Classic Audiobook Collection - Hans of Iceland by Victor Hugo ~ Full Audiobook [tragedy]

Starting point is 00:00:00 chapter i of hands of iceland by victor hugo chapter i did you see it did you see it did you see it oh did you see it who saw it who did see it for mercy's sake who saw it stern tristram shandy that's what comes of falling in love neighbor kneels poor goose durson would not be stretched out yonder on that great black slab like a starfish forgotten by the tide if she had kept her mind on mending her father's boat and patching his nets sent usuf the fisher console our old friend in his affliction and her lover added a shrill tremulous voice jill's dad that fine young man beside her would not be there now if instead of making love to goof and seeking his luck in those accursed rorous minds he had stayed at home and rocked his little brother's cradle under the smoky crossbeams of his mother's hut. Neighbor Niels, whom the first speaker addressed, interrupted.

Starting point is 00:01:08 Your memory is growing old along with yourself, Mother Olly. Jill never had a brother, and that makes poor widow's dad's grief all the harder to bear, for her home is now left utterly desolate. If she looks up to heaven for consolation, she sees naught but her old roof, where still hangs the cradle of her son. grown to be a tall young man and dead poor mother replied old Olly it was the young man's own fault why should he go too raw as to be a miner I do believe said Niels that those infernal mines robbers of a man for every Escaline's worth of copper which we get out of them what do you think father Brawl minors are fools replied the fisherman if he would live the fish should not leave the water. Man should not enter the bowels of the earth.

Starting point is 00:02:04 But, asked a young man in the crowd, how if Jill's dad had to work in the mines to win his sweetheart? A man should never risk his life, interrupted Olli, for affections which are far from being worth a life or filling it. A pretty wedding bet Jill earned for his goof. So then that young woman, inquired a curious bystander, drowned herself in despair at the death of this young man?

Starting point is 00:02:34 Who says so? Loudly exclaimed the soldier, pushing his way through the crowd. That young girl, whom I knew well, was indeed engaged to marry a young miner who was lately crushed by falling rocks in the underground tunnels of Storwards Groube, near Roras. But she was also the sweetheart of one of my mates,

Starting point is 00:02:55 and as she was going to Munkorn's secretive, day before yesterday, to celebrate with her lover the death of her betrothed, her boat capsized on a reef, and she was drowned. A confused sound of voices arose. Impossible, master soldier, cried the old women. The young ones were silent. And neighbor Niels maliciously reminded Fisher Brawl of his serious statement. That's what comes of falling in love.

Starting point is 00:03:24 The soldier was about to lose his temper with his opponents, he had already called them old witches from the cave of quirogoth and they were not disposed to bear so grave an insult patiently when a sharp and imperious voice crying silence silence you old fools put an end to the dispute all was still as when the sudden crow of a cock is heard amid the cackling of the hands before relating the rest of the scene it may be well to describe the spot where it occurred it was as the reader has doubtless guessed one of those gloomy structures which public pity and social forethought devote to unknown corpses the last asylum of the dead whose lives were usually sad ones where the careless spectator the surly or kindly observer gather and friends often meet tearful relatives whom long and unendurable anxiety has robbed of all but one sad hope at the period now remote and in the uncivilized region to which i have carried my reader there had as yet been no attempt as in our cities of gold and mud to make these resting-places into ingeniously forbidding or elegantly funereal edifices daylight did not fall through tomb-shaped openings into artistically sculptured vaults upon beds which seem as if the guardian of the place were anxious to leave the dead some of the conveniences of life and the pillows seems arranged for sleep. If the keeper's door were left ajar, the eye, wearied with gazing upon

Starting point is 00:04:59 hideous naked corpses, had not as now the pleasure of resting upon elegant furniture and happy children. Death was there in all its deformity, in all its horror, and there was no attempt to deck its fleshless skeleton with ribbons and goobos. The room in which our actor stood was spacious and dark, which made it seem still larger. It was lighted only by a broad broad low door, opening upon the port of Trondheim, and a rough hole in the ceiling, through which a dull white light fell, mingled with rain, hail or snow, according to the weather, upon the corpses lying directly under it. The room was divided by an iron railing, breast-high, running across it from side to side.

Starting point is 00:05:43 The public entered the outer portion through the low door. In the inner part were six long black granite slabs, arranged a breast and parallel to each other. a small side door served to admit the keeper and his assistant to either section their rooms occupying the rear of the building close to the water the miner and his betrothed occupied two granite beds decomposition had already begun its work upon the young woman's body showing itself in large blue and purple spots running along her limbs on the line of the blood vessels jill's features were stern and set but his body was so horribly mutilated that it was impossible to judge whether his beauty were really so great as old Olly declared. It was before these disfigured remains, in the midst of the mute crowd, that the conversation which we have faithfully interpreted began. A tall, withered old man, sitting with folded arms and bent head upon a broken stool in the darkest corner of the room, had apparently paid no heat until the moment when he rose suddenly, exclaiming,

Starting point is 00:06:45 Silence! Silence, you old fools! And seized the soldier by the arm. All were hushed the soldier turned and broke into a burst of laughter at the sight of his strange interrupter whose pale face thin greasy locks long fingers and complete costume of reindeer leather amply justified this mirthful reception but a clamor arose from the crowd of women for a moment confounded it is the keeper of the splages that infernal doorkeeper to the dead that diabolical spiagudry that a cursed sorcerer silence you old fool silence if this be the witch's sabbath hasten away and find your broomsticks if you don't they'll fly off without you let this worthy descendant of the god thor alone then spiagudry striving to assume a gracious expression addressed the soldier you say my good fellow that this wretched woman old rascal muttered ollie yes we are all wretched women to him because our bodies if they fall into his claws only bring him thirty escaline's reward while he gets forty for the paltry carcass of a man silence old women repeated spiagudry in truth these daughters of the devil are like their kettles when they wax warm they must need sing tell me my valiant king of the sword your comrade this goose's lover will doubtless kill himself in despair at her loss won't he here burst forth the long repressive storm do you hear the miscreant the old pagan cried twenty shrill discordant voices

Starting point is 00:08:39 he would fancy one less man living for the sake of the forty askillings that a dead body brings him and what if i would replied the keeper of the spladjust doesn't our gracious king and master, Christian V, may sent auspicious bless him, declare himself the natural guardian of all miners, so that when they die, he may enrich his royal treasury with their paltry leavings. You honour the king, answered Fisher Brawl, by comparing the royal treasury

Starting point is 00:09:12 to the strong box of your charnel house, and him to yourself, neighbour Spiergudry. "'Nabre indeed,' said the keeper, shocked by, such familiarity. Your neighbor! Say rather, your host, since it may easily chance someday, my dear boat-dweller, that I shall have to lend you one of my six stone-beds for a week. Besides, he added with a laugh,

Starting point is 00:09:40 if I spoke of that soldier's death, it was merely from a desire to see the perpetuation of the custom of suicide for the sake of those great and tragic passions, which ladies are wont to inspire. Well, you tall corpse and keeper of corpses, said the soldier. What are you after, with your amiable grimace, which looks so much like the last smile of a man who has been hanged? Capital, my valiant fellow, replied Spiagudry.

Starting point is 00:10:09 I always felt that there was more wit beneath the helmet of Constable Thurne, who conquered the devil with his sword and his tongue, than under the mitre of Bishop Islife, who wrote the history of Iceland, or the square cap of Professor Schoenning, who described our cathedral. In that case, if you will take my advice, my old bag of leather, you will give up the revenues of the charnel-house, and go and sell yourself to the Viceroy's Museum of Curiositys at Berden. I swear to you, by Belfagor, that they pay their weight in gold there for rare beasts.

Starting point is 00:10:45 But say, what do you want with me? When the bodies brought here are found in the water, we have to give half the reward to the fisherman. I was going to ask you, therefore, illustrious air to Constable Thurn, if he would persuade your unfortunate comrade, not to drown himself, but to choose some other mode of death.

Starting point is 00:11:08 It can't matter much to him, and he would not wish to wrong the unhappy Christian who must entertain his corpse, if the loss of Gooth should really drive him to that act of despair. You are quite mistaken, my charitable and hospitable friend. My comrade will not have the pleasure of occupying an apartment in your tempting tavern with its six beds. Don't you suppose he has already consoled himself with another valkyria for the death of that girl? He had long been tired of your Goose by my beard.

Starting point is 00:11:42 At these words, the storm which Spiagodry had full. moment drawn upon his own head, again burst more furiously than ever upon the luckless soldier. What! Miserable scamp! shrieked the old women. Is that the way you forget us? And yet we love such good for nothings. The young girls still kept silence. Some of them even thought, greatly against their will, of course, that this graceless fellow was very good-looking. ho said the soldier has the witch's sabbath come round again bielsa bob's punishment is frightful indeed if he be condemned to hear such chorus as once a week no one can say how this fresh squall would have ended if general attention had not at this moment been utterly absorbed by a noise from without the uproar increased steadily and presently a swarm of little ragged boys entered the splatchest tumultuously shouting and crowded about a covered beer carried by two men.

Starting point is 00:12:48 Where does that come from? The keeper asked the bearers. From Urchthal Sands. Ogli Piegletlop! shouted Spiagudry. One of the side doors opened, a little man of lapish race, dressed in leather, entered, and signed to the bearers to follow him. Spiagudri accompanied them, and the door closed, before the curious crowd had time to guess, by the length of the body on the beer,

Starting point is 00:13:13 whether it were a man or woman. This subject still occupied all their thoughts when Spiagodry and his assistant reappeared in the second compartment, carrying the corpse of a man which they placed upon one of the granite couches. It's a long time since I've handled such handsome clothes, said Oglipiglap. Then, shaking his head and standing on tiptoe, he hung above the dead man the elegant uniform of a captain in the army. The corpse his head was disfigured, and his limbs were covered with blood. The keeper sprinkled the body several times from an old broken pail. By St. Bielzebub, cried the soldier.

Starting point is 00:13:52 It is an officer of my regiment. Let me see. Can it be Captain Bollar, from Grieve at his uncle's death? Buh, he is the heir. Baron Ranmar? He lost his estate at Cards yesterday, but he will win it back tomorrow with his adversary's castle. Can it be Captain Lorry, whose dog was drowned? or paymaster stunk whose wife was unfaithful to him.

Starting point is 00:14:17 But really, I don't see why he should blow out his brains for that. The crowd steadily increased. Just at this instant a young man who was crossing the wolf, seeing the mob of people, dismounted from his horse, handed the bridle to the servant behind him, and entered the splengest. He wore a simple travelling dress, was armed with a sword and wrapped in a large green cloak.

Starting point is 00:14:41 A black plume fastened to his head. by a diamond buckle fell over his noble face and waved to and fro upon his lofty brow shaded by chestnut hair his boots and spurs soiled with mud showed that he had come a long distance as he entered a short thick-set man also wrapped in a cloak and hiding his hands in huge gloves replied to the soldier and who told you that he killed himself that man no more committed suicide i'll be bound then the roof of your cathedral set itself on fire as the double-edged sword makes two wounds this phrase gave birth to two answers our cathedral said neels it is covered with copper now it was that miserable hans who set it on fire to make work for the miners one of whom was his favorite jill's dead whom you see lying yonder what the devil cried the soldier in his turn do you dare tell me the second musketeer in the mung-combe garrison that that man did not blow out his brains he was murdered coldly replied replied the little fellow. Just listen to the oracle.

Starting point is 00:15:58 Go along with you. Your little grey eyes can see no better than your hands do under the big gloves with which you cover them in the middle of the summer. The little man's eyes fleshed. Soldier, pray to your patron saint that these hands may never leave their mark upon your face. Oh, enough of this, cried the soldier in a rage.

Starting point is 00:16:23 Then, pausing suddenly, he said, No, there must be no word of a duel before dead man. The little man growled a few words in a foreign tongue and vanished. A voice cried out. He was found on Urchdal Sands. On Urchthal Sands, said the soldier. Captain Dispoulson was to land there this morning from Copenhagen. Captain Dispoulson has not yet reached Mooncombe, said another voice.

Starting point is 00:16:52 They say that hands of ice-of-ice. Iceland haunts those sands just now, added a fourth. Then it is possible that this may be the captain, said the soldier, if Hans was the murderer, for we all know that the Icelander murders in so devilish a fashion that his victims often seem to be suicides. What sort of man is this, Hans? asked someone. He is a giant, said one. He is a dwarf, said another.

Starting point is 00:17:20 Has nobody seen him, then? put in a voice. Those who see him for the first time, see him for the last time also. Hush! said old Olly. They say there are but three persons who ever exchanged human speech with him, that reprobate of a spiagodry, widow's stud, and— But he had a sad life and a sad death, that poor Jill who lies yonder. Hush!

Starting point is 00:17:48 Hush! was repeated on all sides. Now, suddenly exclaimed the soldier, I am sure that this is indeed Captain Dispoulson. I recognize the steel chain which our prisoner, old Schumacher, gave him when he went away. The young man with the black plume broke the silence abruptly. Are you sure it is Captain Dispoulson? Sure, by the merits of St. Bielzebub, said the soldier.

Starting point is 00:18:15 The young man left the room hurriedly. Get me a boat for Muncombe, he said to his servant. But the general, sir. Take the horses to him. I will follow tomorrow. Am I my own master or not? Come, night is falling, and I am in haste. A boat.

Starting point is 00:18:32 The servant obeyed, and for some time stood watching his young master, as he moved away from the shore. End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This livery vox recording is in the public domain. recording by Sonia Chapter 2

Starting point is 00:18:57 I will sit by you while you tell me some pleasant tale to pass away the time Maturin, Bertram The reader is already aware that we are at Trondheim One of the four chief cities in Norway, although not the residence of the Viceroy. At the date of this story, 1699, the Kingdom of Norway was still united to Denmark

Starting point is 00:19:20 and governed by a Viceroy whose seat was in Bergen. a larger handsomer and more southerly town than trontime in spite of the disagreeable nickname attached to it by the famous admiral trump tronthame offers a pleasant prospect as to approach it by the fjord to which the city gives its name the harbour is quite large although it cannot be entered easily in all weathers at this time it resembled nothing so much as a long canal lined on the right by danish and norwegian ships and on the left by foreign vessels as prescribed by law in the background lay the town situated on a well cultivated plain and crowned by the lofty spires of the cathedral this church one of the finest pieces of gothic architecture as we may judge from professor shunning's book so learnedly quoted by which describes it as it was before repeated fires had laid it waste bore upon its highest pinnacle the episcopal cross the distinctive sign that it was the cathedral of the lutheran bishop of trontime beyond the town in the blue distance were the slender white peaks of the kielan mountains like the sharp-pointed ornaments on an antique crown in the middle of the harbour within cannon-shot of the shore upon a mass of rocks lashed by the waves rose the lonely fortress of munkholm a gloomy prison which then held a prisoner celebrated for the splendor of his long prosperity and for his sudden disgrace. Schumacher, born in an obscure station, was loaded with favours by his master,

Starting point is 00:20:53 then hurled from the chair of the Lord High Chancellor of Denmark and Norway to the traitor's bench, dragged to the scaffold, and thence by royal clemency, cast into a lonely dungeon at the extreme end of the two kingdoms. His creatures had overthrown him, but gave him no right to invade against their ingratitude. How could he complain if the steps gave way beneath him, which he had built so high for his own aggrandizement only? The fauna of the Danish nobility, from the depth of his exile, saw the grantees whom he had created share his own dignities between them. Count Dahlifeld, his mortal enemy, succeeded him as chancellor.

Starting point is 00:21:32 General Aronstov, as Earl Marshall, distributed military titles, and Bishop's Bollison took the position of Inspector of Universities. The only one of his foes who did not owe his rise to him was Count Ulrich Frederick Gouldenlev, natural son of King Frederick III, and now Viceroy of Norway. He was the most generous of all. Toward the sombre rock of Munkholm, the boat of the youth with the black plume now slowly moved. Sun sank rapidly behind the lonely fortress, whose walls cut off its last beams, already so horizontal that the peasant on the distant eastern hills of Larson might see beside him on the heather the faint shadow of the sentinel, keeping his watch on Moncombe's highest tower.

Starting point is 00:22:20 End of Chapter 2 Chapter 3 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia Chapter 3 Ah, my heart could receive no more painful wound. A young man destitute of morals.

Starting point is 00:22:47 He dared gaze at her. His glance soiled her purity. Claudia, the mere thought drives me mad. Lessing. Andrew, go and order them to ring the curfew bell in half an hour. Let's source here relief Duckness at the port cul-culeous, and Melvideus keep watch on the platform of the Great Tower. Let a careful lookout be kept in the direction of the Lion of Schleswig dungeon.

Starting point is 00:23:12 Do not forget to fire the cannon at seven o'clock as a signal to lift the harbour chain. But no, we must wait a little for Captain Dispalson. Better light the signals instead and see if the Waldahawk beacon is lighted, as I ordered today. Be sure to keep refreshments ready for the captain. And I forgot. Give Torrick Belfast the second musketeer of the regiment two days a rest. He has been absent all day. So said the sergeant at arms beneath the black and smoky roof of the Moncombe guardhouse,

Starting point is 00:23:41 in the low tower over the outer castle gate. The soldiers at restressed left their carts or bed to carry out his orders. Then silence was restored. At this moment the measured beat of oars was heard outside. That must be Captain Dispolson at last, said the sergeant, opening the tiny grated window which looked out upon the gulf. A boat was just landing at the foot of the iron gate. who goes there cried the sergeant in hoarse tones open was the answer peace and safety there is no admittance here have you a passport yes i must make sure of that if you lie by the merits of my patron saint you shall taste the waters of the gulf

Starting point is 00:24:24 then closing the lattice and turning away he added it is not the captain yet a light shone behind the iron gate the rusty bolts creaked the grating rose the gate opened and a light shone behind the iron gate opened and the the sergeant examined the parchment handed him by the newcomer. "'Pass in,' said he. "'But stay,' he added hastily. "'Leave your headbuckle outside. No one is allowed to enter the prisons of the state wearing jewels. The order declares that, "'The king and the members of the royal family,

Starting point is 00:24:53 the viceroy and members of the vice-regel family, the bishop and the officers of the garrison, are alone accepted. You come under none of these heads, do you?' The young man, without reply, removed the forbidden ornament, and flung it to the fisherman who brought him thither in payment of his services. The latter, fearing lest he might repent his generosity, made haste to put a broad expanse of sea between the benefactor and his benefit. While the sergeant, gumbling at the chancellor's imprudence in being so prodigal with his passes,

Starting point is 00:25:25 replaced the clumsy bars, and while the lingering sound of his heavy boots still echoed on the stairs leading to the guard-house, The young man, throwing his mantle over his shoulder, hurriedly crossed the dark vault of the low tower, the long parade ground and the ordnance room where lay a few old dismantled calvaryans, still to be seen in the Copenhagen Museum, all nearer approach to which was forbidden by the warning cry of the sentinel. He reached the great port-cullis, which was raised on sight of his parchment. Thence, followed by a soldier, he crossed diagonally, without hesitation, and, like one familiar with the place, one of the four square courts which skirt the great circular yard, in whose midst rose the huge round rock upon which stood the dungeon,

Starting point is 00:26:07 called the castle of the lion of Schleswig. From the forced sojourned there of Yotham the lion, Duke of Schleswig, held captive by his brother, Rolf the dwarf. It is not our purpose to give a description of Moncombe keep, the more so that the reader, confined in a state prison, might fear that he could not escape through the garden. He would be mistaken, for the castle of the lion of Schleswig, meant for prisoners of distinction only, among other conveniences, affords them the pleasure of a walk

Starting point is 00:26:35 in a sort of wild garden of considerable extent, where clums of holly, a few ancient yews, and some dark pines grow among the rocks around the lofty prison, inside an enclosure of thick walls and huge towers. Reaching the foot of the round rock, the young man climbed the rude winding steps which lead to the foot of one of the towers of the enclosure, having a post done below, which served as the entrance to the keep. Here he blew a loud blast on a copper horn handed to him by the warder of the great portcullis. Come in, come in, eagerly exclaimed the voice from within. It must be that confounded captain.

Starting point is 00:27:11 As the poster swung open, the newcomer saw in a dimly lighted Gothic apartment, a young officer stretched carelessly upon a pile of cloaks and reindeer skins, beside one of the three-beaked lamps which our ancestors used to hang from the rose-work of their ceilings, and which at this moment stood upon the ground. The elegance and indeed excessive luxury of his dress was in strong contrast with the bare walls and rude furniture. He held a book and turned slightly toward the newcomer. Is it you, Captain?

Starting point is 00:27:41 How are you, Captain? You little suspected that you were keeping a man waiting who has not the pleasure of your acquaintance. But our acquaintance will soon be made, will it not? Begin by receiving my commiseration upon your return to this venerable castle. short as my stay here may be, I shall soon be about as gay as the owl nailed at dungeon doors to serve as scarecrow. And when I return to Copenhagen, to my sister's wedding feast, the deuce take me if four women out of a hundred will know me. Tell me, are the knots of pink ribbon at the hem of my doublet still in fashion?

Starting point is 00:28:16 Has anyone translated a new novel by that French woman, Mademoiselle Scuderie? I have Clelia. I suppose people are still reading it in Copenhagen. It is my coat of gallantry, now that I am forced to sigh remote from so many bright eyes. For, bright as they are, the eyes of our young prisoner, you know who I mean, have never a message for me. Ah, were it not for my father's orders. I must tell you in confidence, Captain, that my father, but don't mention it, charge me to, you understand me, Schumacher's daughter.

Starting point is 00:28:52 But I have my labor for my pay. that pretty statue is not a woman she weeps all day long and never looks at me the young man unable thus far to interrupt the officer's extreme volubility uttered an exclamation of surprise what what did you say charged you to seduce the daughter of that unfortunate schumacher seduce well so be it if that is the name you give it now in copenhagen but i defied the devil himself to succeed day before yesterday being on duty i put on for her express benefit a superb french ruff sent direct from paris would you believe that she never even raised her eyes to look at me although i passed through her room three or four times clinking my new spurs whose rowels are no bigger than a lombardy ducket that's the news used fashion, isn't it? Heavens, heavens, said the young man, striking his forehead. But this confounds me. I thought it would, rejoined the officer, mistaking the meaning of the remark.

Starting point is 00:29:59 Not to take the least notice of me. It is incredible, and yet it is true. The young man strode up and down the room in violent excitement. Won't you take some refreshment, Captain Dispoulson, cried the officer. The young man started. I am not Captain Dispoulson. What? said the officer angrily, sitting up as he spoke. And pray, who are you, then, that venture to introduce yourself here at this hour?

