she had come back.
THE FLIGHT
One morning, just a week from the day of Glory Goldie"s homecoming, she and her mother stood at the Borg pier, ready to depart for good and all. Old Katrina was wearing a bonnet for the first time in her life, and a fine cloth coat. She was going to Malmo with her daughter to become a fine city dame. Never more would she have to toil for her bread. She was to sit on a sofa the whole day, with her hands folded, and be free from worry and care for the remainder of her life.
But despite all the promised ease and comfort, Katrina had never felt so wretchedly unhappy as then, when standing there on the pier. Glory Goldie, seeing that her mother looked troubled, asked her if she was afraid of the water, and tried to a.s.sure her there was no danger, although it was so windy that one could hardly keep one"s footing on the pier. Glory Goldie was accustomed to seafaring and knew what she was talking about.
"These are no waves," she said to her mother. "I see of course that there are a few little whitecaps on the water, but I wouldn"t be afraid to row across the lake in our old punt."
Glory Goldie, who did not seem to mind the gale, remained on the pier. But Katrina, to keep from being blown to pieces, went into the freight shed and crept into a dark corner behind a couple of packing cases. There she intended to remain until the boat arrived, as she had no desire to meet any of the parish folk before leaving.
At the same time she knew in her heart that what she was doing was not right, since she was ashamed to be seen by people. She had one consolation at least; she was not going away with Glory Goldie because of any desire for ease and comfort, but only because her hands were failing her. What else could she do when her fingers were becoming so useless that she could not spin any more?
Then who should come into the shed but s.e.xton Blackie!
Katrina prayed G.o.d he would not see her and come up and ask her where she was going. For how would she ever be able to tell him she was leaving husband and home and everything!
She had tried to bring about some arrangement whereby Jan and she could stay on at the croft. If the daughter had only been willing to send them a little money--say about ten rix-dollars a month-- they could have managed fairly well. But Glory would not hear of this; she had declared that not a penny would she give them unless Katrina went along with her.
Katrina knew of course it was not from meanness that Glory Goldie had said no to this. The girl had been to the trouble of fitting up a home for her parents and had looked forward to a time when she could prove to them how much she thought of them, and how hard she had worked for them, and now she wanted to have with her one parent, at least, to compensate her for all her bother. Jan had been uppermost in her thought when she was preparing the home, for she had been especially fond of her father in the old days. Now, however, she felt it would be impossible to have him with her.
Herein lay the whole difficulty: Glory Goldie had taken a violent dislike to her father. She could not abide him now. Never had he been allowed to talk with her of Portugallia or of her riches and power; why, she could hardly bear the sight of him decked out in his royal trumpery. All the same Jan was as pleased with her as ever he had been, and always wanted to be near her, though she only ran away from him. Katrina was sure that it was to escape seeing her crazy father that the girl had not remained at home longer than a week.
Presently Glory Goldie, too, came into the freight shed. She was not afraid of s.e.xton Blackie. Not she! She went right up to him and began to chat. She told him in the very first breath that she was returning to her own home and was taking her mother back with her.
Then s.e.xton Blackie naturally wanted to know how the father felt about this, and Glory Goldie informed him as calmly as though she were speaking of a stranger that she had arranged for her father to board with Lisa, the daughter-in-law of Ol" Bengtsa. Lisa had built her a fine new house after the old man"s death, and she had a spare room that Jan could occupy.
s.e.xton Blackie had a countenance that revealed no more of his thought than he wanted to reveal. And now, as he listened to Glory Goldie, his face was quite impa.s.sive. Just the same Katrina knew what he, who was like a father to the whole parish, was thinking.
"Why should an old man who has a wife and daughter living be obliged to live with strangers? Lisa is a good woman, but she can never have the patience with Jan that his own folks had."
That was what he thought. And he was right about it, too!
Katrina suddenly looked down at her hands. After all, perhaps she was deceiving herself in laying the blame on them. The real reason for her desertion of Jan was this: the daughter had the stronger will and she seemed unable to oppose her.
