第 42 节
作者:浮游云中      更新:2021-02-20 16:28      字数:9322
  dream so much。〃
  Then one of the maids ran out to call Lage Ulfson; who had gone to
  the stables to harness the horses; and he came and greeted the unknown
  man; and thanked him for last meeting; as is the wont of Norse peasants;
  although   they  had   never   seen   each other   until   that   morning。       But   when
  the   stranger   had   eaten   two   meals   in   Lage's   house;   Lage   asked   him   his
  name   and   his   father's   occupation;   for   old   Norwegian   hospitality   forbids
  the host to learn the guest's name before he has slept and eaten under his
  roof。    It was that same afternoon;  when they sat together smoking  their
  pipes under the huge old pine in the yard;it was then Lage inquired about
  the young man's name and family; and the young man said that his name
  was     Trond     Vigfusson;     that   he   had   graduated      at  the   University     of
  Christiania; and that his father had been a lieutenant in the army; but both
  he   and Trond's   mother   had died;  when Trond  was only  a   few   years   old。
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  Lage then told his guest Vigfusson something about his family; but of the
  legend of Asathor and Saint Olaf he spoke not a word。                   And while they
  were sitting there talking together; Aasa came and sat down at Vigfusson's
  feet; her long golden hair flowed in a waving stream down over her back
  and   shoulders;   there   was   a   fresh;   healthful   glow   on   her   cheeks;   and   her
  blue;    fathomless      eyes    had    a   strangely    joyous;     almost    triumphant
  expression。      The   father's gaze dwelt   fondly  upon   her;  and the   collegian
  was   but   conscious   of   one   thought:   that   she   was   wondrously   beautiful。
  And     still  so  great   was   his   natural   timidity   and    awkwardness       in  the
  presence of women; that it was only with the greatest difficulty he could
  master     his  first  impulse    to  find   some    excuse    for   leaving   her。   She;
  however; was aware of no such restraint。
  〃You said you came to gather song;〃 she said; 〃where do you find it?
  for I too should like to find some new melody for my old thoughts; I have
  searched so long。〃
  〃I find my songs on the lips of the people;〃 answered he; 〃and I write
  them down as the maidens or the old men sing them。〃
  She did not seem quite to comprehend that。                 〃Do you hear   maidens
  sing   them?〃   asked   she;  astonished。      〃Do   you   mean   the troll…virgins   and
  the elf…maidens?〃
  〃By    troll…virgins    and   elf…maidens;     or  what    the  legends     call  so;  I
  understand the hidden and still audible voices of nature; of the dark pine
  forests; the legend…haunted glades; and the silent tarns; and this was what I
  referred to when I answered your question if I had ever heard the forest
  sing。〃
  〃Oh; oh!〃 cried she; delighted; and clapped her hands like a child; but
  in another moment she as suddenly grew serious again; and sat steadfastly
  gazing   into his   eye;  as   if   she  were trying to   look   into his   very  soul   and
  there to find something kindred to her own lonely heart。                   A minute ago
  her presence   had embarrassed   him; now;  strange   to say;   he   met   her   eye;
  and smiled happily as he met it。
  〃Do   you   mean   to   say   that   you   make   your   living   by   writing   songs?〃
  asked Lage。
  〃The trouble is;〃 answered Vigfusson; 〃that I make no living at all; but
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  I have invested a large capital; which is to yield its interest in the future。
  There     is  a  treasure   of  song    hidden    in  every   nook    and   corner   of   our
  mountains and forests; and in our nation's heart。               I am one of the miners
  who have  come to   dig it out before time   and   oblivion shall have  buried
  every   trace   of   it;   and   there   shall   not   be   even   the   will…o'…the…   wisp   of   a
  legend to hover over the spot; and keep alive the sad fact of our loss and
  our blamable negligence。〃
  Here the young man paused; his eyes gleamed; his pale cheeks flushed;
  and   there   was   a   warmth   and   an   enthusiasm  in   his   words   which   alarmed