Starting point is 00:30:27 The young man displayed his papers. I wish to see Count Griffinfeld. I would say, your prisoner. The Count, the Count, muttered the officer in some displeasure. But, to be sure, this paper is in order. Here is the signature of Vice-Chancellor Grumman de Knude. admit the bearer to visit all the royal prisons at any hour and at any time. Grumman to Knut is brother to old General Levin the Knude,

Starting point is 00:30:54 who is in command at Trondheim, and you must know that this old general had the bringing up of my future brother-in-law. Thanks for these family details, Lieutenant. Don't you think you have told me enough of them? The impertinent fellow is right, said the lieutenant, biting his lips. Hello there, officer. officer of the tower escort is stranger to schumacher and do not scold if i have taken down your lamp with three beaks and but one wick i was curious to examine an article which is doubtless the work of shoal the pagan or hava the giant killer And besides, it is no longer the fashion to hang anything but crystal chandeliers from the ceiling.

Starting point is 00:31:36 With these words, as the young man and his escort crossed the deserted dungeon garden, the martyr to fashion resumed the thread of the love adventures of the Amazonian Clelia and Horatius the one-eyed. End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Libre Vox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia. Chapter 4. Benvolio.

Starting point is 00:32:10 Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home tonight? Mercutio. Not to his fathers. I spoke with his man. Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet. A man and two horses entered the courtyard of the palace of the governor of Trondheim.

Starting point is 00:32:27 The horseman dismounted, shaking his head with a discontented air. He was about to lead the two animals to the same. stable, when his arm was seized, and the voice cried, How, you hear alone, Poel, and your master, where is your master? It was old General Levin de Knude, who, seeing from his window the young man's servant and the empty saddle, descended quickly and fastened upon the groom a gaze, which betrayed even more alarm than his question. Your Excellency, said Poel with a low bow, my master has left Trondheim.

Starting point is 00:33:03 What? Has he been here and gone again without seeing his general, without greeting his old friend? And how long since? He arrived this evening and left this evening. This evening, this very evening. But where did he stay? Where has he gone? He stopped at the splodgest and has embarked for Moncombe.

Starting point is 00:33:23 Ah, I suppose he was at the Antipodes. But what is his business at that castle? What took him to the splagist? just like my knight-errant. After all, I am rather to blame, for why did I give him such a bringing-up? I wanted him to be free in spite of his rank. Therefore he is no slave to etiquette, said Poel. No, but he is to his own caprice. Well, he will doubtless return.

Starting point is 00:33:52 Rest and refresh yourself, Poel. Tell me, and the general's face took on an expression of solicitude. Tell me, Poell, have you been doing much running up and down? General, we came here direct from Bergen. My master was melancholy. Melancholy? Why, what can have occurred between him and his father? Is he averse to this marriage?

Starting point is 00:34:16 I don't know, but they say that his serene highness insists upon it. Insists! You say, Poell, that the Viceroy insists upon this match, but why should he insist unless ordinal refused. I don't know, Your Excellency, he seems sad. Sad? Do you know how his father received him? The first time it was at the camp, near Bergen, his serene highness said, I seldom see you, my son. So much the better for me, my lord and father, replied my master, if you take note of it. Then he gave his grace certain details about his travels in the north, and his grace said,

Starting point is 00:34:57 it is well. Next day my master came back from the palace and said, They want me to marry, but I must consult my second father, General Levin. I settled the horses, and here we are. Really, my good poel, said the general in trembling tones, did he really call me his second father? Yes, Your Excellency. Woe to me if this marriage distresses him, for I will sooner incur the king's displeasure than lend myself to him. it. And yet, the daughter of the Lord High Chancellor of both kingdoms. By the way, Poel, does ordner know that his future mother-in-law, Countess Dahlfeld, has been here incognito since yesterday, and that the count is expected? I don't know, General. Oh, yes, thought the old

Starting point is 00:35:47 governor. He knows it, for why else should he be the retreat the instant that he arrived? upon this the general with a friendly wave of the hand to poel and the salute to the sentinel who presented arms to him returned in anxious mood to the quarters which he had left in anxious mood end of chapter four chapter five of hans of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger this library vox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter five it seemed as if every human emotion had stirred his heart and had also deserted it. Nothing remained but the mournful piercing gaze of a man, thoroughly familiar with men, who saw at the glance the aim and object of all things. Shilla, the visions. When after leading the stranger along the winding stairs and lofty halls of the dungeon of the lion of Schleswig, the officer finally threw open the door of the room occupied by the man he sought, the first words that fell upon his ear were once more

Starting point is 00:36:58 these. Has Captain Dispolson come at last? The speaker was an old man, seated with his back to the door, his elbows on a writing-table, his head buried in his hands. He wore a black woolen gown, and above a bed at one end of the room hung a broken escutcheon, around which were grouped the broken collars of the orders of the elephant and the Danebroke. A Count's coronet, reversed, was fastened under the shield, and two fragments of a hand of justice, tied crosswise, pleaded the strange ornamentation. The old man was Schumacher. No, my lord, replied the officer.

Starting point is 00:37:36 Then he said to the stranger, This is the prisoner. And leaving them together, he closed the door without heeding the shrill voice of the old man who exclaimed. If it is not the captain, I will see no one. At these words the stranger remained by the door, and the prisoner, thinking himself alone, for he had turned away,

Starting point is 00:37:55 fell back into his silent reverie. suddenly he exclaimed. The captain has assuredly forsaken and betrayed me. Man, man, I like the icicle which an Arab took for a diamond. He hid it carefully in his wallet, and when he looked for it again, he found not even a drop of water. I am no such man, said the stranger. Schumacher rose quickly. Who is there?

Starting point is 00:38:22 Who overhears me? Is it some miserable tool of that golden leve? speak no evil of the viceroy my lord count lord count do you address me thus to flatter me you have your labour for your pains i am powerful no longer he who speaks to you never knew you in your day of power and is none the less your friend because he still hopes to gain something from me those memories of the unhappy which linger in the minds of man are to be measured by the hopes of future gain. I am the one who should complain, noble count, for I remember you, and you have forgotten me. I am Ordinah. A flash of joy lit up the old man's sad eyes, and a smile which he could not repress parted

Starting point is 00:39:12 his white beard as when a sunbeam breaks through a cloud. "'Ordena, welcome, Traveller, Ordina. A thousand prayers for the happiness of the traveller who remembers the prisoner.' But, inquired Ordiner, had you really forgotten me? I had forgotten you, said Schumacher resuming his somber mood, as we forget the breeze which refreshes us and passes by. We are fortunate if it does not become a whirlwind to destroy us. Count Griffinfeld, rejoined the young man.

Starting point is 00:39:44 Did you not count upon my return? Old Schumacher did not count upon it. But there is a maiden here who reminded me this very day that it was a year. on the 8th of last May, since you went away. Ordina started. Heavens! Can it be your Ethel, noble count? Who else?

Starting point is 00:40:05 Your daughter, my lord, has deigned to count the months of my absence. Oh, how many dreary days I have passed. I have traversed Norway from Christiania to Walthus, but my journeyings always tended back toward Trondheim. Use your freedom, young man, while you may. But tell me who you are. I would like, or... ordina to know you by some other name the son of one of my mortal foes is called ordona perhaps my lord count this mortal foe feels greater kindness for you than you for him

Starting point is 00:40:37 you evade my question but keep your secret i might learn that the fruit which quenches my thirst is a poison which will destroy me count cried ordona angrily count he repeated in tones of pity and reproach why should i I trust you, replied Schumacher. You who to my very face defend the merciless, golden laugh. The viceroy, gravely interrupted the young man, has just ordered that for the future you shall be free and unguarded within the entire precinct of the Lion of Schleswig keep. This news I learned at Bergen, and you will doubtless soon hear it from headquarters. This is a favour for which I dared not hope, and I thought you were the only person to whom I had mentioned my wish. So they lessen the weight of my chains as that of my years increases. And when old age renders me helpless, they will probably tell me, you are free. So saying,

Starting point is 00:41:36 the old man smiled bitterly and added, And you, young man, do you still cling to your foolish ideas of independence? If I had not those same foolish ideas, I should not be here. How did you come to Trondheim? Why, on horse-be? How did you reach Munkholm? By boat. Poor fool! You think yourself free, and yet you only leave a horse for a boat. It is not your own limbs that carry out your wishes. It is a brute beast. It is material matter. And you call that free will. I force animate beings to obey me.

Starting point is 00:42:16 To assume a right to the obedience of certain beings is to give others a right to command you independence exists only in isolation you do not love mankind noble count the old man laughed sadly i weep that i am a man and i laugh at him who would console me you will yet learn if you do not already know that misfortune creates suspicion as prosperity does in gratitude tell me since you come from bergen what favoring winds blow upon captain dispulsin some good fortune must have befallen him, that he forgets me. Ordner looked grave and embarrassed. This Polson, my lord, Count, I come here today to talk to you of him. I know that he possessed your entire confidence. You know, broke in the prisoner uneasily. You are mistaken. No one on earth has my confidence.

Starting point is 00:43:14 This Polson has, it is true, my papers, and very important papers too. He went to Copenhagen to the king, for me. I may even confess that I reckoned more surely upon him than upon anyone else, for in the days of my prosperity, I never did him a service. Well, noble count, I saw him today. Your distress tells me the rest. He is a traitor. He is dead. Dead! The prisoner folded his arms and bent his head. Then, looking up at the young man, said, I told you some good fortune must have befallen him. His eye turned to the wall, where the signs of his former grandeur hung, and he waved his hand as if to dismiss the witness of a grief which he strove to conquer.

Starting point is 00:44:01 I do not pity him, this but one man the less, nor do I pity myself, what have I to lose? But my daughter, my unfortunate daughter, I shall be the victim of this infernal plot, and what is to become of her, if her father is taken from her? He turned quickly to Ordinah. How did he die? Where did you see him? I saw him at this pledges.

Starting point is 00:44:25 No one knows whether he died by suicide or by the hand of an assassin. That is now all important. If he was murdered, I know who dealt the blow. Then all is lost. He bore proofs of the conspiracy against me. Those proofs might have saved me and ruined them. Unhappy, Ethel. My lord count, said Ordinor, bowing.

Starting point is 00:44:47 tomorrow i will tell you whether he was murdered schumacher without answering cast on ordner as he left the room a look of quiet despair more terrible than the calm of death ordner found himself in the prisoner's empty ante-chamber not knowing which way to turn night was far advanced and the room was dark he opened the door at haphazard and entered a vast corridor lighted only by the moon which moved rapidly through pale clouds its misty beams fell now and again upon the long narrow glass windows, and painted on the opposite wall what seemed a procession of ghosts, appearing and disappearing simultaneously in the depth of the passage. The young man slowly crossed himself and walked toward the light which shone faintly at the end of the corridor. A door stood a jar. A young girl knelt in a Gothic oratory at the foot of a bare altar, reciting in low tones litanies to the Virgin. Simple and sublime aspirations, in which the soul that rises toward the mother of seven sorrows, asks nothing but her prayers. The young girl was dressed

Starting point is 00:45:49 in black crape and white gauze, as if to show at a glance that her days had hitherto been passed in grief and innocence. Even in this modest attitude she bore the impress of a strange nature. Her eyes and her long hair were black, a very rare beauty in the north. Her eyes raised to heaven seemed kindled with rapture rather than dimmed by meditation. She seemed a virgin from the shores of Cyprus or the banks of the tiber, clad in the fanciful disguise of one of Ossian's characters, and prostrate before the wooden cross and stone altar of Christ Jesus. Ordner started and almost fell, for he recognized the devotee. She was praying for her father, for the mighty who had fallen, for the old and desolate prisoner,

Starting point is 00:46:31 and she recited aloud the psalm of the deliverance out of Egypt. She prayed for another as well, but Ordner did not hear his name. He did not hear it, for she did not utterance. utter it. She merely recited the canticle of the salamide, the bride who awaits her bridegroom, and the return of her beloved. Ordena stepped back into the gallery. He respected the maiden holding converse with the sky. Prayer is a great mystery, and his heart was involuntarily filled with unknown but profane ecstasy. The door of the oratory was gently closed. Soon a light born by a white figure moved toward him through the darkness. He stood still, for he felt one of the

Starting point is 00:47:10 strongest emotions of his life. He leaned against the gloomy wall. His body was weak and his limbs trembled beneath him. In the silence of his entire being, the beating of his heart was plainly audible to his own ear. As the young girl passed, she heard the rustle of a garment and a quick sudden gasp, and cried out in terror. Ordner rushed forward. With one arm he supported her, with the other he vainly tried to grasp the lamp which he had dropped, and which went out. It is I, he said softly. It is Ordinah, said the girl, for the last echo of that voice which she had not heard for a year, still rang in her ear. And the moon passing by revealed the joy of her fair face.

Starting point is 00:47:52 Then she repeated, in timid confusion, freeing herself from the young man's arms, It is my Lord Ordena, himself, Countess Ethel. Why do you call me Countess? Why do you call me, Lord? The young girl smiled and was silent. The young man was silent and sighed. She was first to break the silence. How came you here? Pardon me if my presence disturbs you. I came to see the count, your father. Then, said Ethel in a changed tone, you only came for my father's sake. The young man bent his head, for these words seemed to him unjust. I suppose you have been in Trondheim a long time? She continued reproachfully.

Starting point is 00:48:34 I suppose you have been here a long time already. Your absence from this castle cannot have seemed long to you. Ordner, deeply wounded, made no reply. You are right, said the prisoner in a voice which trembled with anger and distress. But, she added in a haughty tone, I hope, my lord, ordner, that you did not overhear my prayers. Countess, reluctantly replied the young man, I did hear you.

Starting point is 00:49:01 Ah, my lord, ordina, it was far from country. courteous to listen. I did not listen, noble countess, said Ordena in a low voice. I overheard you accidentally. I prayed for my father, rejoined the girl, looking steadily at him as if expecting an answer

Starting point is 00:49:18 to this very simple statement. Ordner was silent. I also prayed, she continued uneasily and apparently anxious as to the effect which her words might produce upon him. I also prayed for someone who bears your name, for the son of the vice-for-reyship.

Starting point is 00:49:34 count goldenleff for we should pray for every one even our persecutors and she blushed for she thought she was lying but she was offended with the young man and she fancied that she had mentioned him in her prayer she had only named him in her heart ordinah guldenleff is very unfortunate noble lady if you reckon him among the number of your persecutors and yet he is very fortunate to possess a place in your prayers oh no said ethel troubled and alarmed by his cold manner No, I did not pray for him. I do not know what I did, nor what I do. As for the Viceroy's son, I detest him. I do not know him. Do not look at me so sternly. Have I offended you?

Starting point is 00:50:17 Can you not forgive a poor prisoner? You who spent your days in the society of some fair and noble lady, free and happy like yourself? I countess, exclaimed Ordner. Ethel burst into tears. The young man flung himself at her feet. did you not tell me she continued smiling through her tears that your absence seemed to you short who i countess do not call me countess said she gently i am no longer a countess to any one and far less to you the young man sprang up and could not help clasping her to his heart in convulsive delight oh my adored ethel call me your own ordiner tell me and his ardent glances rest

Starting point is 00:51:02 it on her eyes wet with tears. Tell me, do you love me still? The young girl's answer went unheard, for Ordinah, carried away by his emotions, snatched from her lips with her reply that first favor, that sacred kiss which in the sight of God suffices to make two lovers, men and wife. Both were speechless, because the moment was one of those solemn ones, so rare and so breathe in this world, when the soul seems to feel something of celestial bliss. These instance, when two souls thus converse in a language understood by no other,

Starting point is 00:51:35 are not to be described. Then all that is human is hushed, and the two immaterial beings become mysteriously united for life in this world and eternity in the next. Ethel slowly withdrew from Ordiners' arms, and by the light of the moon, each gazed into the other's face with ecstasy. Only the young man's eye of fire flashed with massaced. masculine pride and Leonine courage, while the maiden's downcast face was marked by that modesty and angelic shame which in a virgin beauty are always blended with all the joys of love.

Starting point is 00:52:06 Were you trying to avoid me just now? she said at last, here in this corridor, my ordner. Not to avoid you, I was like the unfortunate blind man who is restored to sight after the lapse of long years and to turns away from the light's first radiance. Your comparison is more applicable to me, for during your absence my only pleasure has been the presence of a wretched man, my father. I spent my weary days in trying to comfort him, and, she added, looking down, in hoping for your coming. I read the fables of the Edda to my father, and when he doubted all men, I read him the gospel, that at least he might not doubt heaven. Then I talked to him of you, and he was silent, which shows that he loves you. but when I had spent my evenings in vainly watching the arrival of travellers by various roads,

Starting point is 00:52:58 and the ships which anchored in the harbour, he shook his head with a bitter smile, and I wept. This prison, where my whole past life has been spent, grew hateful to me, and yet my father, who until you came was all sufficient for my wants, was still here. But you were not here, and I longed for that liberty which I had never known. There was a charm which no tongue can express, in the maiden's up. eyes in the simplicity of her love and the sweet hesitation of her confession ordner listened with the dreamy delight of a being who has been removed from the world of reality to enjoy an ideal world and i said he no longer desire that liberty which you do not share what ordna quickly exclaimed ethel will you leave us no more these words recalled the young man to all that he had forgotten my ethel i must leave you this very night i will see you again again to-morrow, and to-morrow I must leave you again, to remain until I may return

Starting point is 00:53:57 never more to leave you. "'Aless,' mournfully broke in the girl, "'must you leave me again?' "'I repeat, my beloved Ethel, that I will come back soon to rest you from this prison or bury myself in it with you.' "'A prisoner with him,' she said softly. "'I do not deceive me. Must I only hope for such happiness?' "'What oath do you require? What would you have me to?

Starting point is 00:54:22 do, cried Ordinah. Tell me, Ethel, are you not my wife? And in a transport of affection he pressed her to his heart. I am yours, she whispered. The two pure and noble hearts throbbed rapturously together and were but purer and nobler for the embrace.

Starting point is 00:54:39 At this moment a violent burst of laughter was heard close by. A man wrapped in a cloak opened a dark lantern which he had concealed, and the light suddenly revealed Ethel's alarmed, confused face and Ordenor's proud by the astonished features.

Starting point is 00:54:54 Ha, ha, courage, my pretty pair, courage. It strikes me that after so short a walk in the regions of romance, you can scarcely have followed all the windings of the stream of sentiment, but that you must have taken a shortcut to reach the village of kisses so quickly. Our readers have doubtless recognized the lieutenant, who so cordially admired Mademoiselle de Scudery, roused from his reading of Killella by the midnight bell, which the two lovers had failed to hear, he started on his nightly rounds.

Starting point is 00:55:26 As he passed the end of the eastern corridor, he caught a few words and saw what seemed two ghosts moving in the gallery by the light of the moon. Being naturally bold and curious, he hid his lantern under his cloak and advanced on tiptoe to the two phantoms, so disagreeably awakened from their ecstasy by his sudden burst of laughter. Ethel made a movement to escape from Ordinah, then, returning to his side as if instinctively, and to ask his protection, she hid her burning blushes on her lover's breast. He raised his head with all the dignity of a king. Woe, said he, woe to him who has frightened and distressed you, Ethel.

Starting point is 00:56:03 Yes, indeed, said the lieutenant. Woe befall me if I am so unfortunate as to alarm so sensitive a lady. Sir lieutenant, haughtily exclaimed Ordinah, I command you to be silent. Sir, insolent, replied the officer. I commend you to be silent. Do you hear me, returned Ordena in tones of thunder. By pardon by your silence.

Starting point is 00:56:31 T.B. Tua, responded the lieutenant. Take your own advice. By pardon by your silence. Silence, cried Ordena in a voice which made the windows shake, and seating the trembling girl in one of the old armchairs the corridor, he grasped the officer rudely by the arm. "'Oh, clown!' said the lieutenant, half laughing, half angry. "'Don't you see that the doublet which you are so mercilessly crushing

Starting point is 00:56:57 is made of the finest ebbingdon velvet?' Ordena looked him full in the face. "'Lieutenant, my patience, is not so long as my sword.' "'I understand you, my fine fellow,' said the lieutenant with a sardonic smile. "'You want me to do you the honour to fight with you. But do you know who I am? No, no, if you please. Prince with Prince, clown, clown, as the fair Leander has it.

Starting point is 00:57:25 If he had added coward with coward, Ordner replied, I should assuredly never have the distinguished honour of measuring weapons with you. I would not hesitate, most worthy shepherd, if you did but wear a uniform. I have neither lace nor fringes, lieutenant, but I wear a sword. The proud youth, flinging back his cloak, set his cap firmly on his head and grasped his sword-hild, when Ethel, roused by such imminent danger, seized his arm and clasped his neck, with an exclamation of terror and entreaty. "'You are wise, my pretty mistress, if you do not want your young coxcomb punished for his temerity,'

Starting point is 00:58:03 said the lieutenant, who had ordnors' threats, had put himself upon his guard without any show of emotion. For Cyrus was about to quarrel with Cambyses. if it be not too great an honor to compare this rustic to combizes. For heaven's sake, Lord Ordinah, said Ethel, do not make me the cause and witness of such a misfortune. Then lifting her lovely eyes to his, she added, Ordiner, I implore you. Ordiner slowly replaced his half-drawn blade in its scabbard, and the lieutenant exclaimed,

Starting point is 00:58:35 By my faith, sir, knight, I do not know whether you be a knight, but I give you the title because you seem to deserve it. Let us act according to the laws of valor, if not of gallantry. The lady is right. Engagements like that which I believe you worthy to enter upon with me should not be witnessed by ladies. Although, begging this charming damsel's pardon, they may be caused by them. We can therefore only properly discuss the duelum remotum here and now,

Starting point is 00:59:08 and as the offended party, if you will fix the time, place and weapons, my fine Toledo blade or my Merida dagger, shall be at the service of your chopping knife from the Ashcrooth forges, or your hunting knife tempered in Lake's barbo. The duel adjourned, which the officers suggested, was usual in the north, where scholars averred at the custom of dueling originated. The most valiant gentleman offered and accepted a duelum remotum. It was sometimes deferred for several months or even years, and during that space of time, the foes must not elude by word or deed to the matter which caused the challenge. Thus, in love, both rivals forbore to see their sweetheart, so that things might remain unchanged.