All this time Glory Goldie stood talking to the s.e.xton. Now she was telling him of their being compelled to steal away from home so that Jan should not know of their leaving.
This had been the most dreadful part of it to Katrina. Glory Goldie had sent Jan on an errand to the store away up in Bro parish and as soon as he was gone they had packed up their belongings and left.
Katrina had felt like a criminal in sneaking away from the house in that way, but Glory Goldie had insisted it was the only thing to do. For had Jan known of where they were going he would have cast himself in front of the wagon, to be trampled and run over. And now, on his return, Lisa would be at the house to receive him and of course she would try her best to console him; but still it hurt to think of how hard he would take it when he learned that his daughter had left him.
s.e.xton Blackie had listened quietly to Glory Goldie, without putting in a word. Katrina had begun to wonder whether he was pleased with what he had learned, when he suddenly took the girl"s hand in his and said with great gravity:
"Inasmuch as I am your old teacher, Glory Goldie, I shall speak plainly to you. You want to run away from a duty, but that does not say that you will succeed. I have seen others try to do the same thing, but it has invariably resulted in their undoing."
When Katrina heard this she rose and drew a breath of relief. Those were the very words she herself had been wanting to say to her daughter.
Glory Goldie answered in all meekness that she did not know what else she could have done. She certainly could not take an insane man along to a strange city, nor could she remain in Svartsjo, and Jan had himself to thank for that. When she went past a house the youngsters came running out shouting "Empress, Empress" at her, and last Sunday at church the people in their eager curiosity to see her had crowded round her and all but knocked her down.
"I understand that such things are very trying," said the s.e.xton.
"But between you and your father there has been an uncommonly close bond of sympathy, and you musn"t think it can be so easily severed."
Then the s.e.xton and Glory Goldie went outside. Katrina followed immediately. She had altered her mind now and wanted to talk to the s.e.xton, but stopped a moment to glance up toward the hill. She had the feeling that Jan would soon be there.
"Are you afraid father will come?" asked Glory Goldie, leaving the s.e.xton and going over to her mother.
"Afraid!" cried Katrina. "I only hope to G.o.d he gets here before I"m gone!" Then, summoning all her courage, she went on: "I feel that I have done something wicked for which I shall suffer as long as I live."
"You think that only because you"ve had to live in gloom and misery so many years," said Glory Goldie. "You"ll feel differently once we"re away from here. Anyhow, it isn"t likely that father will come when he doesn"t even know we"ve left the house."
"Don"t be too sure of that!" returned Katrina. "Jan has a way of knowing all that is necessary for him to know. It has been like that with him since the day you left us, and this power of sensing things has increased with the years. When the poor man lost his reason Our Lord gave him a new light to be guided by."
Then Katrina gave Glory Goldie a brief account of the fate of Lars Gunnarson and of other happenings of more recent date, to prove to her that Jan was clairvoyant, as folks call it. Glory Goldie listened with marked attention. Before Katrina had tried to tell her of Jan"s kindness toward many poor old people, but to that she had not cared to listen. This, on the contrary, seemed to impress the girl so much that Katrina began to hope the daughter"s opinion of Jan would change and that she, too, would turn back.
But Katrina was not allowed to cling to this hope long! In a moment Glory Goldie cried out in a jubilant voice:
"Here"s the boat, mother! So after all it has turned out well for us, and now we"ll soon be off."
When Katrina saw the boat at the pier her old eyes filled up. She had intended to ask s.e.xton Blackie to say a good word for Jan and herself to Glory Goldie, but now there was no time. She saw no way of escaping the journey.
The boat was evidently late, for she seemed to be in a great hurry to get away again. There was not even time to put out the gangplank. A couple of hapless pa.s.sengers who had to come ash.o.r.e here were almost thrown onto the pier by the sailors. Glory Goldie seized her mother by the arm and dragged her over to the boat, where a man lifted her on board. The old woman wept and wanted to turn back, but no pity was shown her.
The instant Katrina was on deck Glory Goldie put her arm around her, to steady her.