  Lage; while on Aasa it worked like the most potent charm of the ancient
  mystic   runes;   she   hardly   comprehended   more   than   half   of   the   speaker's
  meaning;   but   his   fire   and   eloquence   were   on   this   account   none   the   less
  powerful。
  〃If that is your object;〃 remarked Lage; 〃I think you have hit upon the
  right place in coming here。          You will be able to pick up many an odd bit
  of a story from the servants and others hereabouts; and you are welcome to
  stay here with us as long as you choose。〃
  Lage could not but attribute to Vigfusson the merit of having kept Aasa
  at home a whole day; and that in the month of midsummer。                    And while he
  sat there listening to their conversation; while he contemplated the delight
  that beamed from his daughter's countenance and; as he thought; the really
  intelligent expression of her eyes; could he conceal from himself the pa…
  ternal hopes that swelled his heart?           She was all that was left him; the life
  or   the   death   of   his   mighty   race。 And   here   was   one   who   was   likely   to
  understand her; and to whom she seemed willing to yield all the affection
  of her warm but wayward heart。              Thus ran Lage Ulfson's reflections; and
  at night he had a little consultation with Elsie; his wife; who; it is needless
  to add; was no less sanguine than he。
  〃And     then    Aasa    will   make    an   excellent    housewife;      you   know;〃
  observed Elsie。       〃I will speak to the girl about it to…morrow。〃
  〃No; for Heaven's sake; Elsie!〃 exclaimed Lage; 〃don't you know your
  daughter   better   than   that?     Promise   me;   Elsie;   that   you   will   not   say   a
  single word; it would be a cruel thing; Elsie; to mention anything to her。
  She is not like other girls; you know。〃
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  〃Very well; Lage; I shall not say a single word。                 Alas; you are right;
  she is not like other girls。〃         And Elsie again sighed at her husband's sad
  ignorance of a woman's nature; and at the still sadder fact of her daughter's
  inferiority to the accepted standard of womanhood。
  IV。
  Trond Vigfusson must have made a rich harvest of legends at Kvaerk;
  at least judging by the time he stayed there; for days and weeks passed;
  and he had yet said nothing of going。             Not that anybody wished him to go;
  no; on the contrary; the longer he stayed the more indispensable he seemed
  to   all;  and   Lage    Ulfson    could    hardly    think   without    a  shudder     of  the
  possibility   of   his   ever   having   to   leave   them。   For Aasa;   his   only   child;
  was   like   another   being   in   the   presence   of   this   stranger;   all   that   weird;
  forest…like   intensity;   that   wild;   half   supernatural   tinge   in   her     character
  which   in   a  measure  excluded   her  from  the  blissful   feeling   of   fellowship
  with   other   men;   and   made   her   the   strange;   lonely   creature   she   was;all
  this seemed to vanish as dew in the morning sun when Vigfusson's eyes
  rested upon her; and with every day that passed; her human and womanly
  nature     gained    a  stronger    hold    upon    her。   She    followed     him    like  his
  shadow   on   all   his   wanderings;   and   when   they   sat   down   together   by   the
  wayside; she would sing; in a clear;   soft voice; an   ancient lay or   ballad;
  and    he   would     catch   her   words    on   his  paper;   and    smile   at  the   happy
  prospect of perpetuating what otherwise would have been lost。 Aasa's love;
  whether   conscious   or   not;   was   to   him   an   everlasting   source   of   strength;
  was a revelation of himself to himself; and a clearing and widening power
  which brought ever more and more of the universe within the scope of his
  vision。     So they lived on from day to day and from week to week; and; as
  old    Lage    remarked;      never    had    Kvaerk     been    the   scene    of  so   much
  happiness。       Not a single time during Vigfusson's stay had Aasa fled to the
  forest; not a meal had she missed; and at the hours for family devotion she
  had   taken   her   seat   at   the   big   ta