Starting point is 00:59:53 All confidence was put in the loyalty of a knight upon such a point. As in the ancient tournament, if the judges, deeming the laws of courtesy violated, cast their truncheon into the arena, instantly every combatant stayed his hand. But until the doubt was cleared up, the throat of the conquered men must remain at the self-same distance from his victor's sword. Very well, Chevalier, replied Ordena after a brief reflection. A messenger shall inform you of the place. Good, answered the lieutenant.

Starting point is 01:00:24 So much the better. That will give me time to go to my sister's wedding. For you must know that you are to have the honour of fighting with the future brother-in-law of a great lord, the son of the viceroy of Norway, Baron Ordena Guldenlove, who upon the occasion of this auspicious union, as artaminus has it will be made count denis killed a colonel and the knight of the order of the elephant and i myself who am a son of the lord high chancellor of both kingdoms shall undoubtedly be made a captain very good very good lieutenant d'alefeld impatiently exclaimed ordina you are not a captain yet nor is the son of the viceroy a colonel and swords are always swords and clowns always clowns in spite of ever ever effort to lift them to our own level, muttered the soldier.

Starting point is 01:01:16 Chevalier, added Ordina, you know the laws of dueling. You are not to enter this dungeon again, and you are not to speak of this affair. Trust me to be silent. I shall be as dumb as Muthius Scavola when he held his hand on the burning coals. I will not enter the dungeon again, nor permit any Argus of the garrison to do so, for I have just received orders to allow Schumacher to go unguarded. in future, which order I was directed to convey to him tonight. As I should have done, had I not spent most of the evening in trying on some new boots from

Starting point is 01:01:51 Krakow. The order, between you and me, is a very rash one. Would you like to have me show you my boots? During this conversation, Aethel, seeing that their anger was appeased, and not knowing the meaning of a duelum remortum, had disappeared, first softly whispering in Ordiners' ear, tomorrow. I wish Lieutenant Dahlfeld that you would help me out of the fortress. Gladly, said the officer, although it is somewhat late or rather very early. But how will you find a boat? That is my affair, said Ordner. Then chatting pleasantly, they crossed the garden,

Starting point is 01:02:28 the circular courtyard, and the square court. Ordner escorted by the officer of the guard, meeting with no obstacle. They passed to the Great Gate, the ordinance room, the parade ground, and reached the low tower, whose iron doors opened at the lieutenant's order. Goodbye, Lieutenant Dahlfeld, said Ordinner. Goodbye, replied the officer. I declare that you are a brave champion, although I do not know who you are or whether those of your peers whom you may bring to our meeting will be entitled to assume the position of seconds, and ought not rather confine themselves to the modest part of witnesses.

Starting point is 01:03:05 They shook hands, the iron grating was closed, and the lieutenant went back, humming an air by Lully to enjoy his Polish boots and French novel. Ordiner, left alone upon the threshold, took off his clothes, which he wrapped in his cloak and fastened upon his head with his sword-belt. Then putting into practice Schumacher's principles of independence, he sprang into the still cold waters of the fjord, and swam through the darkness towards the shore, in the direction of the spladgest,

Starting point is 01:03:32 a point which he was almost sure to reach, dead or alive. The fatigues of the day had exhausted him, so that it was only with great difficulty that he landed. He dressed himself hastily and walked towards the spladgest, which reared its black bulk before him, the moon having been for some time completely veiled. As he approached the building, he heard the sound of voices. A faint light shone from the opening in the roof.

Starting point is 01:03:57 Amazed, he knocked loudly at the square door. The noise ceased. The light disappeared. He knocked again. The light reappeared and he saw a black figure climb out of the hole in the roof and vanish. Ordner knocked for the third time with the hild of his sword and shouted, Open in the name of his majesty the king. Open in the name of his serene highness, the vice-roy.

Starting point is 01:04:19 The door opened slowly, and Ordner found himself face to face with the pale features and tall, thin figure of spiagodry, who, his clothes in disorder, his eyes fixed, his hair standing erect, his hands covered with blood, held a lamp, whose flame trembled less visibly than his long and lanky figure. End of Chapter 5. Chapter 6 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo. Translated by Abbey Langdon Alger.

Starting point is 01:04:52 This Liprivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia. Chapter 6. Piro. Never! Angelo. What? I believe you would try to play the virtuous man.

Starting point is 01:05:07 Wretch, if you utter a single word. Piro. But, Angelo, I beseech. but angelo i beseech you for the love of god angelo do not meddle with what you cannot prevent piro ah when the devil holds one by a single hair as well yield him the entire head unhappy that i am emilia gallotti an hour after the young traveller with the black plume left the splages night fell and the crowd dispersed oglippiglub closed the outer door of the few neural structure, while his master, Spiagodry, gave the bodies deposited within a final sprinkling. Then both withdrew to their scantily furnished abode, and while Oglipiglub slept upon his wretched pallet, like one of the corpses entrusted to his care, the venerable spiagodry,

Starting point is 01:05:59 seated at a stone table covered with old books, dried plants, and fleshless bones, was buried in grave studies which, although really very harmless, had done no little to give him a reputation among the people, for sorcery and witchcraft, the disagreeable consequence of science at this period. He had been absorbed in his meditations for some hours, and ready at last to exchange his books for his bed, he paused at this mournful passage from Thormoder Thorferson. When a man lights his lamp, death is beside him, ere it be extinguished. With the learned doctor's leave, he muttered, he shall not be beside me to-night, and he took up his lamp to blow it out.

Starting point is 01:06:41 spiagudri cried a voice from the room where the corpses lay the old man shook from head to foot not that he believed as another might have done in his place that the gloomy guests of the splages had risen in revolt against their master he was enough of a scholar to be proof against such imaginary terrors and his alarm was genuine because he knew the voice which called him only too well spiagudrii agrily repeated the voice must i come and pull off your ears before i can make you hear me sent auspicious have mercy not on my soul but on my body said the terrified old man and with a step both hastened and delayed by fear he moved towards the second side door which he opened our readers have not forgotten that this door led into the mortuary his lamp lit up a strange and hideous scene on the one hand the thin tall stooping figure of spiagudry on the one hand the thin tall stooping figure of spiaggery on the one hand the thin tall stooping figure of spiaggery on the one hand the small stooping figure of spiagery on the On the other, a short, stout man, dressed from head to foot in the skins of wild beasts, still stained with dried blood, standing at the feet of Jilstead's corpse, which, with the dead bodies of the young girl and the captain, occupied the background. These three mute witnesses, buried in shadow, were the only ones who could behold,

Starting point is 01:08:01 without flying in horror, the two living beings who now entered into conversation. The features of the little man, thrown into vivid relief by their light, were singularly wild and fierce. His beard was red and bushy, and his forehead, hidden under an elk-skin cap, seemed bristling with hair of the same color. His mouth was large, his lips thick, his teeth white, sharp and far apart, his nose hooked like an eagle's beak, and his grayish blue eyes, which were extremely quick, flashed the side-glance at speagodry, in which the ferocity of a tiger was only tempered by the malice of a monkey. This singular character was armed with a broadsword, an uncheathed dagger, and a stone axe, upon whose long handle he leaned.

Starting point is 01:08:44 His hands were covered with thick gloves made of a blue fox skin. "'That old ghost keeps me waiting a long time,' said he as if talking to himself, and he uttered a sound like the roar of a wild beast. Spiagudry would certainly have turned pale with fright had he been capable of turning paler than he was. Do you know? Continued the little man, addressing him directly, that I come from Urchdale's hands.

Starting point is 01:09:14 Do you want to change your straw bed for one of these beds of stone, that you keep me waiting thus? Spiagudry trembled more than ever. The two solitary teeth left to him chattered in his head. Excuse me, master, said he, bending his long back to a level with the little man. I was asleep. Do you want me to make you acquainted with a far sound asleep than that? Spiagody's face assumed an expression of terror,

Starting point is 01:09:46 the only thing which could be more comic than his expression of mirth. Well, what is it? continued the little man. What ails you? Is my presence disagreeable to you? oh my lord and master replied the old keeper there can surely be no greater happiness for me than to see your excellence and the effort which he made to twist his frightened face into a smile would have unbend the brow of any but the dead ah tailless old fox my excellence commands you to hand over the clothes of jillstead as he uttered this name the little man's fierce mocking features grew dark and said oh master pardon me but i no longer have them said spiagudry your grace knows that we are obliged to turn over the property of all workers in the mind to the crown the king inheriting by right of their beaugh being his wards. The little man turned to the corpse, folded his arms and said in a hollow voice,

Starting point is 01:10:57 "'He is right. These miserable miners are like the Ida duck. Their nests are made for them, but their down is plucked from them.' Then raising the corpse in his arms and hugging it to his heart, he began to utter wild yells of love and grieve, like the howls of a bear caressing her young. With these inarticulate sounds were blended at intervals a few words in a strange lingo, which spiagodry did not understand. He let the corpse drop back upon the stone and turned towards the guardian. Do you know a cursed sorcerer? The name of the ill-fated soldier, who was so unlucky as to be preferred by that girl,

Starting point is 01:11:44 to Jill. And he kicked the cold remains of goose, Dersen. Spiagogy shook his head. Well, by the axe of Ingalf, the first of my race, I will exterminate every wearer of that uniform. And he pointed to the officer's dress. Here on whom I must be avenged will surely be of the number. I will burn down the entire force to consume the poisonous the shrub that it contains. I swore it on the day that Jill died,

Starting point is 01:12:21 and I have already given him a companion that will delight his corpse. Oh, Jill! So there you lie, lifeless and powerless. You who out swam the seal, out ran the deer, you who outrasseled the bear in the mountains of Kjolan. There you lie, motionless. you who traversed the province of tauntime from the orkel to the lake of meurson in a single day you who climbed the peaks of the dovreve yelled as the squirrel climbs the oak there you lie mute and dumb jill you who on the stormy summits of kongsberg sang louder than the thunder's roar oh jill so it is in vain that for your sake i filled up the pharaoh mines

Starting point is 01:13:16 In vain for your sake I burnt the Trondheim Cathedral. All my labour is in vain, and I shall never see the race of the children of Iceland, the descendants of Inga of the destroyer, perpetuated in you. You will never inherit my stone axe, but you will leave me the legacy of your skull, from which I may henceforth drink sea water and the blood. of man with these words he seized the corpse by the head exclaiming help me spiagitry and pulling off his gloves he displayed his broad hands armed with long hard crooked nails like the claws of a wild beast spiagody seeing him about dohoo off the corpse his head with his sword cried out with unconcealed horror o good heavens master a dead man well calmly responded the little man would you rather have me sharpen my blade upon a living one oh let me entreat your grace how can your excellency commit such profanation

Starting point is 01:14:30 your worship sir your serenity would not are you done do i require all these titles living skeleton to believe in your deep respect for my sabre by st waldemar by st joseph in the name of st despisius spare the dead help me and do not talk of saints to the devil my lord continued the suppliant's biagudry by your illustrious ancestor st ingulf ingulf the destroyer was an outlaw like myself in the name of heaven said the old man falling on his knees whose anger i would spare you you? Impatience overcame the little man. His dull gray eyes flashed like a couple of live coals. "'Help me!' he repeated, flourishing his sword. These words were uttered in the voice which might be seem a lion, could he speak. The keeper, shuddering and half-dead with fright, sat down upon the black stone slab and Haltzill's cold damp head in his hands, while the little man, by means of sword and dagger, removed the crown with rare skill.

Starting point is 01:15:44 When his task was done, he gazed at the bloody skull for some time, muttering strange words. Then he handed it over to Spiagudry, to be cleaned and prepared, saying with a sort of howl, "'Hugh!' "'And I, when I die, shall not have the comfort of thinking that an heir to the soul of Ingulf will drink sea-water and the blood of man from out my skull.' after a mournful pause he added the hurricane is followed by a hurricane each avalanche brings down another avalanche but i shall be the last of my race why did not jill hate every human face even as i do what demon foe to the demon of ingulf urged him into those fatal minds in search of a handful of gold spiagodry who now returned with jill's skull interrupted him your excellency is right even gold as snorri stirlison says may often be bought at too high a price

Starting point is 01:16:56 you remind me said the little man of a commission i have for you here is an iron casket which i found upon yonder officer all of whose property as you see did not fall into your possession It is so firmly fastened that it must contain gold. The only thing precious in the eyes of men, you will give it to widow's dead, in Thoktree village, to pay her for her son. He drew a small iron box from his reindeer-skin knapsack. Spiagudry received it with a low bow. Obey my orders faithfully, said the little man with a piercing glance.

Starting point is 01:17:42 remember that nothing can prevent two demons from meeting i think you are even more of a coward than a miser and you will answer to me for that box oh master with my soul not at all with your flesh and bones at this moment the outer door of the splages echoed with a loud knock the little man was amazed spiagedly tottered and shaded his lamp with his hand. Who is there? growled the little man. And you, old villain, how will you shake when you hear the last trump sound, if you shiver so now?

Starting point is 01:18:27 A second and louder knock was heard. It is some dead man in haste to enter, said the little man. No, master, muttered Spiagudry. No corpses are brought here after midnight. Living or dead? he drives me hence you spiagodry be faithful and be dumb i swear to you by the spirit of ingolv and the skull of jill that you shall see the dead bodies of the entire regiment of mungholm pass through your hostery in review and the little man binding jill's skull to his belt and drawing on his gloves hurried with the nimbleness of a goat and by the help of spiagudry's shoulders through the opening in the roof where he vanished

Starting point is 01:19:16 a third knock shook the whole spledges and a voice outside commanded him to open in the name of the king and vice-roy then the keeper moved alike by two different terrors one of which might be called the terror of memory and the other of hope hurried toward the low door and opened it End of Chapter 6. Chapter 7 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia. Chapter 7 In the pursuit of such pleasure as may be found in temporal felicity, she wore herself out on rough and painful paths, without ever attaining her object.

Starting point is 01:20:06 Confessions of St. Augustine returning to his closet after leaving powell the governor of tauntime ensconced himself in a big easy chair and to distract his thoughts directed one of his secretaries to read over the petitions presented to the government bowing low the secretary began the reverend dr anglivius praised that a substitute may be provided for the reverend dr foxtip the head of the episcopal library on account of his incompetency the petitioner does not know who should take the place of the said incompetent doctor he would merely state that he dr anglivius has for a long time exercised the functions of library sent the rascal to the bishop interrupted the general two athenasius mander priest and chaplain to the prisons asks pardon for twelve penitent convicts on the occasion of the glorious marriage of his grace ordner guldenlev barrizz Thorwick, Knight of the Danibrog, son of the Viceroy, and the noble lady Ulrika Dahlifeld, daughter of his grace, the Lord High Chancellor of the two kingdoms. Lay it on the table, said the general.

Starting point is 01:21:22 I pity convicts. Three. Faustus Prudence de Strombides, Norwegian subject and Latin poet, asked leave to write the epithelam for the said noble pair. Aha! the worthy man must be growing old for he is the same man who wrote in epithelamium in sixteen seventy four for the marriage planned between schumacher then count of griffenfeld and princess louisa charlotte of holstein augustenburg a marriage which never took place i fear muttered the governor that foster's prudence is destined to be the poet of broken matches lay his petition on the table and go on inquire on behalf of the said poet if there be not a vacant bed at the Trondheim Hospital.

Starting point is 01:22:12 4. The miners of Gouldbrandsthal, the Faroe islands, Sondmore, Hoopfellow, Roras and Kongsberg petitioned to be released from the costs of the Royal Protectorate. Ah, these miners are restless. I hear that they are even beginning to grumble at our long delay in answering their petition. Let it be laid aside for mature consideration. 5. Braal, fisherman, declares in virtue of the Odelsrecht, that he persists in his intention of buying back his patrimony. 6. The magistrates of Nose, Lovig, Indal, Skongen, Stots, Barbo, and other towns and villages of northern Trondheim, pray that a price may be set upon the head of the assassin, thief and incendiary, Hans, said to be a native of Clipstadur, iceland nicol oriocic's executioner for the province of trontime who claims that hans is his property opposes the petition benignus biagudri keeper of the splages to whom the corpse should belong supports the petition

Starting point is 01:23:24 that robber is a very dangerous fellow said the general particularly now that we are threatened with trouble among the miners issue a proclamation offering a thousand crowns reward for his head seven benignous spiagodry doctor antiquary sculptor mineralogist naturalist botanist lawyer chemist mechanic physicist astronomer theologian grammarian why broke in the general is not this the same spiagodry who keeps the splagist yes to be sure your excellency replied the secretary keeper for his majesty of the institution of the splages in the royal city of Trondheim sets forth that he, Benignus Biagudri, discovered that the stars called fixed are not lighted by the star called the sun. Item, that the real name of Odin is Frigg, son of Friedulf. Item, that the marine lobworm feeds on sand. Item, that the noise of the inhabitants drives the fish away from the coast of Norway, so that the means of subsist are growing less in proportion to the increase of the population.

Starting point is 01:24:42 Item, that the fjord known as Ottersund was formerly known as Limfjord, and only took the name of Otisund after Otho the Red cast his bear into it. Item, he sets forth that it was by his advice and under his direction that an old statue of Freya was changed into the Statue of Justice, which now adorns the marketplace in Trondheim, and that the lion found that the feed of the idol has been turned into a devil, symbolizing crime. Item. Oh, spare me the rest of his eminent services.

Starting point is 01:25:17 Let me see. What does he want? The secretary turned over several pages and went on. Your most humble petitioner feels that he may just depotition your excellency in return for so many useful labors in the domain of science and literature to increase the reward to ten escalins for every corpse, male or female, which cannot but be gratifying to the dead as proving the value set upon their bodies. Here the door opened and the usher in a loud voice announced,

Starting point is 01:25:51 The noble lady, Countess Dahlelfeld. At the same time a tall woman, wearing the small coronet of a countess, richly dressed in scarlet satin, trimmed with gold fringe and ermine, entered, and accepting the hand which the general offered her, seated herself beside him. The Countess was perhaps fifty years old. Age had added little to the furrows, with which pride and ambition had long since marked her face. She looked at the old governor haughtily, and with an artificial smile. Well, General, your ward delays. He should have been here before sunset. You would have been here, my lady, countess, if he had not gone to Munk,

Starting point is 01:26:34 upon his arrival to munkholm i hope it was not to see schumacher that may be could baron thorick's first visit be to schumacher why not countess schumacher is unfortunate and unhappy what general is the viceroy's son on familiar terms with a prisoner of state when frederick goldenleff confided his son to my care he begged me noble lady to bring him up as if he were my own. I thought that an acquaintance with Schumacher might be useful to Ordinah, who is destined some day to wield such power. Consequently, with the Viceroy's permission, I obtained from my brother, Grumman to Knud, a permit to enter all the prisons, which I gave to Ordena. He often uses it. And how long, noble general, has Baron Ordina had the pleasure of this useful acquaintance? Rather more than a year counted. It seems that Schumacher's society pleased him, for it kept him at Trondheim for a long time,

Starting point is 01:27:40 and it was only reluctantly, and by my express request, that he left the city last year to visit Norway. And does Schumacher know that his comforter is the son of one of his greatest enemies? He knows that he is a friend, and that is enough for him, as for us. But you, General, said the Countess with a searching look. when you tolerated nay encouraged this connection did you know that schumacher had a daughter i knew it noble countess and this fact seemed to you of no importance to your pupil the pupil of levin the knude the son of frederick goldenleff is an honest man ordner knows the barrier which separates him from schumacher's daughter he is incapable of winning the affection unless his purpose was upright, of any girl, above all, the daughter of an unfortunate man.

Starting point is 01:28:40 The noble Countess Dahlfeld blushed and paled. She turned away her head to avoid the calm gaze of the old man, as if it were that of an accuser. But, she stammered, this connection strikes me, general, let me speak my mind, as strange and imprudent. It is said that the miners and tribes of the north are threatening to revolt, and that the name of Schumacher is mixed up with the affair. Noble lady, you surprise me, exclaimed the governor. Schumacher has hitherto borne his misfortunes calmly. The report is doubtless ill-founded.

Starting point is 01:29:19 At this moment the door opened, and the usher announced that a messenger from his grace, the Lord High Chancellor, wished to speak with the noble countess. The lady rose hurriedly, took leave of the governor, and while he continued his inspection of the petitions, she hastened to her apartments in a wing of the palace, directing that the messenger should follow her. She had been seated on a rich sofa in the midst of her women for a few instances only, when the messenger entered. The countess on seeing him made a slight gesture of aversion, which he hid at once by a friendly smile. And yet the messenger's appearance was not at all repulsive. He was a man of somewhat diminutive statue, whose plumpness

Starting point is 01:30:02 suggested anything else rather than a messenger. Still, a close study of his face showed it to be frank to the point of impudence, and his look of good humour had a spies of deviltry and malice. He bowed low to the countess, and offered her a package sealed with silk thread. "'Nobel lady,' said he, "'dain to permit me to venture to lay at your feet a precious message from his grace, your illustrious husband, my revealed master. Is he not coming himself? And why did he choose you as his messenger?

Starting point is 01:30:37 Inquired the Countess. Important business delays the coming of his grace, as this letter will inform you, madam. For myself I am by the orders of my noble master to enjoy the distinguished honour of a private interview with you. The Countess turned pale and exclaimed in a trembling voice, With me! me must demon if it distresses the noble lady in the slightest degree her unworthy servant will be reduced to despair distress me no of course not returned the countess trying to smile

Starting point is 01:31:19 but is this conversation so essential the messenger bowed down to the ground absolutely essential the letter which the illustrious countess has deigned to receive from my hands, probably contains a formal order to that effect. It was strange to see the proud Countess Dahlafel tremble and turn pale before a servant, who paid her such profound respect. She slowly opened the package and read its contents. After a second reading she turned to her women and said in a faint voice, go, leave us alone. I hope the noble lady, said the messenger, bending his knee, will deign to pardon the liberty which I have venture to take, and the trouble which I seemed to cause her. On the contrary, replied the Countess with a forced smile,

Starting point is 01:32:10 I assure you that I am very happy to see you. The women withdrew. Elfiger. Have you forgotten that there was a time when you were not averse to being alone with me? It was the messenger who addressed the noble Countess, and the words were accompanied by a laugh like that uttered by the devil, at the instant that his compact expires, and he seizes the soul which sold itself to him. The great lady bowed her humbled head.

Starting point is 01:32:39 Would that I had indeed forgotten it, she murmured. Poor fool! Why should you blush for things which no human eye ever saw? God sees what men do not see. God, weak woman, you are not worthy to deceive your husband, for he is less credulous than you. Your insults to my remorse are scarcely generous, must demon. Well, if you feel remorse, Elfiger, why insult it yourself by daily committing fresh crimes?

Starting point is 01:33:09 The Countess Dallefeld hid her face in her hands. The messenger continued, Elphiga, you must choose. Remorse and no more crimes. Or crime and no more remorse. Do as I do. Choose the second one. It is better.

Starting point is 01:33:25 At least it is more cheerful. Heaven grand. said the countess in low tones that those words may not be counted against you in eternity phe come my dear a truce to jest then must demon seating himself behind the countess and putting his arm about her neck added elphiger try to be at least in imagination what you were twenty years ago the unfortunate countess the slave of her accomplice strove to respond to his loathom caresses there was something too revolting even for these degraded souls in this adulterous embrace of two beings who scorned and despised each other the illegal caresses which had once delighted them and which some horrible and unknown expediency compelled them still to lavish upon each other now tortured them strange but just change of guilty affections their crime had become their punishment the countess to cut short this guilty torment at last asked her odious lover tearing herself from his arms, with what verbal message her husband had charged him. "'Dalefeld,' said Must Demon, just as he was about to see his power confirmed by the marriage of Ordiner Gouldenlev to our daughter,

Starting point is 01:34:42 "'Our daughter!' exclaimed the haughty countess, and she fixed her eye on Ma's demon with a look of pride and contempt. "'Well,' coldly continued the messenger, "'I think that Ulrica is at least as much mine as his. I was saying that the match would not be wholly satisfactory to your husband, unless Schumacher could at the same time be destroyed. In his remote prison, the old favorite is yet almost as much to be dreaded as in his palace. He has obscure but powerful friends at court, powerful because they are obscure. And the king, learning a month since that the Chancellor's negotiations with the Duke of Holstein-Plone, where the standstill, cried out impatiently,

Starting point is 01:35:23 Griffin felt knew more than all of them put together. A schema named his Paulson come from Moor. Hong Kong to Copenhagen had several secret interviews with him, after which the king sent to the Chancellor's office for Schumacher's patents of nobility and title deeds. No one knows the object of Schumacher's ambition, but if he desire nothing but his liberty, for a prisoner of state that is the same as to desire power. He must therefore die, and must die by authority of justice. We are now striving to invent a crime for him. Your husband, Elfiger, on the plea of inspecting the northern provinces in cognizabeth, will assure himself of the result of our underhand dealings among the miners whom we hope to incite to rebel in Schumacher's name which revolt we can easily put down later what troubles us is the loss of certain important papers relating to this plot and which we have every reason to believe have fallen into the hands of this Paulson knowing that he had set out to return to Munkholm carrying to Schumacher his parchments his diplomas and possibly these documents which might ruin or at least

Starting point is 01:36:28 least compromise us, we posted certain faithful men in the gorges of Kielden, directing them to ridd us of him after robbing him of his papers. But if, as we are assured, this Polson left Bergen by water, our efforts in that quarter are in vain. However, as I came along, I gathered vague reports of the murder of a captain by the name of this Polson. We shall see. Meantime, we are searching for a famous bandit, hence, called Hans of Iceland, whom we wish to put at the head of the revolt in the mines. And you, my dear, what news have you for me here? Has the pretty bird at Monkorn been caught in her cage? Has the old minister's daughter finally fallen prey to our Falco Fulvus, our son, Frederick? The countess, recovering her pride, again

Starting point is 01:37:20 exclaimed, Our son! In faith, how old may he be? Twenty-four? We have known each other some twenty-six years, Elthiga. God knows, cried the Countess, my Frederick is the Chancellor's lawful heir. If God knows it, laughingly replied the messenger, the devil does not.

Starting point is 01:37:44 Moreover, your Frederick is but a presumptuous youngster, quite unworthy of me. And it is not worth our while to quarrel for such a trifle. He is only fit to make love to a girl. Has he at least succeeded? Not yet so far as I know. Oh, Elfiger, do try to play a less passive part in our affairs. The Count and myself, as you see, are tolerably active.

Starting point is 01:38:09 I return to your husband tomorrow. For mercy's sake, do not confine yourself to praying for our sins, like the Madonna whom the Italians invoke when about to commit a murder. Dallelfel, too, must see to rewarding me a little more munificently than he has hitherto done. My fortune is closely connected with yours. but I am tired of being the husband's servant when I am the wise lover, and of being only the tutor, the teacher, the pedagogue, when I am almost the father. At this instant midnight struck, and one of the women entered,

Starting point is 01:38:42 reminding the countess that by the palace regulations, all lights must be put out at that hour. The countess glad to end the painful interview recalled her attendance. Permit me, gracious countess, said Ma's demon as he withdrew, to retain a hope of seeing you tomorrow, and to lay at your feet my homage and sincere respect. End of Chapter 7 Chapter 8 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Slippery Vox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 01:39:23 Recording by Sonia Chapter 8 It cannot be but thou hast murdered him. So should a murderer look. dead, so grim. Shakespeare, Mid-Summer Night's Dream. Upon my honour, old man, said Ordner to Spiagudry, I began to think that the corpses who lodge in this building would have to open the door.

Starting point is 01:39:47 Excuse me, sir, replied the keeper, in whose ears the names of King and Vice-Roy still rang, as he repeated his trite excuse. I was! I was sound asleep. Then I suppose your dead men do not sleep, and, and it was probably they whom I heard talking just now. Spiagody was confused. You, stranger, you... heard?

Starting point is 01:40:13 Oh, yes, but what does it matter? I did not come here to meddle with your affairs, but to interest you in mine. Let us go inside. Spiagudry was by no means anxious to allow the newcomer to see Jill's body, but these last words comforted him considerably, and besides, how could he prevent his entrance? he accordingly allowed the young man to pass and closing the door said benigness biagogy is at your service in all that relates to human science yet if as your unseasonable visit seems to show you suppose that you are dealing with a sorcerer you are wrong

Starting point is 01:40:50 ne fa ma am credas i am only a learned man enter my laboratory stranger not at all said ordner my errand is with these corpses these corpses these corpses said Spiagodry, beginning to tremble again. But, sir, you cannot see them. What? I cannot see bodies which are placed here for the sole purpose of being seen. I repeat that I wish to question you concerning one of them. It is your duty to answer. Obey cheerfully, old man, or you will be forced to obey. Spiagodry had a sincere respect for swords,

Starting point is 01:41:26 and he saw the flash of steel at Ordner's side. Nihil non-arogat armies, he muttered, and fumbling with his bunch of keys, he opened the grating and admitted the stranger into the second section of the hall. Show me the captain's clothes, said the letter. At this instant a ray from the lamb fell upon Jill's dad's bloody head. Good God! exclaimed Ordinah. What abominable sacrilege! Great saint ispicious, pity me! sighed the poor keeper.

Starting point is 01:41:57 Old man? continued Ordner in threatening tones. I use so remote from the tomb that you can safely violate the respect which is its due? And do you not fear, wretched fellow, that the living will teach you what you owe to the dead? Oh, cried the poor keeper. Mercy! It was not I! If you only knew! And he stopped, for he remembered the little man's words. Be faithful, be dumb. Did you see anyone escape through that aperture? he asked faintly.

Starting point is 01:42:30 Yes, was it your accomplice? No, it was the guilty man, the only guilty man. I swear it by all the torments of hell, by all the blessings of heaven, by this same body so infamously profaned, and he fell upon the pavement before Ordner. Hideous as Biagogy was, there was yet an accent of truth in his despair and protestations, which convinced the young man. Old man, said he, rise, and if you did not outrage death,

Starting point is 01:42:59 do not degrade age. The keeper rose. Ordner continued. Who is the culprit? Oh, silence, noble youth, you know not of whom you speak. Silence! And Spiagud be mentally repeated.

Starting point is 01:43:14 Be faithful, be dumb. Ordner answered coldly. Who is the culprit? I must know. In heaven's name, sir, do not say so. Be silent for fear. Fear will not silence me, but shall make you speak. Excuse me.

Starting point is 01:43:29 me, forgive me, young master, said the agonized Spiagudry. I cannot. You can, for I insist. Tell me the profaner's name. Spiagudry still strove to evade. Well, noble master, the profaner of this corpse is the assassin of that officer. Then that officer was murdered, asked Ordner, reminded by this abrupt transition of the object of his search. Yes, undoubtedly, sir. And by whom? By whom? In the name of the saint on whom your mother called when she gave you birth, do not seek to know his name, young master.

Starting point is 01:44:07 Do not force me to reveal it. If my desire to know it required any spur, you would add it, old man, in the shape of curiosity. I commend you to name the murderer. Well then, said Sbiagogy, see these deep wounds made by long, sharp nails on the body of this unfortunate man? They will name the assassin. and the old man showed ordner a number of ugly scratches on the naked freshly washed corpse what said ordner was it some wild beast no my young lord but unless it was the devil hush beware lest your guesses come too close to the mark

Starting point is 01:44:47 did you never hear added the keeper in a low voice of a man or a monster with human face whose nails are as long as those of ashtaroth who ruined us all or of Antichrist who will yet destroy us. Speak more plainly. Woe unto you, says the apocalypse. I demand the assassin's name. The assassin, his name! My lord, have pity on me. Have pity on yourself!

Starting point is 01:45:14 The second of those prayers would destroy the first, even if serious reasons did not compel me to tear that name from your lips. Abuse my patience no longer. So be it. If you insist, young man, said Spiagogy, raising himself and in a loud voice. The murderer, the profaner, is Hans of Iceland. This terrible name was not unknown to Ordena.

Starting point is 01:45:39 What, he cried. Hans! That execrable bandit? Do not call him a bandit, for he has no followers. Then, Ratch, how do you know him? What common crimes have brought you together? Oh, noble master, do not stoop to believe in appearances. Is the oak tree poisonous because the serpent finds shelter within its trunk? No idle words.

Starting point is 01:46:03 A scoundrel has no friend who is not an accomplice. I am not his friend, and still less his accomplice. And if all my oath failed to convince you, sir, let me implore you to observe that this monstrous sacrilege exposes me twenty-four hours hence, when Jill's dad's body is to be removed, to the torture allotted to those guilty of profanation, and thus casts me into the most fearful state of anxiety ever endured by innocent men. These considerations of personal interest moved Ordna more than the suppliant voice of the poor keeper,

Starting point is 01:46:38 much of whose pathetic, though useless resistance to the little man's sacrilegious act they had doubtless inspired. Ordina reflected a moment, while Spiagogy tried to read in his face whether this pause meant peace or bowed in a storm. At last he said in a severe, though quiet tone, Old man, speak the truth. Did you find any papers upon that officer? None? Upon my honour? Do you know if Hands of Iceland found any? I swear by cent auspicious that I do not know. You do not know. Do you know where this Hans of Iceland hides? He never hides. He roams about perpetually. Perhaps. But where is his den?

Starting point is 01:47:18 That pagan, whispered the old man, has as many dens as the island of Hitteren has reefs, or the dog-star race. I order you again, broke in Ordner, to speak in plain terms. Let me set you an example, harken. You are mysteriously allied with a brigand, whose accomplice you still declare that you are not. If you know him, you must know where he has gone.

Starting point is 01:47:40 Do not interrupt me. If you are not his accomplice, you will not hesitate to lead me in search of him. Spiagudry could not contain his fright. You, noble lord, you, great God, of youth and life, you would provoke, seek out that demon. When four-armed Inguild fought the giant Nictolm, at least he had four-arms. Well, said Ordner with a smile,

Starting point is 01:48:07 if four-arms are a requisite, will you not be my guide? I! Your guide! How can you jest with an old man who almost needs a guide himself? Listen, replied Ordinner, do not try to jest with me. If this profanation, of which I would fain believe you innocent, exposes you to be punished for sacrilege, you cannot stay here. You must fly. I offer you my protection, but on condition that you lead me to the brigand-slayer. Be my guide, I will be your saviour. Nay more, if I catch hands of Iceland, I shall bring him here, dead or alive. You can then prove your innocence, and I promise to restore your office. Stay. Meantime, here are more coins than your place brings you in a year. Ordina, by keeping his purse until the last, had observed that

Starting point is 01:48:56 quotation in his arguments required by the wholesome laws of logic. They were strong enough in themselves to make Spiagudry consider. He began by taking the money. Noble master, you are right, said he, and his eye hitherto vague and uncertain, was fixed upon Ordner. If I follow you, I incur the future vengeance of the terrible hands. If I stay, I fall tomorrow into the hands of Oriljigs the hangman. What is the penalty of sacrilege? Never mind. In either case my poor life is in danger.

Starting point is 01:49:30 But as according to the wise remark of Samen Sigfusson, otherwise called the sage, interduo pericula equallia, minus eminence and ligandum est. I will follow you. Yes, sir, I will be your guide. Pray do not forget, however, that I have done all I could to dissuade you from your daring scheme.

Starting point is 01:49:51 very good said ordner then you will be my guide old man he added with a meaning glance i count upon your fidelity oh master replied the keeper spiagody's faith is as pure as the gold which you so graciously gave me let it remain so or i will show you that the steel which i bear about me is as sterling as my gold where do you think hands of iceland is why as the southern part of the province of trondheim is full of troops sent hither on some errand of the lord chancellor hence must have gone in the direction of walderhog cave or toward lake meoson our road lies through skongen when can you start at the close of the day now dawning when night falls and the splashes is closed your poor servant will begin his duty as your guide for which he must deprive the dead of his care we will try to hide the mutilation of the miner from the eyes of the people for this one day where shall i meet you to-night in the market-place if it please my master near the statue of justice which was formerly freya and which will doubtless protect me with her shadow in gratitude for the fine devil which i had carved at her feet spiagudry would probably have repeated the terms of his petition to the governor had not ordner interrupted him enough old man it is a bargain a bargain repeated the keeper he had scarcely uttered these words when a a low growl was heard above their heads. The keeper shuddered. What is that? he said. Is there not? asked Ordner equally surprised. Any other living

Starting point is 01:51:35 being dwelling here besides yourself? You remind me of my assistant, Oglipiglop, replied Spiagudry, reassured by the thought. It was probably his snores which we heard. A sleeping lap, Bishop Arn Grimson says, makes as much noise as a waking woman. As they talked, they approached the door of the splogist. Spiagodry opened it softly. "'Good-bye, young sir,' he said to Ordinah. "'May heaven keep you merry. Good-bye, until to-night.

Starting point is 01:52:05 If your road lead you by the cross of St. Hospiceus, deign to utter a prayer for your wretched servant, benignus spiagudry.' Then hastily closing the door, as much through fear of being seen, as to guard his lamp from the early morning breezes, he returned to Jill's corpse, and did his best, so to arrange it that the wound might not be perceived. Many reasons combined to persuade the timid keeper to accept the stranger's perilous offer. The motives for his bold resolve may be ranked as follows. One, fear of ordner here and now. Two, dread of Orrigues, the hangman.

Starting point is 01:52:41 Three, an ancient grudge against hands of Iceland, a grudge which he scarcely dared acknowledge even to himself, so strong was the power of fear. Four, a love of science. which would benefit largely by his journey. Five. Confidence in his own cunning, which would enable him to evade hands. Six. A wholly speculative attraction for certain metal, contained in the young adventurous purse,

Starting point is 01:53:06 and probably also in the iron casket stolen from the captain, and intended for widow's stead. A message which now ran a great risk of never leaving the messenger's hands. Still another and the final reason was the well or ill-founded hope of returning sooner or later. to the post which he was about to desert besides what did it matter to him whether the robber killed the traveler or the traveler the robber at this point in his meditations he could not help saying aloud it will be one more corpse for me anyhow another growl was heard and the unhappy keeper shivered indeed that is not a glippy-glob snore said he that noise comes from without then after a moment's thought he added how How silly I am to be so frightened, the dog on the wharf probably waked and barked.

Starting point is 01:53:58 Then he finished his arrangement of Jill's disfigured remains, and closing all the doors, threw himself upon his mattress to sleep off the fatigue of the past night, and gain strength for the coming one. End of Chapter 8 Chapter 9 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abby Langdon Alger. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia chapter nine juliet o things thou we shall ever meet again romeo i doubt it not and all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses in our time to come shakespeare romeo and juliet the signal light that mungholm castle had just been extinguished and in its place the sailor entering ton time fiord saw the helmet of the soldier on guard gleamed from afar in the beams of the rising sun like a planet moving in its orbit

Starting point is 01:55:00 when schumacher leaning on his daughter's arm came down as usual into the garden which surrounded his prison both had spent a restless night the old man unable to sleep the maiden kept awake by happy thoughts they walked in silence for a time then the aged prisoner's said, fixing a sad and serious gaze upon the lovely girl. You blush and smile at your own thoughts, Ethel. You are happy, for you have no cause to blush for the past, and you smile at the future. Ethel blushed still deeper, and her smile faded. My lord and father, she stammered in confusion. I brought the volume containing the Edda. Very well, read, my daughter, said Schumacher, and he resumed his meditations. Then the melancholy captive, seated on a black rock shaded by a dark fur, listened to his daughter's sweet voice without heeding the words which he read, as a thirsty traveller delights in the murmur of the stream that quenches his fever. Ethel read him the story of the shepherdess Alanga, who refused the king until he proved himself a warrior.

Starting point is 01:56:05 Prince Ragnar Lodbroke could not win the maid until he returned triumphant over the robber of Clipstadur, Ingulfed the destroyer. suddenly a sound of footsteps and the rustling of the foliage interrupted the reading and roused schumacher from his reverie lieutenant dahliafell appeared from behind the rock upon which they said ethel's head drooped as she recognized their tormentor and the officer exclaimed a faith fair lady your lovely lips just uttered the name of ingulf the destroyer i heard you and i presume that you were talking of his grandson hands of iceland and that reminded you of him ladies love to talk of robbers by the way there are tales of ingulf and his descendants which are both fearful and interesting ingulf the destroyer had but one son born of the witch that son also had but one son whose mother was likewise a witch for four centuries the race has been perpetuated thus for the desolation of iceland there being always a single scion who never produces more than one offshoot by this series of solitary airs the infernal spirit of ingalph has been handed down to the present day and flourishes in the famous hands of iceland who was doubtless so happy as to occupy your virgin thoughts just now the officer paused for an instant ethel was silent from embarrassment schumacher from vexation delighted to find them willing if not to answer at least to listen he added the clip-stadur outlaw's one passion is a hatred of the human race, his one thought to harm them. He is wise, abruptly remarked the old man.

Starting point is 01:57:49 He always lives alone, resumed the lieutenant. He is fortunate, said Schumacher. The lieutenant was charmed by this double interruption, which seemed to seal a compact for conversation. May the God Mithra preserve us, he cried, from such wise men and such fortunate men. A cursed be the evil-minded Zephyr which brought the last demon of Iceland to Norway. I was wrong to say evil-minded, for they say it was a bishop to whom we owe the pleasure of possessing Hans of Clipstadur. If we may believe the story, certain Iceland peasants, having captured little Hans among the Bessestadt mountains in his infancy, were about to kill him as Asiages slew the Bactrian lion's whelp. But the bishop of Skalhold interfered and took

Starting point is 01:58:38 the cub under his own protection, hoping to make a Christian of the devil. The good bishop tried in a thousand ways to develop his infernal intellect, forgetting that the hemlock cannot be changed into a lily, even in the hot houses of Babylon. So when the young devil grew up, he repaid all this care by escaping one fine night upon the trunk of a tree across the seas, lighting his flight by setting the bishop's house on fire. That's the old women's account of the way this Icelander came to Norway, And now, thanks to his education, he affords us a perfect type of the monster.

Starting point is 01:59:17 Since then, the destruction of the Pharaoh mines, the death of three hundred men crushed beneath the ruins, the overthrow of the hanging rock at Golin at midnight upon the village below, the fall of Half-Brawl bridge from the rocks upon the high road, the burning of Trondheim Cathedral, the extinction of beacon lights upon the coast on stormy nights, and countless crimes and murders hidden in Lakes Barbo, or amuseen, or concealed in the caves of Waldahog and Rilas, and in the gorges of the Doverfield,

Starting point is 01:59:47 bear witness to the presence of this Ariman incarnate in the province of Trondheim. The old women declared that a new hair grows in his beard with every fresh crime. In that case his beard must be as luxuriant as that of the most venerable Assyrian Magi. Yet, you must have heard, fair lady, how often the governor has tried to stop the extraordinary growth of that beard. Schumacher again broke the silence. And has every effort to capture this fellow, he asked with a look of triumph and an ironical smile, been unsuccessful.

Starting point is 02:00:24 I congratulate the Chancellor. The officer did not understand the ex-Chancellor's sarcasm. Hans has hitherto proved as invincible as horatious cocklers. Old soldiers, young militia men, country boars, mountaineers, all fly or die before him. him. He is a demon who can neither be avoided nor caught. The best luck that can befall those who go in search of him is not to find him. You may be surprised, gracious lady. He went on, seating himself familiarly beside Ethel, who drew nearer to her father, at all my curious

Starting point is 02:01:00 anecdotes concerning this supernatural being. It was not without a purpose that I collected these strange traditions. It seems to me, and I shall be pleased if you, fair lady, share, my opinion, that the adventures of Hans would make a delicious romance, after the style of Mademoiselle de Scuderie's sublime stories, Artaminis, Ocleelia, only six volumes of which letter I have yet read, but it is nonetheless a masterpiece in my eyes. Of course we should have to soften our climate, dress up our traditions, and modify our barbarous names. For instance, Trondheim, which I should call duchinianum should see its forest converted by a touch of my magic wand into delightful groves watered by a thousand streamlets far more poetic than our hidgeous torrents our dark deep caves should give place to charming grottoes carpeted with gilded pebbles and azure shells in one of these grottoes should live a famous magician hannus of tulle for you must own that the name hands of isles

Starting point is 02:02:10 than this by no means agreeable. This giant, you must feel that it would be absurd not to make the hero of such a work a giant. This giant should descend in a direct line from the god Mars. Ingolf the destroyer affords no food for imagination. And the enchantress Theona. Don't you think I have made a happy change in the name Thaarca? Daughter of the Cumi and Sibyl.

Starting point is 02:02:36 Hannus, after being educated by the great Magion of Toulos, should finally escape from the Pontiff's palace in a car drawn by two dragons. It would be very narrow-minded to cling to the shabby old legend of the trunk of a tree. Reaching the land of Dutinianum, and ravished by that enchanting region, he should choose it as the place of his abode and the scene of his crimes. It would be no easy matter to draw an agreeable picture of the robberies of Hans. However, we might soften their horror by an ingeniousness, planned love affair. The shepherdess El Sipi, walking one day with her lamb in a grove of

Starting point is 02:03:16 myrtlees and olives, should be noticed by the giant, who should suddenly yield to the magic of her eyes. But El Sipi should love the handsome Lysidas, an officer of the militia, garrisoned in her village. The giant should be annoyed by the centurion's happiness, and the centurion by the giant's attentions. You can fancy, my dear lady, how charming such imaginative powers might make the adventures of Hanus. I will wager my Polish boots against a pair of slippers that such a subject, treated by Mademoiselle de Scudery, would set all the women in Copenhagen wild with delight.

Starting point is 02:03:55 The last words roused Schumacher from the melancholy thoughts in which he had been buried during the lieutenant's fruitless display of brains. Copenhagen, he exclaimed, What news is there from Copenhagen, sir, officer? "'None in faith that I know of,' replied the lieutenant, "'save that the king has given his consent to the great marriage "'which is just now occupying the thoughts of both kingdoms.' "'What?' rejoined Schumacher.

Starting point is 02:04:23 "'What marriage?' The appearance of a fourth speaker arrested the words on the lieutenant's lips. All three looked up. The prisoner's moody features brightened, the lieutenant's frivolous face grew grave, and Ethel's sweet countenance, which had been pale and confused during the year, officer's long soliloquy, again beamed with life and joy. She sighed heavily as if her heart

Starting point is 02:04:45 were eased of an intolerable weight, and her sad smile rested upon the newcomer. It was Ordena. The old man, the girl and the officer, were placed in a singular position toward Ordner. They had each a secret in common with him, therefore each fell embarrassed by the presence of the other. Ordiner's return to the dungeon was no surprise to Schumacher or Ethel, who were expecting him, but it amazed the lieutenant as much as the sight of the lieutenant astonished ordiner, who might have feared some indiscretion on the part of the officer in regard to the scene of the previous night, if the silence ordained by the etiquette of duelling had not reassured him.

Starting point is 02:05:23 He could therefore only be surprised at seeing him quietly seated between his two prisoners. These four persons could say nothing while together, for the very reason that they would have had much to say had they been alone. Therefore, aside from glances of intelligence and embarrassment, Ordner met with an absolutely silent reception. The lieutenant burst out laughing. By the train of the royal mantle, my dear newcomer, here's the silence by no means unlike that of the senators of Gaul,

Starting point is 02:05:56 when Brennest the Roman. Upon my honour, I have forgotten which were the Romans and which the Gauls, the senators or the general. Never mind. Since you are here, help me to enlighten this worthy old gentleman as to the news. I was just about to tell him, when you made your sudden entry on the stage, about the famous marriage which is now absorbing both meads and Persians. What marriage? What marriage? asked Ordner and Schumacher with a single voice. By the cut of your clothes, Sir Stranger, cried the lieutenant clapping his hands.

Starting point is 02:06:31 I guess that you came from some other world. Your present question turns my doubt to certainty. You must have landed only yesterday on the banks of the Nida in a fairy car drawn by two-winged dragons, for you could not have travelled through Norway without hearing of the wonderful marriage of the Viceroy's son and the Lord Chancellor's daughter. Schumacher turned to the lieutenant. What? Is Ordiner Goldenleft to marry Ulrika Dahlfeld? As you say, replied the officer.

Starting point is 02:07:02 and it will be all settled before the fashion of French farthingales reaches Copenhagen. Frederick's son must be about 22 years old, for I had been in Copenhagen Fortress a year when the news of his birth reached me. Let him marry, young, added Schumacher with a bitter smile. When disgrace comes upon him, at least no one can accuse him of having aspired to a cardinal's head. The old favourite alluded to one of his own misfortunes, of which the lieutenant knew nothing. No, indeed, said he, laughing heartily, Baron Ordina will receive the title of Count,

Starting point is 02:07:43 the collar of the order of the elephant, and the Colonel's epaulettes, which would scarcely match with the Cardinal's hat. So much the better, answered Schumacher. Then, after a pause he added, shaking his head as if he saw his revenge before him, some day they may make an iron collar of his fine order they may break his counts coronet over his head they may strike him in the face with his colonel's epaulettes ordner seized the old man's hand for the sake of your hatred sir do not curse an enemy's good fortune before you know whether it be good fortune in his eyes pooh said the lieutenant what are the old fellow's railings to baron thawwick lieutenant cried ordner there may be more to him than you think and he added after a brief silence your grand marriage is not so certain as you suppose fiat quad viz rejoined the lieutenant with an ironical bow the king the viceroy and the chancellor have it is true made every arrangement for the wedding but if it displeases you sir stranger what matter the lord chancellor the viceroy and the king you may be right said Ordner, seriously.

Starting point is 02:09:02 Oh, by my faith! And the lieutenant threw himself back in a fit of laughter. This is too good. How I wish Baron Thorwick could hear a fortune-teller so well instructed in regard to the things of this world decide his fate! Believe me, my learned prophet! Your beard is not long enough for a good sorcerer. Sir Lieutenant, coldly answered Ordner,

Starting point is 02:09:28 I do not think that Ordnerner, Goldenleff, will ever marry a woman whom he does not love. Ha ha! Here we have the book of proverbs. And who tells you, Sir Green Mantel, that the Baron does not love Ulrika Dahlfeld? And if it please you, in your turn, who tells you that he does? Here the lieutenant, as often happens, was led by the heed of the conversation into stating a fact of which he was by no means certain. Who tells me that he loves her? The question is absurd. I am sorry for your powers of divination, but everybody knows that this match is no less a marriage of inclination than of convenience. At least everybody but me, said Ordner gravely.

Starting point is 02:10:15 Except you. So be it. But what difference does that make? You cannot prevent the Viceroy's son from being in love with the Chancellor's daughter. In love? madly in love. He must indeed be mad to be in love with her. Hello?

Starting point is 02:10:32 Don't forget of whom and to whom you speak. Would not once say that the son of the viceroy could not take a fancy to a lady without consulting this clown? As he spoke the officer rose. Ethel, who saw Ordiners face flush, hurried toward him. Oh, said she, pray, become. Do not heed these insults. does it matter to us whether the viceroy's son loves the chancellor's daughter or not the gentle hand laid on the young man's heart still the tempest raging within he cast an unruptured glance at his ethel and did not hear the lieutenant who recovering his good humor exclaimed the lady acts with infinite grace the part of the sabine woman interceding between her father and her husband my words were rather heedless i forgot he added turning to ordner that there is a bond

Starting point is 02:11:25 of brotherhood between us, and that we can no longer provoke each other. Chevalier, give me your hand. Confess, you too, forgot that you were speaking of the Viceroy's son to his future brother-in-law, Lieutenant Dalefeld. At this name Schumacher, who had hitherto looked on with an indifferent or merely an impatient eye, sprang from his stone seat with a terrible cry. Dahlifeld? A Dahlafeld here, serpent! How could I fail to recognize the embassioned? Bominable father in his son. Leave me in peace in myself.

Starting point is 02:12:00 I was not condemned to the punishment of seeing you. It only needs, as he desired just now, that the son of Goldenleff should join the son of Dahlifeld. Traitors, cowards! Why do they not come themselves to enjoy my tears of madness and rage? Abhorred, abhorred race. Son of Dahlifeld, leave me. The officer, at first be with me.

Starting point is 02:12:25 that by the sharpness of these invectives soon lost his temper and found his speech silence lunatic seize your devilish litanies leave me leave me repeated the old man and take my curse my curse upon you and the miserable race of golden-leaf which is to be allied to you by heaven exclaimed the enraged officer you insult me doubly ordner restrained the lieutenant who was beside himself with passion. Respect an old man, even if he be your enemy, Lieutenant. We have already one question to settle together, and I will answer to you for the prisoner's offences. So be it, said the lieutenant. You contract a double debt.

Starting point is 02:13:13 The fight will be to the death, for I have both my brother-in-law and myself to avenge. Think that with my gauntlet you pick up that of ordner Gouldenlev. Lieutenant Dahlifeldt, replied Ordner. You espoused the cause of the absent with a warmth which proves your generosity. Would there not be as much in showing pity for an unfortunate old man, to whom adversity gives some right to be unjust? Dalefeld was one of those souls in whom virtue is kindled by praise. He pressed Ordiners' hand and approached Chumacher, who, exhausted by his emotion, had sunk back

Starting point is 02:13:48 upon the rock in the tearful Ethel's arms. "'Lord Schumacher,' said the officer, You abused the privileges of your age, and I might have abused the privileges of my youth, if you had not found a champion. I enter your prison this morning for the last time, for I come to tell you that you may henceforth remain, by special order of the viceroy, free and unguarded in this dungeon. Receive this good news from the lips of an enemy. Go, said the old prisoner in a hollow voice.

Starting point is 02:14:20 The lieutenant bowed and obeyed, inwardly pleased that he had won the approving. glenance of Ordena. Schumacher sat for some time, with folded arms and bent head, buried in thought. Suddenly he looked up at Ordena who stood before him in silence. Well, said he, my lord Count, this poison was murdered. The old man's head again drooped upon his breast. Ordner went on. His assassin is a noted robber, Hands of Iceland. Hands of Iceland, said Schumacher. "'Has! Hans of Iceland!' repeated Ethel. "'He robbed the captain,' added Ordena.

Starting point is 02:14:58 "'And so,' said the old man, "'you heard nothing of an iron casket, "'sealed with the arms of Griffinfeld.' "'No, my lord.' "'Schumacher hid his face in his hands. "'I will restore it to you, my lord count. "'Trust me. "'The murder was committed yesterday morning.

Starting point is 02:15:16 "'Hans fled toward the north. "'I have a guide who knows all his haunts. "'I have often roamed through, the mountains of Trondheim. I shall overtake the thief. Ethel turned pale. Schumacher rose. His expression was almost joyful as if he believed that virtue still existed in man. Noble ordiner, he said, farewell. And raising his hand to heaven, he disappeared among the bushes. As ordner turned, he saw Ethel upon the moss-grown rock, pale as an alabaster image on a black pedestal. Good God, Ethel! he cried, rushing to her and

Starting point is 02:15:52 supporting her in his arms. What is the matter? Oh, replied the trembling girl in scarcely audible tones. Oh, if you have, I do not say a spark of love, but of pity for me. Sir, if you did not speak yesterday only to deceive me, if it be not to cause my death that you have deigned to enter this prison, Lord Ordiner, my ordner, give up, in heaven's name, in the name of all the angels, give up your man. mad scheme.

Starting point is 02:16:23 Ordner, my beloved Ordina, she continued, and her tears flowed freely, her head rested on the young man's breast. Make this sacrifice for me. Do not follow this robber, this frightful demon with whom you would fight.

Starting point is 02:16:39 In whose interest do you go, Ordner? Tell me what interest can be dearer to you than that of the wretched woman, whom but yesterday you called your beloved wife. She stopped. choked by sobs. Both arms were thrown around Ordner's neck, and her pleading eyes were fixed upon his.

Starting point is 02:16:58 My adored Ethel, you are needlessly alarmed. God helps the righteous cause, and the interest in which I expose myself is no other than your own. That iron casket contains. Ethel interrupted him. My interest! Have I any other interest than your life? Ordina what will become of me? Why do you think that I shall die, Ethel? then you do not know this hence this infernal thief do you know what a monster you pursue do you know that he is lord of all the powers of darkness that he overthrows mountains upon towns that subterranean caverns crumble beneath his tread that his breath extinguishes the beacons on every rocky coast and how can you suppose ordner that you can resist this giant aided by the demon with your white arms and feeble sword and your prayers ethel and the thought that i am fighting for you be assured ethel the bandit's strength and power have been greatly exaggerated he is a man like ourselves who deals out death until he himself be slain then you will not heed me my words are nothing to you tell me what is to become of me if you go if you roam from danger to danger exposing for i know not what earthly interest your life which is mine

Starting point is 02:18:21 by yielding it to a monster. Here the lieutenant's tales recurred anew to Ethel's fancy, exaggerated by her love and terror. She went on in a voice broken by sobs. I assure you, dear, ordner, they deceived you who told you

Starting point is 02:18:36 that he was only a man. You should believe me rather than others, ordner. You know that I would not mislead you. Thousands have tried to do battle with him. He has destroyed whole regiments. I only wish others would tell you the same. You might believe them and not go.

Starting point is 02:18:58 Poor Ethel's prayers would doubtless have shaken Ordner's bold resolve if he had not gone so far. The words uttered by Schumacher in his despair on the previous evening came back to him and strengthened him in his purpose. I might, my dear Ethel, tell you that I would not go and yet carry out my plan, but I will never deceive you, even to console you. I ought not, I repeat, to hesitate between your tears and your true interests. Your fortune, your happiness, perhaps your life, your very life, my Ethel, are at stake. And he clasped her affectionately in his arms.

Starting point is 02:19:34 And what do I care? She returned, weeping. My friend, my ordner, my delight! For you know that you are my soul delight. Do not give me a fearful and certain misery in exchange for a slight and doubtful misfortune. What is fortunate or life to me? Your father's life, Ethel, is also at stake. She tore herself from his arms.

Starting point is 02:20:00 My father's life, she repeated in a low voice, turning pale. Yes, Ethel, this brigand, doubtless bribed by Count Griffinfell's enemies, has in his possession papers whose loss imperils the life of your father, already the object of so many attacks. I would die to win back those people. papers. Ethel was pale and dumb for some moments. Her tears were dried, her heaving breast labored painfully. She looked on the ground with a dull and indifferent gaze, the gaze of the condemned man as the axes lifted over his head. "'My father's life,' she sighed. Then she slowly turned

Starting point is 02:20:39 her eyes toward Ordinah. What you do is useless, but do it. Ordner pressed her to his bosom. O noble girl, let me feel your heart beat against mine. Generous friend, I will soon return. Nay, you shall soon be mine. I would save your father that I may better deserve to be his son. My ethel, my beloved Ethel. Who can describe the emotions of a true heart, which feels that it is appreciated by another noble heart?

Starting point is 02:21:09 And if the love uniting these two similar souls be an indissoluble bond, who can paint their indescribable raptures? It seems as if they must feel, crowded into one brief instant, all the joy and all the glory of life, embellished by the charm of generous sacrifice. Oh, my ordner, go! And if you never return, grief will kill me. I shall have that tardy consolation. Both Rose and Ordinah placed Ethel's arm within his own, and took that adored hand in his. They silently traversed the winding alleys of the gloomy garden, and reluctantly reached the gate which led into the world.

Starting point is 02:21:46 There, Ethel, drawing a pair of tiny gold scissors from her bosom, cut off a curl of her beautiful black hair. Take it, Ordner, let it go with you. Let it be happier than I am. Ordner devotedly pressed to his lips this gift from his beloved. She added, "'Odner, think of me. I will pray for you. My prayers may be as potent with God as your arms with the demon.' Ordner bowed before this angel. His soul was too full for words. They remained clasped in each other's arms for some time. As they were about to part, perhaps forever,

Starting point is 02:22:23 Ordner, with a sad thrill, enjoyed the happiness of holding Ethel to his heart once more. At last, placing a long, pure kiss upon the sweet girl's clouded brow, he rushed violently down the winding stairs, which a moment later echoed with the sweet and painful word. Farewell! End of Chapter 9 Chapter 10 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo

Starting point is 02:22:52 Translated by Abbey Langdon Alger This Librivox recording is in the public domain Recording by Sonia Chapter 10 You would never think her unhappy Everything about her speaks of happiness She wears necklaces of gold and purple robes When she goes out a throng of vessels

Starting point is 02:23:13 Lie prostrate in her path And obedient pages spread carpets before her feet but none see her in the solitude that she loves, for then she weeps, and her husband does not see her tears. I am that miserable being, the spouse of an honorable man, of a noble count, the mother of a child whose smiles stab me to the heart. Maturin, Bertram The Countess Dallifeld rose after a sleepless night to face a restless day. Half reclining on a sofa, she pondered the bitter after-taste of corrupt pleasures,

Starting point is 02:23:47 and the crime which wastes life in ecstasy without enjoyment and grief without alleviation. She thought of must-demon, whom guilty illusions had once painted in such seductive colors, so frightful now that she had penetrated his mask and seen his soul through his body. The wretched woman wept, not because she had been deceived, but because her eyes were no longer blinded. Tears of regret, but not of repentance. Therefore her tears afforded her no relief. At this moment her door was opened.

Starting point is 02:24:19 She dried her eyes quickly and turned away, annoyed at being surprised, for she had given orders that she was not to be disturbed. On seeing Ma's demon, her vexation changed to fright, which was dispelled when she found that her son Frederick was with him. Mother! cried the lieutenant. How does it happen that you are here? I thought you were at Bergen. Have our fine ladies taken to running about the country?

Starting point is 02:24:45 The Countess received Frederick with kisses, to which, like all spoiled children, he responded very coldly. This was possibly the worst of punishments to the unhappy woman. Frederick was her beloved son, the only creature in the world for whom she felt an unselfish affection. For a degraded woman, often, even when all sense of wifely duty has vanished, retained some trace of the mother. I see, my son, that when you heard I was in Trondheim, you hastened to me at once. oh no not i i was bought to death at the fort so i came to town where i met mastemon who brought me here the poor mother sighed heavily by the way mother continued frederick i am very glad to see you for you can tell me whether knots of pink ribbon on the hem of the doublet are still worn in copenhagen did you think to bring me a flask of that oil of youth to whiten the skin you did not forget i hope the last french novel or the pure gold lace which I asked you to get for my scarlet cloak, or those little coombs which are so

Starting point is 02:25:50 much used just now to hold the curls in place, or—the poor woman had brought nothing to her son, the only love she had on earth. My dear boy, I have been ill, and my sufferings prevented my thinking of your pleasures. Have you been ill, mother? Well, are you better now? By-de-bye, how is my pack of Norman hounds? I'll wager that they have neglected to bathe my monkey in rose-water every night. you will see that i shall find my parrot bilboa dead on my return when i am away no one thinks of my pets at least your mother thinks of you my son said his mother in a faltering voice

Starting point is 02:26:28 had this been the inexorable hour when the destroying angel hurled sinful souls into everlasting torments he would have held pity for the torture which at this instant wrung the heart of the unfortunate countess must demon left in his sleeve sir frederick said he i see that the steel sword has no desire to rust in its iron scabbard you do not care to lose the wholesome traditions of copenhagen drawing-rooms within the walls of mungholm but yet allow me to ask you what is the use of all this oil of youth these pink ribbons and little coombs what is the use of all these preparations for a siege if the only feminine fortress within the walls of mungholm is impregnant "'Hapon my honour she is,' laughingly responded Frederick. "'Certainly if I have failed, General Shack himself would fail. But how can you surprise a fortress where nothing is exposed, where every post is unremittingly guarded? How can you contend against chemisettes which cover all but the neck, against sleeves that hide the whole arm, so that only the face and hands remain to prove

Starting point is 02:27:40 that the young woman is not as black as the emperor of Mauritania. My dear tutor, you yourself would have to go to school again. Believe me, that fort is not to be taken where modesty is garrisoned. Indeed, said Must Demon, but may not modesty be forced to surrender if love lay siege to it, instead of confining himself to a blockade of delicate attentions. Labour in vain, my dear friend, love is already in possession. of the place, but he serves to reinforce modesty.

Starting point is 02:28:15 Ah, Sir Frederick, this is news indeed. With love on your side. And who tells you, Must Demon, that he is on my side? On whose then? Exclaimed Must Demon and the Countess, who had listened in silence until now, but who was reminded of Ordner by the lieutenant's last words. Frederick was about to answer

Starting point is 02:28:37 and was already preparing a spicy account of the scene the previous night, when he remembered the silence prescribed by the etiquette of dueling, which changed his gaiety to confusion. "'In faith,' said he, "'I don't know, that of some clown, perhaps, some retainer.' "'Some soldier of the garrison?' said Ma's demon, laughing heartily. "'What, my son?' exclaimed the countess in her turn. "'Are you sure that she loves a rustic, a serf?

Starting point is 02:29:09 what luck if you are sure of it oh of course i am sure but it's not one of the soldiers of the garrison added the lieutenant with an offended air i am sure enough of what i say however to beg you mother to cut short my very unnecessary exile at that confounded castle the countess face brightened on hearing of the young girl's fall ordner guldenleff's eagerness to visit munkom now appeared to her in very different colors she gave her son the benefit of them them. You must give us an account, Frederick, of Ethel Schumacher's loves. I am not surprised. The daughter of a boar can only love a boar. Meantime, do not curse that castle which yesterday afforded you the honor of the first advances towards an acquaintance from a certain distinguished personage. "'What, mother,' said the lieutenant staring at her, "'what distinguished personage?'

Starting point is 02:30:04 "'A truce to jests, my son. Did no one visit you yesterday?' You see that I know all about it. If it's more than I do, mother. Duce take me if I saw a face yesterday except those of the masks carved beneath the cornices of those old towers. What, Frederick? You saw nobody? No one, mother. In omitting to mention his antagonist of the dungeon, Frederick obeyed the law which bound him to silence.

Starting point is 02:30:32 Besides, could that clodhopper be counted as anyone? What? said his mother. Did not the Viceroy's son visit Munkom last night? The lieutenant laughed. The Viceroy's son? Indeed, mother, you must be dreaming. Or else you are joking. Neither, my son.

Starting point is 02:30:54 Who was on guard yesterday? I myself, mother. And you did not see Baron Ordinner. Not a bit of it, repeated the lieutenant. But consider my boy he may have entered in disguise. You never saw him, having been brought up at Copenhagen, while he was educated at Trondheim. Remember all the stories about his caprices and whims, and his eccentric ideas. Are you sure, my son, that you did not see anyone?

Starting point is 02:31:23 Frederick hesitated an instant. No, he cried. No one. I can say no more. Then, replied the Countess, I suppose the Baron did not go to Moncorn. Must Demon, at first surprised like Frederick, had listened attentively. He interrupted the Countess. Allow me, noble lady.

Starting point is 02:31:47 Master Frederick, pray, tell me the name of the dependent, loved by Schumacher's daughter. He repeated his question, for Frederick, who for some moments had been lost in thought, did not hear him. I do not know, or rather, no, I do not know. And how, sir, do you know that she loves a dependent? Did I say so? A dependent? Well, yes, he is a dependent. The awkwardness of the lieutenant's position increased momentarily.

Starting point is 02:32:20 This series of questions, the ideas to which they gave rise, his enforced silence, threw him into a confusion which he feared he could not much longer control. Upon my word, Mr. Must-Demon, and you, my lady-mother, if a mania for asking questions be the latest fashion, you may amuse yourselves by questioning each other. For my part, I'll have nothing more to say to you. And flinging open the door, he disappeared, leaving them plunged in an abyss of doubt. He hastened down into the courtyard, for he heard Maas Demon's voice calling him back. He mounted his horse and rode toward the harbour, where he intended to take a boat for Mooncolm,

Starting point is 02:33:01 thinking that there he might find the stranger, who had given rise to such a while. serious thoughts in the greatest feather-brain of a feather-brain capital if that was oldenar guldenlev he reflected then my poor olrika but no it is impossible that he could be such a fool as to prefer the penniless daughter of a prisoner of state to the wealthy daughter of an all-powerful minister at any rate schumacher's daughter can be no more than a caprice and there is nothing to hinder a man who has a wife from having a mistress too In fact, it is quite a stylish thing. But no, it was not ordinary. The Viceroy's son would never wear such a shabby jacket. And that old black plume without a buckle, beaten by the wind and rain, and that great cloak big enough for a tent,

Starting point is 02:33:52 and that disordered hair, with no coombs and no frizzes, and those boots with iron spurs covered with mud and dust, indeed it could never be he. Baron Thorwick is a knight of the Dannebroke. That fellow wore no decoration. If I were a knight of the Dannebroke, I believe I should wear the collar of the order to bed. Oh no, he had never even read Clelia.

Starting point is 02:34:17 Nah, he was not the viceroy's son. End of Chapter 10. Chapter 11 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. recording by sonya chapter eleven if men could still retain his warmth of soul when experience has taught him if he could inherit the legacies of time without bending beneath the weight he would never attack those exalted virtues whose first lesson is ever self-sacrifice madame de steyle germany well what is it you poel what brings you here

Starting point is 02:35:07 Your Excellency forgets that you yourself summoned me. Did I? said the General. Oh, I wanted you to hand me that portfolio. Poel handed the Governor the portfolio, which he could have reached himself by stretching out his arm. His Excellency mechanically replaced it without opening it. Then he turned over some papers in an absent-minded way. Poel, I was going to ask you,

Starting point is 02:35:34 What time is it? Six o'clock in the morning, replied the general's servant who was facing the clock. I was going to tell you, Poel, what is the news today at the palace? The general went on shuffling his papers, writing a few words on each with a preoccupied air. Nothing, Your Excellency, except that we are still expecting my noble master, about whom I see the general is anxious. The general rose from his big writing-table and looked at Poel somewhat angrily. your eyes are very poor poel ay anxious about ordner indeed i know the reason for his absence i do not expect him yet general levin the knude was so jealous of his authority that he would have considered it compromised had a subaltern be able to guess his secret thoughts and learn that ordner had acted without his orders "'Powel,' he added,

Starting point is 02:36:29 "'you may go.' The servant left the room. "'Really!' exclaimed the general when he was left alone. "'Odner uses and abuses his privileges. "'A blade too often bent will break. "'To make me spend the night in sleepless impatience. "'To expose General Levin to the sarcasms of a chancelless wife "'and the conjectures of a servant.

Starting point is 02:36:53 "'And all this that an aged enemy may have those first greetings, which are due to an old friend. Ordina, ordina, whims are destructive of liberty. Let him come. Only let him come now. Duce take me if I don't receive him as gunpowder does fire. I'll blow him up, to expose the governor of Thorntime to a servant's conjectures

Starting point is 02:37:17 and the she-chancellor's sarcasms. Oh, let him come. The general went on making marginal notes on his papers without reading them, so all absorbing was his ill temper. General, my noble father, cried a familiar voice, and Ordinah clasped in his arms the old man, who did not even try to repress a cry of joy. Ah, Ordina, my good Ordina, zounds, how glad I am!

Starting point is 02:37:46 He collected his thoughts in the middle of his phrase. I am glad, Baron, that you have learned to control your feelings. You seem pleased to see me again. it was probably to mortify your flesh that you deprived yourself of that pleasure for a whole day and night father you have often told me that an unfortunate enemy should be put before a fortunate friend i come from of course said the general when the enemy's misfortune is imminent but schumacher's future looks more threatening than ever noble general there is an odious plot on foot against that unlucky man man born his friends would ruin in him. A man born his foe must serve him. The general, whose face had gradually cleared, interrupted Ordna. "'Very good, my dear, Ordner. But what are you talking about? Schumacher is under my protection. What man? What plot? Ordner could scarcely have replied plainly to this

Starting point is 02:38:45 question. He had but very vague gleams of light, very uncertain suspicions as to the position of the man for whom he was about to expose his life. Many will think to, that he acted foolishly, but young hearts do what they think right by instinct, and not from calculation. And besides, in this world, where prudence is so barren and wisdom so caustic, who denies that generosity is folly? All is relative on earth where all is limited, and virtue would be the greatest madness if there were no God behind men. Ordner was at the age to believe and to be believed. He risked his life trustingly. Even the general accepted reasons, which would not have borne calm discussion.

Starting point is 02:39:28 What plots? What man? Good father, in a few days I shall have solved the mystery. Then you shall know all that I know. I must start off again tonight. What? cried the old man. Can you spare me but a few hours? Where are you going? Why are you going, my dear son? You have sometimes allowed me, my noble father, to perform a praiseworthy act in secret. Yes, my brave boy, but you are going without knowing why, and ye know what an important affair requires your presence here. My father has given me a month to consider the matter, and I shall devote that time to the interests of another. A good deed is often fruitful in good advice. Besides, we will see about it

Starting point is 02:40:11 on my return. How? anxiously asked the general. Don't you like this much? They say that Ulrika Dahlafeld is very beautiful. Tell me, have you seen her? I believe I have, said ordner. Yes, I believe that she is handsome. Well, we joined the governor. Well, said Ordner, she will never be my wife. These cold decisive words startled the general as if he had received a violent blow. He recalled the suspicions of the haughty countess. Ordina, said he, shaking his head.

Starting point is 02:40:47 I ought to be wise, for I have sinned. Well, I am nothing but an old fool. "'Odner, the prisoner has a daughter.' "'Oh!' cried the young man. "'General, I wanted to speak to you of her. "'I ask your protection, father, "'for that helpless and depressed young girl.' "'Indeed,' said the governor gravely,

Starting point is 02:41:07 "'your request is urgent.' "'Odner recovered himself. "'And why should it not be urgent "'for a poor captive whose life, "'and what is far more precious, "'her honour is in danger?' "'Life! Honour!' why i still govern here and i know nothing of all these horrors explain yourself noble father the lives of the prisoner and his defenceless daughter are threatened by an infernal plot what you say is serious what proofs have you

Starting point is 02:41:39 the oldest son of a powerful family is even now at munkholm he is there to seduce countess ethel he told me so himself the general started back good god poor forlorn creature. Ordena. Ordina. Ethel and Schumacher are under my protection. Who is this wretch? What is the name of the family? Ordner approached the general and wrung his hand.

Starting point is 02:42:05 It is the Darlenefeld family. Dahlifeld, said the governor. Yes, it is all clear. Lieutenant Frederick is at Moncombe now. My noble ordner, would they marry you to such a brood? I understand your version, Ordner. The old man, folding his arms, thought for some moments, then clasped Ordiner in his embrace. Ordner, you may go. Your friends shall not lack protection. I will guard them.

Starting point is 02:42:33 Yes, go. You are perfectly right. That infernal Countess Dahlfeld is here. Did you know it? The noble lady, Countess Dahlfeld, said the usher, opening the door. At that name, Ordner mechanically withdrew to the back of the room, and the Countess, entering without seeing him, exclaimed. General, your pupil is deceiving you. He never went to Munkholm. Indeed, said the General. Good gracious, no.

Starting point is 02:43:05 My son Frederick, who has just left the palace, was on duty yesterday in the dungeon, and he saw no one. Really, noble lady, repeated the General. So, added the Countess with a triumphant smile, You need not wait for your ordner any longer, General. The governor was cold and calm. I am no longer expecting him, Countess, it is true. General, said the Countess turning, I thought we were alone.

Starting point is 02:43:35 Who is this? The Countess looked searchingly at Ordinah, who bowed. Really? She continued. I never saw him but once. Still, if it were not for that dress, I should. should say, General, is this the Viceroy's son? Himself, noble lady, said Ordner with another bow.

Starting point is 02:43:58 The Countess smiled. In that case, permit the lady who will soon be more closely allied to you to ask where you were yesterday, Count. Count, I do not think that I am so unfortunate as to have lost my noble father yet, my Lady Countess. Certainly not. that was not my meaning. It is better to become a count by taking a wife

Starting point is 02:44:23 than by losing a father. One is no better than the other, noble lady. The countess, although slightly confused, made up her mind to laugh heartily. Come, the stories that I have heard are true. Your manners are somewhat boorish. But you will grow more used to accepting gifts from fair hands,

Starting point is 02:44:45 when Ulrika Dahlifeld has put the chain of the order of the elephant about your neck. A chain indeed, said Ordinah. You will see, General Levin, resumed the Countess, whose laugh was somewhat forced, that your intractable pupil will not consent to receive his colonel's brevet from a lady's hand either. You are right, Countess, replied Ordinner. A man who wears a sword ought not to owe his epaulets to a petticoat. The great lady's face darkened.

Starting point is 02:45:19 Ho-ho! Whence comes the Baron? Is it really true that Your Highness was not at Monkholm yesterday? Noble Lady, I do not always satisfy all questions. But, General, you and I will meet again. Then, pressing the old man's hand and bowing to the Countess, he quitted the room, leaving the lady, amazed at the extent of her own ignorance,

Starting point is 02:45:43 alone with the governor, who was fueling the man. at the amount of his knowledge. End of Chapter 11 Chapter 12 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia. Chapter 12

Starting point is 02:46:08 The fellow that sits next to him now, parts bread with him, and pledges the breath of him in a divided draft, is the readiest man to kill him. Shakespeare. Tyman of Athens If the reader will transport himself to the highway leading from Trondheim to Skongen, a narrow stony road which skirts Trondheim Fjord until it reaches the village of Vigla,

Starting point is 02:46:33 he will not fail to hear the footsteps of two travellers who left the city by what is known as Skongen Gate, at nightfall, and are rapidly climbing the range of hills up which the path to Vigla winds. Both are wrapped in cloaks. One walks with a firm, youthful step, his body errone, ragged and his head well up. The point of his sword hangs below the hem of his cloak, and in spite of the darkness we see the plume in his cap waving in the breeze. The other is rather taller than his companion, but slightly bent. Upon his back is a hump, doubtless formed by a wallet which is hidden by his large black mantle, whose ragged edges bear witness to its long and faithful service. His only weapon is a stick, with which he supports his rapid and uneven

Starting point is 02:47:18 steps. If darkness prevent our reader from distinguishing the features of the two travellers, he may perhaps recognize them by the conversation which one of them opens after an hour of silent, consequently tedious, travel. Master! My young master! We have reached the point from which Vigla Tower and Trondheim Spires may both be seen at the same time. Before us, on the horizon, that black mass is the tower. Behind us lies the cathedral, its flying buttresses is, darker still against the sky, stand out like the skeleton ribs of a mammoth. Is Vigla far from Skongen? As the other wayfarer.

Starting point is 02:47:58 We have to cross the Ordals, sir. We shall not reach Skongen before three o'clock in the morning. What hour is that striking now? Good heavens, master, you make me shiver. Yes, that is Trondheim clock. The wind brings the sound to us. That's a sign of storm. The northwest wind brings clouds.

Starting point is 02:48:17 In truth, the stars have all disappeared behind us. Pray let us make haste, my noble lord. The storm is close at hand, and Jill's corpse and my escape may already have been discovered in the city. Let us make haste. Willingly. Old man, your load seems heavy. Give it to me. I am younger and stronger than you.

Starting point is 02:48:38 Oh, no, indeed, noble master. It is not for the eagle to carry the shell of the tortoise. I am too far beneath you for you to burden yourself. with my wallet but old man if it tires you it seems heavy what have you in it just now you stumbled and it clinked as if there were iron in it the old man sprang away from the young man it clinked master oh no you are mistaken it contains nothing but food close no it does not tire me sir the young man's friendly offer seemed to give his old comrade a fright which he tried to disguise well replied the young man without noticing it if your bundle does not tire you keep it the old man although his fears were set at rest made haste to change the conversation it is hard to travel by night as fugitives over a road which it would be so agreeable sir to take by day as observers of nature on the shores of the fjord to our left are a quantity of runic stones upon which may be studied inscriptions traced they say by gods and giants On our right, behind the rocks at the edge of the road, lies the salt march of Schult,

Starting point is 02:49:52 which undoubtedly communicates with the sea by some subterranean passage. For the sea-lobworm is caught there, that strange fish which, as your servant and guide, discovered, eat sand. It was in the Vigla Tower, which we are now approaching, that the pagan king Vermont roasted the breasts of St. Ethelreda, that glorious martyr with wood from the true cross, brought to Copenhagen by Olaf III and conquered from him by the Norwegian king. They say that since then repeated attempts have been made to turn that cursed tower into a chapel.

Starting point is 02:50:27 Every cross place there is consumed in its turn by fire from heaven. At this instant a tremendous flash of lightning covered the fjord, the hill, the rocks, the tower, and faded before the two travelers could distinguish any of these objects. They instinctively paused and the lightning was almost immediately followed by a violent peal of thunder, which echoed from cloud to cloud across the sky and from rock to rock along the earth. They raised their eyes. All the stars were hidden, huge clouds rolled rapidly over one another, and the tempest hung like an avalanche above their heads. The tremendous blast, before which all these masses fled, had not yet descended to the trees which no breath stirred,

Starting point is 02:51:08 and upon which no drop of rain had as yet fallen. The roar of the storm was heard aloft, and this with the noise of the fjord was the only sound to be heard in the darkness of the night, made doubly dark by the blackness of the tempest. This tumultuous silence was suddenly interrupted, close beside the travellers, by a growl which made the old man tremble. Omnipotent God! he cried, grasping the young man's arm. That is either the laugh of the devil in the storm, or the voice of! A fresh flesh, a fresh peal cut short his voice.

Starting point is 02:51:43 The tempest then burst with fury as if it had only waited this signal. The travelers drew their cloaks closer, to protect themselves alike from the rain falling in torrents from the clouds, and from the thick dust swept in whirlwinds from the dry earth by a howling blast. Old man, said the youth, a flash of lightning just now showed me Ligla Tower on our right. Let us leave the path and seek shelter there. Shelter in the cursed tower! exclaimed the old man. May sent auspicious protect us. Think, young master, that tower is deserted.

Starting point is 02:52:19 So much the better, old man. We shall not be kept waiting at the door. Think of the abominable act which polluted it. Well, let it purify itself by sheltering us. Come, old man, follow me. I tell you that on such a night I would test the hospitality of a den of thieves. Then, in spite of the old man's remonstrances, he grasped his arm and hastened toward the building,

Starting point is 02:52:41 which, as the frequent flesh, showed him, was close at hand. As they approached, they saw a light in one of the loopholes of the tower. You see, said the young man, that this tower is not deserted. You feel easier now, no doubt. Oh, my God, my God, cried the old man. Where are you taking me, master? St. Despitious forbid that I should enter that oratory of the devil. They had now reached the foot of the tower. The young traveler knocked loudly at the new door of this much dreaded ruin. Calm yourself, old man. Some pious hermit has come hither to sanctify this profane abode by dwelling in it.

Starting point is 02:53:19 No, said his comrade. I will not enter. I'll answer for it that no monk can live here, unless he has one of Bielzebubb's seven chains for a chaplet. However, a light had descended from one narrow window to another, and now shone through the keyhole. You are very late, Nicole, cried a sharp voice. The gallows was erected at noon.

Starting point is 02:53:42 and it takes but six hours to come from Skangen to Vigla. Did you have an extra job? These questions were asked just as the door was opened. The woman who opened it, seeing two strange faces, instead of the one which she expected, uttered a frightened, threatening shriek, and started back. Her appearance was by no means reassuring. She was tall.

Starting point is 02:54:04 She held above her head an iron lamp, which threw a bright light upon her face. Her livid features, her bony angular figure, were corpse-like. and her hollow eyes emitted ominous flashes like those of a funeral torch. She wore a red serge petticoat, reaching to her bare feet, and apparently stained in spots with deeper red. Her fleshless breast was half covered by a man's jacket of the same color, the sleeves of which were cut off at the elbow. The wind, coming in at the open door, blew about her head her long gray hair, which was insecurely fastened with a strip of bark,

Starting point is 02:54:37 and Landon added ferocity to her savage face. "'Good lady,' said the younger of the newcomers. "'The rain falls in floods. "'You have a roof, and we have gold.' His aged comrade plucked him by the cloak, whispering, "'Oh, master, what are you saying? "'If this be not the abode of the devil, "'it is the habitation of some robber.

Starting point is 02:54:57 "'Our money instead of protecting us will be our ruin.' "'Hush,' said the young man, "'and drawing a purse from his bosom, "'he displayed it to his hostess, "'repeating his request as he did so. The woman recovering from her surprise studied them in turn with fixed and haggard eyes. "'Strangers!' she cried at last as if she had not heard their voices. "'Have your guardian angels forsaken you? What would you with the cursed inhabitants of the cursed tower?

Starting point is 02:55:27 Strangers, they were no mortals who sent you here for shelter, or they would have told you, better are the lightning and their storm than the hearth within Vigla Tower. The only living man who may enter here enters the abode of no other human being. He only leaves solitude for a crowd. He lives only by death. He has no place save in the curses of man. He serves their vengeance only. He exists by their crimes alone.

Starting point is 02:55:56 And a vilous criminal, in the hour of his doom, vends on him the universal scorn and feels that he has a right to add to it his own contempt. strangers you must indeed be strangers for your foot does not yet shrink with horror from the threshold of this tower this stirb no longer the she-wolf and her cubs return to the road travelled by the rest of mankind and if you would not be shunned by your fellows do not tell them that your face ever caught the rays of the lamb of the dwellers in vigla tower with these words pointing to the door she advanced toward the two travellers the old man trembled in every limb and looked imploringly at the young man who understanding nothing of the tall woman's words because of the great rapidity of her speech thought her crazy and was in no wise disposed to go out again into the rain which still fell heavily faith good hostess you describe a strange character whose acquaintance i would not lose this chance of making his acquaintance young man is soon made sooner ended if your evil spirit urge you to seek it go kill some living man or profane the dead profane the dead repeated the old man in a faltering voice hiding himself in his companion's shadow i scarcely comprehend the latter said your suggestions which seem somewhat indirect it is shorter to stay here no one but a madman would continue his journey in such weather unhappy man exclaimed the woman do not knock at the door of one who can open no door save that of the tomb and if the door of the tomb should indeed open for me with that of your abode woman it shall not be said that i shrank from an ill-omened word my sword is my safeguard

Starting point is 02:57:45 come close the door for the wind is cold and take this money pah what is your money to me rejoined their hostess precious in your hands in my mind it would become more vile than pewter. Well, stay, if you will, and give me the gold. It may protect you from the storms of heaven. It cannot save me from the scorn of man. Nay, you would pay a higher price for hospitality than others pay for murder. Wait here an instant, and give me your gold. Yes, it is the first time that a man's hands have entered here filled with gold,

Starting point is 02:58:23 without being stained with blood. So saying, after putting down her lamp and barricading the door, she disappeared beneath the arch of a dark staircase built at the back of the room. While the old man shuddered and invoking the glorious Saint-Hospicious under every name, cordially, but in an undertone cursed his young companion's imprudence, the latter took the light, and surveyed the large circular apartment in which they had been left. What he saw as he approached the wall, startled him, and the old man, who had watched him closely, exclaimed, Good God, master, a gallows.

Starting point is 02:58:57 A tall gallows, in fact, rested against the wall, reaching to the keystone of the damp, high-arched roof. Yes, said the young man, and here are saws of wood and iron, chains and iron collars. Here is a wreck and huge pincers hanging over it. Holy saints of paradise! cried the old man. Where are we? The young man calmly went on with,

Starting point is 02:59:21 with his inspection. This is a roll of hemp and court. Here are furnaces and cauldrons. This part of the wall is covered with tongs and scalpel. Here are leathern whips with steel tips, an axe and a maze. This must be the wardrobe of hell! interrupted the old man, terrified by this dreadful catalogue. Here, continued the other, are copper screws, wheels with teeth of bronze, a box of huge nails and a lever. In truth, these are sorry furnishings. It may seem to you heart that my impatience should have brought you hither with me. Really?

Starting point is 03:00:00 You agree to death. The old man was more dead than alive. Do not be frightened. What matters it where you are? I am with you. A fine protection, muttered the old man, whose increasing terror modified his fear and respect for his young companion. A sword three feet long against a gibbet nine feet high. The big red woman returned, and again taking up the iron lamp, beckoned to the travellers to

Starting point is 03:00:26 follow her. They cautiously climbed a narrow, rickety flight of stairs, built in the thickness of the tower wall. At each loophole a blast of wind and rain threatened to extinguish the quivering flame of the lamp, which their hostess shielded with her long transparent hands. After stumbling more than once upon a rolling stone, in which the old man's alarmed fancy saw human bones scattered over the stairs, they reached the next floor. and found themselves in a circular hall like the one below. In the center, according to Gothic custom,

Starting point is 03:00:57 burned the huge fire, the smoke of which escaped through a hole in the roof, but not without perceptibly obscuring the atmosphere of the hall. It was the light from this fire, combined with that of the iron lamp, which had caught the notice of the two wayfarers. A spit, loaded with fresh-killed meat, revolved before the flames.

Starting point is 03:01:16 The old man turned from it in disgust. It was upon that ex-acrobom. hearth, said he to his comrade, that the embers of the true cross consumed the limbs of a saint. A rude table stood some distance away from the fire. The woman invited the travellers to be seated at it. Strangers, said she, placing the lamp before them. Supper will soon be ready, and my husband will probably make haste to get here, for fear the midnight ghost should carry him off as he passes the cursed tower.

Starting point is 03:01:48 Ordena, for the reader has doubtless already guessed that he and his guide, Benignus Biagodry, were the two travellers, could now examine at his leisure the strange disguise, in the concoction of which Benigness had exhausted all the resources of his fertile fancy, spurred on by a dread of recognition and capture. The poor fugitive had exchanged his reindeer-skin garments for a full suit of black, left at the splagest by a famous Trondheim Grammarian, who drowned himself in despair, because he could not find out why Jupiter changed to Jovis in the genitive. His wooden shoes gave place to a stout pair of postilion boots,

Starting point is 03:02:27 whose owner had been killed by his horses, in which his slender shanks had so much spare room that he could not have walked without the aid of half a truss of hay. The huge wig of an elegant young Frenchman, slain by thieves just outside the city gates, concealed his bald pate and floated over his sharp, crooked shoulders. One of his eyes was covered with a plaster, and thanks to a pot of paint which he had found in the pocket of an old maid who died of disappointed love,

Starting point is 03:02:53 his pale hollow cheeks were tinged with an unwanted crimson, an ornament which the rain had now divided with his chin. Before seating himself, he carefully placed beneath him the pack which he carried on his back, first wrapping it in his old mantle, and while he absorbed his comrade's entire attention, all his thoughts seemed centred in the roast, which his hostess was watching, toward which he cast ever and non a glance of anxiety and alarm. Broken ejaculations fell from his lips at intervals.

Starting point is 03:03:23 Human flesh. Horidas epulas. Cannibles? A feast for molo. Ne pueros coram, populo medea trucidet. Where are we? Atreus. Druidus.

Starting point is 03:03:39 Irmen'sul. The devil struck lichen with lightning. Finally he exclaimed. good heavens god be thanked i see a tale ordner who having watched and listened attentively had closely followed the train of his thoughts could not help smiling that tale need not comfort you it may be the devil's hind quarter spiagodry did not hear this pleasantry his eyes were riveted on the back of the room he trembled and whispered in ordner's ear master look yonder on that heap of straw in the shadow well what is it said ordner three naked bodies the corpses of three children some one is knocking at the door cried the red woman who was squatting by the fire In fact, a knock followed by two louder raps was heard above the ever-increasing din of the storm. "'It is here at last. It is nickel.'

Starting point is 03:04:35 And seizing the lamp, their hostess hurried downstairs. The two travellers had not had time to resume their conversation when they heard a confused murmur of voices below, in the midst of which they caught these words, uttered in a voice which made Biagogy start and shiver. "'Be quiet, woman, we shall stay. the thunderbolt enters without waiting for the door to be opened spiagri pressed closer to ordner master master he quavered we are lost the sound of footsteps was heard on the stairs and two men in ecclesiastic dress entered the room followed by the startled hostess one of these men was tall and wore the black gown and clothes clipped hair of the lutheran minister the other was shorter and wore hermit's robe tied with a girdle of rope the

Starting point is 03:05:23 the hood drawn over his face concealed all but his long black beard and his hands were entirely hidden by his flowing sleeves when he saw these two peaceful strangers spiagody recovered from the terror which the peculiar voice of one of them had caused don't be alarmed my good lady said the minister christian ministers do good even to those who injure them why should they harm those who helped them we humbly beg for shelter if the reverend gentleman with me spoke harsh to you just now, he was wrong to forget the gentle voice recommended to us in our ordination vows. Alas, the most saintly may err. I lost my way on the road from Skongen to Trondheim, and could find no guide through the darkness, no shelter from the storm. This reverent brother, whom I encountered, being like myself far from home, deign to allow me to accompany him hither. He praised your kind hospitality, dear lady. Doubtless he was not mistaken. He was not mistaken. Do not say to us like the wicked shepherd, Advene, Coor Intras. Take us in, worthy hostess,

Starting point is 03:06:31 and God will save your crops from the storm. God will protect your flocks from the tempest, as you give a refuge to travelers who have gone astray. Old man, broke in the woman in a fierce voice. I have neither crops nor flocks. Well, if you are poor, God blesses the poor more than the witch. You and your husband shall live to a good old age, respected, not for your wealth, but for your virtues. Your children shall grow up blessed in the esteem of all men, and be what their father was before them.

Starting point is 03:07:04 Silence! cried the hostess. If they continue to be what we are, our children must grow old as we have, scorned by all. A scorn handed down from generation to generation. Silence, old man. Your blessing turns to curses on. our heads. "'Heavens!' returned the minister.

Starting point is 03:07:24 "'Who then are you? Amid what crimes do you pass your life?' "'What do you call crime? What do you call virtue? We enjoy one privilege. We can possess no virtue and commit no crime.' "'The woman's reason wonders,' said the minister, turning to the little hermit who was drying his coarse robe before the fire. "'No, priest,' replied the woman. "'Learn where you are. I would rather insisting inspire horror than pity. I am not mad but the wife of... A prolonged and violent knocking at the door drowned her words, to the great disappointment of spiagodry and ordina who had silently listened to the dialogue.

Starting point is 03:08:06 Cursed, muttered the red woman, be the mayor and council of Skongen, who gave us this tower so near the high road for our dwelling. Perhaps that is not Nicole now. Still, she took up the lamp. After all, if it be another traveller, what matters it? The brook can flow where the torrent has passed. The four travellers left alone examined each other by the firelight. Spiagudry terrified at first by the hermit's voice and then reassured by his black beard

Starting point is 03:08:37 might have trembled afresh if he had seen the piercing eye with which the monk observed him from beneath his cowl. In the general silence the minister ventured a question. brother monk i presume that you are one of the catholic priests who escaped from the last persecution and that you were returning to your retreat when i was fortunate enough to meet you can you tell me where we are the broken door of the ruined staircase opened before the hermit could answer woman led the storm but burst and there is always a crowd to sit at our hated board and take shelter beneath our cursed roof nikahar replied the wife. I could not help it. What do I care how many guests you have, provided

Starting point is 03:09:23 they pay. Money is as well earned by lodging a traveler as by strangling a thief. The speaker paused at the door, and the four strangers had ample opportunity to examine him. He was a man of colossal size, dressed like their hostess in red serge. His enormous

Starting point is 03:09:39 head seemed to rest directly upon his broad shoulders, in strong contrast with his gracious lady's long bony neck. He had a low forehead, flat nose, and thick eyebrows. His eyes, rimmed with red, shone like burning coals in a pool of blood. The lower part of his face was shaved smooth, exposing his big mouth, whose black lips were parted in a hideous grin, like the gaping edges of a never-healing wound. Two wisps of frizzled beard, extending from his cheeks to his chin, made his face seem square

Starting point is 03:10:09 when seen from the front. He wore a gray felt hat, which dripped with rain, and which he did not deign to remove in the presence of the four travelers. As he looked at him, Benignus Biagodry uttered a cry of fright, and the Lutheran minister turned away, struck with horror and surprise, while the master of the house, recognizing, addressed him thus. Ha! What, are you here, minister? Indeed, I did not expect to have the pleasure of seeing your scared and woe-be-gone

Starting point is 03:10:37 face again to-day. The priest massed at his first feeling of repulsion. His face became serious and serene. and I, my son, rejoice at the chance which has brought together the shepherd and the lost sheep, to the end, no doubt, that the sheep may return to the fold. Ah, by hammer and skibbert, rejoined the other with a loud laugh. This is the first time that ever I was compared to a sheep. Believe me, father, if you would flatter the vulture, you must not call him a dove.

Starting point is 03:11:10 He you can change the vulture to a dove, consoles, my son. and does not flatter. You think that I fear you, and I only pity you. You must indeed have a goodly store of pity. I should have fancied that you had exhausted it all on that poor devil, to whom you displayed your cross this morning, in the hope of hiding my gallows from his eyes. That unfortunate man, replied the priest, was less to be pitied than you, for he wept, and you laugh. Happy is he who learns in the moment of atonement, how much less powerful is man's arm than the word of God. Well, sad, father, replied the host with a horrid and

Starting point is 03:11:50 ironical mirth. Happy is he who weeps. That fellow to-day, moreover, had no other fault than that of loving the king so much that he could not live without making his majesty's picture upon little copper medals, which he then gilded artistically to render them more worthy of the royal effigy. Our gracious sovereign was not ungrateful, and rewarded him for such a display of affection with a fine, Hempen decoration, which, let me inform my worthy guests, was conferred upon him this very day,

Starting point is 03:12:20 in Skongen Marketplace, by me, Lord Chancellor of the Order of the Gibbet, assisted by this gentleman here present, Grand Chaplain of the said order. Stop, wretched man, broke in the priest. How can he who punishes forget that punishment awaits us all? Listen to the thunder. Well, for this thunder, Satan's laughter. good god he has just looked on death and he blasphemes a truth to your sermon's old fool cried the host in a loud angry tone unless you would curse the angel of darkness who has brought us together twice in one day in the same carriage and under the same roof imitate your friend the hermit who is silent for he longs to be back again in his cave at linras i thank you brother monk for the blessing which i see you bestow upon the cursed tower every morning as you cross the hill but the fact is that you always seem tall to me until now and that black beard of yours looked white are you sure that you are the hermit of linras the only hermit in the province of trontime i am the only one said the hermit in a hollow voice "'Ah, we are then,' rejoined his host, the two recluses of the district.

Starting point is 03:13:34 "'Hollow, Becky, make haste with that roast lamp, for I am hungry. I was detained at Burlock Village by that confounded Dr. Menrill, who would only give me twelve escalines for the corpse. "'That miserable fellow who keeps the Trondheim's pledges gets forty. "'Ah, Master Perrywig! "'What's the matter with you? "'Are you going to tumble over?' "'By the way, Becky, have you finished the skeleton of that famous?

Starting point is 03:13:58 magician or Jivius the poisoner. It is high time it was delivered to the Bergen Museum. Did you send one of your little pigs to the mayor of Lovic to get what he owes me? Four double crowns for boiling a witch and two alchemists, and for removing several chains from the crossbeams of his tribunal, which they disfigured. Twenty escalants for hanging Ishmael Typhane, a Jew against whom the good bishop entered a complaint, and a crown for putting a new wooden arm to the stone gallows of the tower. "'You wages!' replied his wife. in sour tones.

Starting point is 03:14:30 Remain in the mayor's hands, because your son forgot to take a wooden spoon to receive the money, and none of the judge's servants were willing to put it into his hand. The husband frowned. Only let their necks fall into my hands, and they shall see whether I need a wooden spoon

Starting point is 03:14:47 to touch them. But we must manage the mayor carefully, for it is to him that robber Iva complained that he was put to the wreck by me and not by a regular executioner, alleging that, as he has to be able to be. had not yet been tried. He was not upon my level. By the way, wife, do keep the children from playing with my nippers and pincers. They have spoiled all my tools so that I really could not use

Starting point is 03:15:09 them today. Where are they, the little monsters? added the man, going up to the heap of straw, whereas Biagudry had fancied that he saw three dead bodies. Here they are in bed. They sleep through all our noise as soundly as if they had been hanged. From these words whose grim horror was in strong contrast with the speaker's mirth and fierce frightful composure, the reader will have guessed who was the inhabitant of the Vigla Tower. Spiagodry, who upon his first appearance, recognized him from having often seen him act in his official capacity in the Trondheim marketplace, felt ready to faint, particularly when he considered his own powerful personal motive for dreading this awful personage.

Starting point is 03:15:50 He leaned over to Ordena and said in scarcely articulate tones, It is Nicole Orychix, the hangman of the province of Trondheim. Ordner, at first, struck with horror, shuddered and regretted both his journey and the storm. But soon a peculiar feeling of curiosity took possession of him, and although he pitied his old guide's distress and terror, he devoted his entire attention to observing the speech and manners of the singular being before him. Just as a man might listen eagerly to the growl of a hyena or the roar of a tiger, from the desert to one of our great cities.

Starting point is 03:16:26 Poor Benignus was far from being sufficiently easy in his mind to make psychological observations. Hidden behind Ordinner, he drew his mantle closely about him, raised a restless hand to his plaster, pulled the back of his loose Perrywick over his face, and sighed heavily. Meantime, the hostess had dished up the joint of roast lamp, with its reassuring tail, on a large earthen platter. The hangman seated himself opposite Ordner and spruce. Biagudry, between the two clergymen, and his wife, after putting upon the table a jug of sweetened beer, a piece of rindebroad, and five wooden plates, sat down by the fire and

Starting point is 03:17:04 busied herself in sharpening her husband's dull tools. "'There, reverend, sir,' said Orich's laughing, "'the sheep offers you a piece of lamb. "'And you, sir, periwig. "'Was it the wind that blew your hair over your face?' "'The wind, sir, the storm,' stammered the trembling spiaggart. "'Come, pluck up a spirit, old boy. You see that these reverent gentlemen and I are good fellows? Tell us who you are, and who your silent young friend is, and talk a bit. If your conversation is

Starting point is 03:17:36 as amusing as your person, it must be funny, indeed. "'You worship jests,' said the keeper pursing his lips, showing his teeth and winking, to make himself look merry. "'I am but the poor old man.' "'Yes,' interrupted the jovial hangman. "'Some old scientists.' some old sorcerer. Oh, my lord and master! A scientist, but no sorcerer! Ah, so much the worse.

Starting point is 03:18:01 A sorcerer would complete our joyful son, Hedderim. Gentlemen and guests, let us drink to restore this old sages speech, so that he may enliven us at supper. The health of the man we hanged today, brother preacher. Well, father, monk, do you refuse my beer? The hermit had indeed drawn from under his gown a large gourd of clear water,

Starting point is 03:18:22 from which he filled his glass. Zounds, hermit of liners, cried the hangman. If you will not taste my beer, I will taste the water which you prefer to it. So be it, answered the hermit. I first take off your glove-worthy brother, answered the hangman. Water should always be poured with the bare hand. The hermit shook his head, saying, It is a vow.

Starting point is 03:18:48 Well then, poor, said the hangman. Hardly had Orojigs raised the glass to his lips when he set it down hastily, while the hermit drained his at a draft. By the holy grail! Good hermit! What is that infernal stuff? I have not drank its like since the day that I came near drowning in my voyage from Copenhagen to Drontime. Truly, hermit, that is no water from Linra's spring. It is salt water. Salt water? repeated spiagery, his terror increasing as he looked at the hermit's glove. well well said the hangman turning toward him with a loud laugh ha so everything alarms you old epsolm even to the drink of a holy monk who chooses to mortify his flesh alas no master but salt water there is but one man come come you don't know what you are talking about sir doctor your distress must be caused by your bad conscience or else you despise our company these words uttered in a humorous tone reminded spiagudry that he must need to be caused by your bad conscience or else you despise our company these words uttered in a humorous tone reminded spiardry that he must need hide his fears. To mollify his much dreaded host, he called his vast memory to his aid,

Starting point is 03:19:57 and summoned up all the presence of mind which was left to him. I despise you. You, my lord and master, you whose presence in a province gives that province the Merum Imperium, you mighty hangman, the executioner of secular vengeance, the sword of justice, the shield of innocence. You, whom Aristotle in the sixth book and last chapter of his politics, ranks with magistrates, and whose salary paris de Puteo in his treatise de syndico fixes at five gold crowns, as his passage proves, quenque aureos manivolto. You, sir, whose Kornstadt's colleagues were nobled when they had cut off three hundred heads. You whose terrible but most honorable functions are performed with pride in Franconia by the most recent bridegroom, in Reutlingen by the youngest of the

Starting point is 03:20:49 city councillors in stadion by the last-made citizen. And do I not also know, good master, that your colleagues in France have the right of Havadium, upon every leper, upon pigs, and upon Cagon Epiphany Eve? How could I fail to feel the deepest respect for you when the abbot of Saint-Germain-Depre gives you a boar's head every year on St. Vincent's Day, and puts you at the head of his procession? Here the Keepers' erudite flow of fancy was abruptly cut short by the hangman. Upon my word, this is the first that I have heard of it. The learned abbot of whom you speak, my worthy friend,

Starting point is 03:21:28 has hitherto defrauded me of all these fine privileges which you describe in such attractive fashion. Strangers, continued Orichs, aside from all this old fool's extravagant nonsense, it is quite true that I have missed my career. I am only the poor hangman of a poor province. While I certainly ought to have done better than still isn't, decoy the famous hangman of Moscow. Would you believe that I am the same man who was chosen

Starting point is 03:21:54 twenty-four years ago to behead Schumacher? Schumacher, Count of Griffinfeld? exclaimed Ordiner. Does that surprise you, Sir Asylum? Yes, that self-same Schumacher, who, strange to say, would again fall into my hands should it please the king to recall his reprieve. Let us empty this jug, gentlemen, and I will tell you how it happens that after so brilliant a beginning, I end my career so miserably. In 1676, I was assistant to Rumsdewald, the royal hangman at Copenhagen. At the time of Count Griffinfeld's sentence, my master falling ill, I was, thanks to my powerful patrons, selected to act in his place. On June 5th, I shall never forget that day, at five o'clock in the morning, assisted by the carpenter, I erected in the

Starting point is 03:22:43 public square a huge gallows, which we hung with black out of respect for the prisoner. At eight, the king's guard surrounded a scaffold, and the Schleswig Ulans kept back the crowd that thronged the square. Who would not have been dazzled in my place? erect, and sword in hand, I stood waiting on the platform. All eyes were upon me. At that moment, I was the most important personage in the two kingdoms. My fortune thought I is made, for what could all these great lords who have sworn the chancellor's ruin, do without me. I already regarded myself as the royal hangman of the town, by letters patent. I had servants and privileges of every sort.

Starting point is 03:23:24 Just this and. The clock on the fortress struck ten. The prisoner left his cell, crossed the square, and ascended the scaffold with a firm step and calm face. I wanted to tie his hair. He refused and himself performed this last office. It is a long time, he said smilingly to the prior. of St. Andrews, since I dressed my own hair. I offered him the black bandage. He declined it scornfully,

Starting point is 03:23:48 but without showing any contempt for me. My friend, said he, this is perhaps the first time on record that the space of a few feet ever held the two officers representing the extremes of the law, the chancellor and the executioner. Those words have remained graven on my memory. He also refused the black cushion, which I would have given him for his niece, embraced the priest, and after declaring his innocence in a loud voice. Then I broke his escutcheon with a single blow of my maize, crying aloud as is the custom, This is not done without just cause.

Starting point is 03:24:23 This affront shook the count's firm bearing. He turned pale, but soon mastered himself and said, The king gave me my arms. The king can take them from me. He placed his head on the block, turned his eyes toward the east, and I raised my sword in both hands. And now listen.

Starting point is 03:24:41 At that instant a shout fell upon my ears. Pardon in the king's name. Pardon for Schumacher. I turned. I saw a royal aide-de-con, galloping toward the gallows, waving a parchment. The count rose with a look not of pleasure, but of satisfaction. The parchment was handed to him.

Starting point is 03:25:01 Good God, cried he. Imprisonment for life. Their mercy is more cruel than death. He stepped, looking like a thief from the scaffold, which he had mounted so severely. serenely. It was nothing to me. I had no idea that this man's salvation meant my ruin. After removing the scaffold, I returned to my master, still full of hope, although slightly disappointed at losing the golden crown, my fee for removing ahead. That was not all. Next day, I received an order to

Starting point is 03:25:31 leave the city, and an appointment as executioner for the province of Trondheim. A provincial hangman, and that in the most miserable province of Norway. Now you shall see, gentlemen, how small causes sometimes bring about great results. The Count's enemies, by way of displaying their generosity, had done all in their power to keep back the pardon until the execution was over. It lacked but one minute. They blamed me for being so slow, as if it would have been decent to prevent an illustrious man from amusing himself for a few moments before he breathed his last.

Starting point is 03:26:08 As if a royal executioner, beheading a Lord High Chancellor, could act with no more dignity and sense of proportion than a country hangman turning of a Jew. Ill will was added to this. I had a brother. Indeed, I think I have one still. He had changed his name and succeeded in finding employment in the house of the new Chancellor, Count Dallefeld.

Starting point is 03:26:28 My presence in Copenhagen disturbed a scoundrel. My brother despised me, because it might someday fall to my lot to hang him. Here the fluent narrator stopped to give vent to his mirth, then he went on. You see, my dear guests, that I made the best of it. The deuce take ambition. I ply my calling honestly. I sell my dead bodies, or Becky turns them into skeletons,

Starting point is 03:26:53 which the Belgian Anatomical Museum buys. I laugh at everything, even at that poor woman who was a gypsy, and whom solitude has driven mad. My three heirs are growing up in the fear of the Davil and the gallows. My name is the terror of all the children in Trondheim. The city council furnish me with a cart and red clothes. The cursed tower protects me from rain, as well as the bishop's palace could do. Old priests driven hither by a storm, preach to me, learned man fawn upon me. In fine, I am as happy as most people. I drink, eat, hang and sleep.

Starting point is 03:27:28 The hangman did not close this long speech without frequent interludes of beer and noisy bursts of laughter. He kills and he sleeps, murmured the minister. Poor wretch! What a lucky fellow the rascal is! exclaimed the hermit. Yes, brother, monk, said the hangman. Just as much of a rascal as you are, but assuredly much luckier. You see, the business would be a capital one if people did not seem to take pleasure in cutting down my profits. Would you believe it? Some great wedding has just afforded the chaplain newly appointed to Trondheim, a pretext for asking the pardon of twelve criminals, who really belonged to me. Belonged to you, cried the minister.

Starting point is 03:28:16 Oh, yes, to be sure, father. Seven of them were sentenced to be whipped, two to be branded on the left cheek, and three to be hanged, which makes twelve in all. Yes, I shall lose twelve crowns and thirteen escalines if the pardon is granted. What do you think, strangers, of such a chaplain, who disposes so easily of my property. That confounded priest's name is Athanasius Munder. Oh, if I could only get hold of him. The minister rose and said in a quiet voice with a calm manner, My son, I am Athanasius Mander.

Starting point is 03:28:50 At these words, Orrogix's face became inflamed with fury. He started from his seat. Then his angry eye met the friendly gaze of the chaplain, and he sat down again slowly, in mute confusion. there was a momentary silence ordner who had risen from the table ready to defend the priest was first to break it nicol oriix said he here are thirteen crowns to pay for the pardon of those prisoners alas interrupted the minister who knows whether i can obtain their pardon i must first manage to get a word with the vice-wise son for it all depends upon his marrying the chancellor's daughter sir chaplain answered the young man in a firm voice Your wish shall be granted. Even if Ordinar Gouldenlev never wears the marriage ring,

Starting point is 03:29:38 the chains on your protegees shall be loosed. Young stranger, you can do nothing in the matter, but God hears and will reward you. Meantime, Ordina's thirteen crowns had finished the work which the priest's mild gaze began. Nicholl's anger, being allayed, he recovered his good humour. Ah, come, Reverend Sir, you are a good man, worthy to serve in St. Hilary's chapel.

Starting point is 03:30:02 I spoke more harshly than I intended. You do but follow your own path. It is not your fault if it crosses mine. But there is one man to whom I do bear a grudge. And that's the guardian of the dead at Trondheim, that old sorcerer, the keeper of the spladgest. Uh, what's his name now? Spley-ogree?

Starting point is 03:30:22 Spedegree. Tell me, you old philosopher, who seemed to be a perfect babel of learning. You who know everything, can't you help me to remember the name of that magic? your brother? You must have met him sometimes of a sabbath, riding through the air on a broomstick, eh? Certainly if poor Benignus could have escaped at that moment upon some such Ariel's deed, the narrator of this story doubts not that he would most gladly have trusted his frail and terrified

Starting point is 03:30:49 body to its tender mercies. Never before was his love of life so strong as now that he clearly perceived the extreme imminence of his danger. Everything that he saw frightened him, the legends of the cursed tower, the wild-upy-upyed. eyes of the red woman, the voice, gloves and the beverage of the mysterious monk, the rash courage of his young companion, and especially the hangman, the hangman into whose abode he had fallen in his effort to escape from the charge of crime. He trembled so violently that he could scarcely move, particularly when the conversation turned upon himself, and he heard the dreadful Orogix's question. As he had no desire to imitate the heroism of the priest,

Starting point is 03:31:29 his faltering tongue found great difficulty in framing a reply. Well, repeated the hangman. Don't you know the name of the keeper of the splages? Does your wig make you deaf? Somewhat, sir, but... He finally stammered out. I don't know his name. I swear I don't.

Starting point is 03:31:47 He don't know? said the hermit's terrible voice. He does wrong to take oath to it. That man's name is Benignus Speaktery. My name? My name? great heavens exclaimed the affrighted old man the hangman burst out laughing and who said that it was your name we are talking of that dog of a keeper in good sooth this learned fellow is scared at nothing how would it be if his ridiculous grimaces had a genuine cause it would be fun to hang the old fool so then venerable doctor added the hangman whom spiagody's fierce and attained you do not know this benigness

Starting point is 03:32:32 Biagudry. No, master, said the keeper, somewhat reassured by his disguise. I assure you, I don't know him, and since he is so unfortunate as to displease you, I should be very sorry, master, indeed I should, if I did know the fellow. And you, Hermit, said Orrjix, you seem to know him. Yes, truly, replied the hermit. He is a tall, dried up, bald, old fellow. spiagodry justly alarmed at this minute description hastily adjusted his wig he has added the hermit long hands like those of a thief who has not seen a traveller for a week a bent back

Starting point is 03:33:18 spiagudri sat up as straight as he could moreover he might easily be taken for one of the corpses in his charge if he had not such sharp eyes spiagudri clapped his hand to his plaster ah many thanks father said the hangman i shall know the old jew now wherever i may run across him spiagudri who was an excellent christian indignant that this intolerable insult could not help exclaiming a jew master then he stopped short trembling lest he had said too much oh well jew or pagan what does it matter which if he have dealings with the devil as they say he has i should readily believe it we joined the hermit with a sarcastic smile not quite hidden by his cowl if he were not such a coward but how could he covenant with satan he is as cowardly as he is wicked when fear takes possession of him he actually forgets his own identity. The hermit spoke slowly, as if with intention, the very deliberation of his words lending them peculiar force. He forgets his own identity, mentally repeated Spiagudry.

Starting point is 03:34:34 Ah, it is a pity for a bad man to be a coward, said the hangman, for he is not worth hating. We fight a serpent, but we can only crush a lizard. Spiagudy ventured a few words in his own defense. But gentlemen, are you sure that the official of whom you speak is really what you say? Is his reputation so bad? His reputation, repeated the hermit. He has the worst reputation of any man in the district. Benigness in his disappointment turned to the hangman.

Starting point is 03:35:07 Master, what fault have you to find with him? For I do not doubt that your dislike is just. You are right, old man, not to doubt it. As his trait resembles mine, Spiagodry does all he can to injure me. Oh, master, never believe it! Or if it be so, it is because he never saw you, as I have, surrounded by your good wife and lovely children, admitting strangers to the delights of your domestic circle, had he enjoyed your kind hospitality as I have, sir,

Starting point is 03:35:39 the unfortunate man could never be your enemy. Spiagodry had scarcely ended this wily speech, when the tall woman, who had been silent until then, rose and said in a sharp, stern voice, The viper's tongue is never more venomous than when it is smeared with honey. Then she sat down again and went on polishing her pincers, a task whose hoarse-grating sound filling up the spaces in the conversation

Starting point is 03:36:05 performed the office of the chorus in a Greek tragedy at the expense of the ears of the four travellers. That woman is crazy indeed, thought the keeper, unable us. otherwise to explain the ill effect of his flattery. "'Beggy is right, my fair-haired sage,' exclaimed the hangman. "'I shall think you have a viper's tongue, if you defend that spiagody much longer.' "'God forbid, master!' exclaimed the latter.

Starting point is 03:36:31 "'I would not defend him for the world.' "'Very good. You do not know how far he carries his insolence.' "'Would you believe that the impudent scamp is bold enough to dispute my right to the possession of hands of Iceland?' hands of iceland exclaimed the hermit yes to be sure do you know that famous knave yes said the hermit well every thief belongs to the hangman doesn't he what does that infernal's biagudry do he asked to have a prize set upon the head of hans he asked to have a price set upon the head of hands interrupted the hermit he had the audacity to do so and and that simply that the body might fall to his share and i might be defrauded of my property what an outrage master orichicks to dare to dispute your right to a thing which so plainly belongs to you these words were accompanied by a malicious smile which alarmed spiagody er the trick is all the worse hermit because i only need one good hanging such as that of hands would be to remove me for my and to make the fortune which I fail to make by beheading Schumacher.

Starting point is 03:37:50 Indeed, Master Nicol. Ah, yes, brother monk, on the day that Hans is arrested, come and see me, and we will sacrifice a fat pig to my future greatness. Gladly, but who knows whether I shall be at liberty upon that day? Besides, you just now send ambition to the devil. Oh, why not, father? when I see that to destroy my best-founded hopes, it only needs a spiagodry and the request to set a price upon a man's head. Ah, repeated the hermit in a peculiar tone.

Starting point is 03:38:28 So, spiagodry, as that a price be set. That voice was to the wretched keeper what the toad's eye is to a bird. A gentleman, he urged, why judge rashly, it is not at all she. sure it may be a false report a false report cried oryx the thing is but too certain the petition of the city council supported by the signature of the keeper of the pledges is in trontime at this very moment it only waits the decision of his excellency the governor-general the hangman was so well informed that spiagodry dared not continue his defence he contented himself with swearing inwardly for the hundreds time at his youthful companion but what was his horror when he was he he heard the hermit who for some moments had seemed lost in thought suddenly exclaim in bantering tones master nickel what is the penalty for sacrilege these words produced the same effect on spiagody as if his periwig and plaster had been torn off he anxiously awaited the

Starting point is 03:39:36 reply of oryx who stopped to empty his glass ah that depends on the nature of the sacrilege said the hangman suppose it was profaning the dead upon this the shivering spiagody expected every instant to hear his name issue from the lips of the unaccountable monk formerly coolly remarked oryx they buried the offender alive with the body he had outraged and now now the punishment is milder is milder said spiagudry scarcely daring to breathe yes rejoined the hangman with the satisfied and indifferent air of an artist talking of his own art. They brand him first, with a hot iron, with the letter S on the calf of the leg. And then, broke in the old keeper, upon whom it would have been difficult to inflict this part of the sentence. Then, said the executioner, they merely hang him. Mercy, said Spiagudry. Hang him.

Starting point is 03:40:39 Well, what's the matter with you? You look at me as the victim looks at the gallows. I am glad, said the hermit, to see that people are growing more humane. At this moment the storm having ceased, the clear intermittent sound of a horn was distinctly heard outside. Nicol, said his wife. They are in search of some malefactor. That's the horn of the bowman. The horn of the bowman.

Starting point is 03:41:09 The horn of the bowman. The horn of the bowman. The horn of the bowman. repeated each of the company in different accents but spiagery in tones of unmistakable terror they had scarcely uttered the words when there was a knock at the door end of chapter twelve chapter thirteen of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon algern alger this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter thirteen only a man a son a son a son sign is needed. The elements of revolution are ready. Who will be the first? So soon as there is a fulcrum, everything will move. Bonaparte. Lovic is a large town situated on the north side of Trondheim Fjord and sheltered by a low chain of bare hills, singularly diversified by various

Starting point is 03:42:05 sorts of crops, like broad bits of mosaic resting upon the horizon. The appearance of the town is gloomy, The fisherman's cabins made of twigs and reeds, the conical hut constructed of earth and stones, in which the invalid miner spends the few days which his scanty savings allow him to devote to sunshine and rest, and the frail ruin which the Shamwa hunter in his turn decks with a straw roof and walls hung with skins, line streets longer than the town itself, because they are narrow and crooked. In a square, where now exist only the remains of a great tower, once stood the ancient fortress built by Horda the fine archer, Lord of Lovic, and brother in arms of the pagan King Halftan, occupied in 1698 by the mayor of the town, who would have been

Starting point is 03:42:51 the best-lodged citizen in the city if it had not been for the silvery stork who every summer perched on the tip of the sharp spire of the church, like the white pearl on the top of a mandarin's pointed cap. On the morning of the same day that Ordner reached Trondheim, another personage, also incognito landed at Lovic. His gilded litter, although without armorial bearings, his four tall lackeys, armed to the teeth, instantly became the topic of every conversation, and drows the curiosity of all. The landlord of the Golden Gull, a small tavern at which the great man alighted, himself assumed an air of mystery, and answered every question with an, I don't know, which seemed to imply, I know all, but you shall know nothing.

Starting point is 03:43:37 The tall lackeys were as mute as fishes, and more obscure than the mouth of a mine. The mayor shut himself up in his tower, waiting with great dignity for the stranger to make the first visit, but the inhabitants were soon surprised to see him call twice at the golden gull in vain, and that evening lie in wait for a bow from the stranger as he said at the half-open window. From this the gossips inferred that the great man had made his high rank known to the Lord Mayor. They were mistaken. A messenger sent by the stranger presented himself at the mayor's office to get his passport signed, and the mayor noticed upon the green seal two crossed hands supporting an ermine mantle,

Starting point is 03:44:17 surmounted by a count's coronet upon a shield from which depended the collars of the orders of the elephant and the Dunabroke. This was enough for the mayor, who was most desirous of obtaining from the chancellor the Lord Mayority of Trondheim. But his advances were useless, for the great men would see no one. The second day of the traveller's stay in Lovic was drawing to its close when the landlord entered his room, saying with a low bowed that the messenger expected by his grace had arrived. Very well, said his grace. Let him come up. A moment later the messenger entered, carefully closed the door, then bowing to the ground before the stranger, who had half turned toward him, waited in respectful silence until he should be addressed. I expected you this morning, said the stranger. What detained you?

Starting point is 03:45:09 The interests of your grace count. Have I another thought? How is Elfiger? How is Frederick? Yeah, well. Good, good, broke in the master. Have you nothing more interesting to tell me? What is the news at Trondheim?

Starting point is 03:45:25 Nothing, except that Baron Thorwig arrived there yesterday. Yes, I know that he wanted to consult. that old Mecklenberger, Levin, about his marriage. Do you know the result of his interview with the governor? Today at noon when I left, he had not yet seen the general. What? And he arrived last night? You surprise me, Ma's deemann. And had he seen the countess? Still as, sir. Then you saw him. Ah, no, noble master. Besides, I do not know him. And how, if no one has seen him, do you know that he is in trontheim through his servant who was at the governor's palace yesterday but he did he go elsewhere his servant declares that as soon as he arrived he set off for munkholm after first visiting the spladgest the count's eye flashed fire for munkholm for schumacher's prison are you positive i always suspected that honest levin of being a traitor for mungholm what can be the

Starting point is 03:46:32 detraction there? Did he want to ask Schumacher's advice also? Did he, Noble Lord, interrupted Ma's demon, it is by no means certain that he went there. What? Then why did you say so? Are you trifling with me? Pardon me, your grace, I merely repeated what the Baron's servant said. But Mr. Frederick, who was on duty yesterday at Monkorn, saw nothing of Baron Ordner. And that is no proof. My son does not know the Viceroy's son. ordner may have entered the fortress in disguise. Yes, sir, but Mr. Frederick asserts that he saw no one. The Count grew calmer.

Starting point is 03:47:11 That's a different matter. Did my son really say so? He assured me of the fact three separate times, and Mr. Frederick's interests in this case are identical with your own. This suggestion quite relieved the Count. Ah, said he, I understand. The Baron on his arrival,

Starting point is 03:47:31 must have wished to take a short sail on the fjord and his servant fancied that he went to munkholm after all why should he go there i was foolish to take alarm my son-in-law's lack of eagerness to see old levin proves on the contrary that his affection for him is not so strong as i feared you will hardly believe it my dear masdemon added the count but i actually imagined that ordner was in love with ethel schumacher and i constructed a romance and an intrigue out of this journey to Monkholm. But thank God, Ordner, is not such a fool as I am. By the way, my friend, how fares it with that young Danae in Frederick's hands? Marseman had shared his master's fears regarding Ethel Schumacher and had struggled against them without overcoming them quite so readily. However, charmed to see his master's smile, he took care not to disturb his peace of mind, but rather sought to add to it that he might increase that serene temper so necessary in the great for the well-being of their favorites.

Starting point is 03:48:36 Noble Count, your son has failed with Schumacher's daughter, but it seems that another has been more fortunate. The Count interrupted him eagerly. Another? What other? Oh, I don't know. Some peasant, serf, or vessel? Do you speak the truth? cried the Count, his stern, dark face beaming. Mr. Frederick declares that it is so, and he told the Countess to say. the same story. The Count rose and paced the room, rubbing his hands. Must demon, dear must demon, but one more effort and our end is gained. The young shoot is blasted. We have only to uproot the parentry. Have you any other good news?

Starting point is 03:49:20 This Poulson has been murdered? The Count's features brightened. Ah, you see that we advance from victory to victory. Have we his papers? About all have we that iron casket. I regret to inform your grace that the murder was not committed by our people. He was killed and robbed upon Urlchdale's hands, and the deed is attributed to Hands of Iceland. Hands of Iceland, repeated his master, his brow again clouding. What, that famous brigand whom we meant to put in charge of our rebellion? The same noble count, and I fear from what I can gather that it will be no easy task to find him. great, I have secured a leader who will take his name, and can replace him if necessary.

Starting point is 03:50:06 A wild mountaineer, tall and strong as an oak, fierce and bold as a wolf in a wilderness of snow, this terrible giant must surely look much like the real hands of Iceland. Then hands of Iceland is tall, in quiet account. That is the general opinion, your grace. I cannot but admire, my dear must-demon, the art with which you lay your plans. When is the insurrection to break out? Oh, very soon, Your Grace. Perhaps it is on foot even now.

Starting point is 03:50:35 The Royal Protectorate has long been odious to the miners. They all grasp with joy at the idea of revolt. The movement will begin at Gultbansthal, extend to Sondmour and reach Kongsberg. 2,000 miners can be raised in three days. The rebellion will be kindled in Schumacher's name. Our emissaries use no other. The reserve forces in the south and the garrisons at Trondy, and Skongen can be called out, and you will be here on the spot, most opportunely, to put down

Starting point is 03:51:04 the rebellion, a fresh and significant service in the eyes of the king, and to rid him of this Schumacher, the source of such anxiety to the throne. Upon these firm foundations will rise the structure to be crowned by the marriage of our noble lady Urica and Baron Thorwig. A private interview between two scoundrels is never long, because all that is human in their souls quickly takes alarm at the infernal qualities revealed. When two depraved spirits mutually display their naked vices, each is disgusted by the other's iniquity. Crime itself revolves at crime,

Starting point is 03:51:40 and two evildoers conversing, with all the cynicism of intimacy, of their pleasures and their interests, are like a fearful mirror, each reflecting the others' monstrous features. Their own degradation mortifies them when seen in another. Their own pride confounds them, their own nothingness alarms them, and they cannot fly from themselves or disavow their own portrait in their fellow-men. For each odious harmony, each frightful coincidence,

Starting point is 03:52:08 each hideous parallel finds within them an untiring voice to denounce them in their ever-weary ear. However secret may be their intercourse, it has always two intolerable witnesses, God whom they cannot see, and conscience which they feel. His confidential talks with must-deam in distressed the count the more because the latter always unhesitatingly imputed to his master a good share of the crimes committed or about to be committed many courtiers think it wise to save great men from the appearance of wrong-doing they assume the responsibility of evil and often spare their patron's blushes by allowing him to feign resistance to advantage his crime mastemon by a refinement of skill pursued the contrary course he wished it to seem that he seldom advised and always obeyed he knew his master's soul as familiarly as that master knew his heart therefore he never compromised himself without compromising the count there was no head save that of schumacher that the count would have been so glad to see fall mas deemon knew this as well as if his master had told him and his master knew that he knew it The Count had learned all that he wished to learn. He was satisfied.

Starting point is 03:53:21 He was now eager to dismiss Must Demon. "'Mastemon,' said he with a gracious smile, "'you are the most faithful and most zealous of all my servants. All goes well, and I owe it to your devotion. I make you private secretary to the Chancellor's office.' Must Demon bowed low. "'Nor is that all,' added the Count. "'I will ask for you, for the third time,

Starting point is 03:53:46 the order of the Dunnaborg. But I still fear that your birth, your humble relations. Must demon blushed, turned pale and hid his change of color by another bow. Come, said the Count, offering him his hand to kiss. Come, Mr. Private Secretary, draw up your placard. It may chance to find the king in gracious mood. Whether His Majesty grant my petition or not, your grace's kindness overwhelms me. Make haste, my dear fellow, for I am anxious to be off.

Starting point is 03:54:19 We must try to get some exact information about this Hans. Ma's demon, with a third bow, opened the door. Ah, said the Count, I forgot. In your new position as private secretary, you may write to the Chancellor's office and order them to dismiss this mayor of Lovic, who compromises the dignity of his position in the eyes of the villagers, by his servility to strangers whom he does not know. End of Chapter 13.

Starting point is 03:55:21 lavished alike on every pious soul, whether he tonsure wear or helm. Him to St. Ansel. Yes, master, we really owe a pilgrimage to Linres Grotto. Who would have thought that the hermit, whom I cursed as if he had been the devil, would prove to be our guardian angel, and that the sword which seemed to threaten our very lives would serve for a bridge to take us over the abyss? It was in these somewhat grotesquely figurative terms that Benignus Biagodry

Starting point is 03:55:51 poured into ordner's ears his joy, his admiration, and his gratitude for the mysterious monk. As we'll readily be supposed, our two travellers had left the cursed tower. Nay, when we again encounter them, they have even left the village of Vigla far behind them, and are painfully pursuing a steep path, interrupted by frequent pools or blocked by huge stones, which transient torrents caused by storms had washed down from the wet, sticky soil. They had not yet dawned, but the bushes growing above the rocks on either side of the road, stood out against the clear sky like dark silhouettes, and various objects, although still colorless, gradually assumed form in the dim, dull light which they break in the north filters through the chill fogs of early morning.

Starting point is 03:56:34 Ordner was silent, for he had yielded to that somnolent state sometimes permitted by the mechanical motion of walking. He had not slept since the night before, when he allowed himself to rest in a fishing boat, moored in Trondheim Harbour for a few hours intervening between his departure from the splagest and his arrival at Monkong. Accordingly, while his body moved towards Skongen, his spirit had flown back to Trondheim Fjord, to that gloomy prison and those melancholy towers which contained the only being on earth to whom he attached any idea of hope and happiness. Awake, thoughts of his ethel filled his mind.

Starting point is 03:57:11 Asleep, her memory became a fanciful image which irradiated all his dreams. In this second life of sleep, where for a time the soul alone exists, and a physical being, with all its material ill seems to disappear, he saw the beloved maiden no more beautiful, no purer than in reality, but happier, freer, more wholly his own. Only upon the road to Skongan, the oblivion of his body, the torpor of his senses, could not be complete, for from time to time a bog, a stone, the branch of a tree impeding his progress recalled him suddenly from the ideal to the real. He would then raise his head, half open his drowsy eyes, and regret the fall from bright celestial wanderings to his

Starting point is 03:57:54 painful earthly journey, where nothing could compensate for his lost illusions, save that he felt close to his heart the ringlet which was his until Ethel herself should be his own. Then this memory revived a charming dream image, and he gently relapsed, not into slumber, but into a vague, persistent reverie. "'repeated spiagotry in a louder tone, "'which combined with a blow from the trunk of a tree, "'a roused ordner. "'Fear nothing.

Starting point is 03:58:21 "'The bowmen turned to the right with the hermit "'when they left the tower, "'and we are far enough away from them to venture to speak. "'It is true that silence was most prudent until now.' "'Hugh!' "'Indeed,' said Ordner, yawning, "'you push your prudence to extremes. "'It is at least three hours since we left the tower

Starting point is 03:58:40 "'and the bowmen behind us.' "'That is true, sir.' her, but prudence never does any harm. Only think if I had declared myself when the chief of that infernal troop asked for benignus biagodry, in a voice like that of Saturn calling for his newborn son that he might devour him. Suppose even I had not taken refuge in a prudent silence at that awful moment, where should I be now, noble master? Faith, old man, I fancy that at that moment nothing, not even pincers, could have drawn your name from you. Was I wrong, master? If I had spoken, the monk, mason the Spicious and St. Aspelt the solitary, bless him,

Starting point is 03:59:18 the monk would have had no opportunity to ask the captain of the archers whether his man did not belong to the Moncombe regiment, a trifling question merely asked in order to gain time. Did you notice, sir, after that stupid archer answered, yes, with what a peculiar smile the monk requested him to follow him, saying that he knew the hiding-place of the fugitive Benignus Biagodry. Here the keeper paused for a moment as if to make a fresh start, for he suddenly resumed in a voice quivering with emotion. A good priest, a worthy and upright anchorite, practising the principles of Christian virtue and evangelical charity.

Starting point is 03:59:57 And I was alarmed at his mere outward appearance, forbidding enough truly, but what a beautiful soul lies beneath. Did you notice, too, noble master, that there was something peculiar in the tone with which he said to me, we shall meet again as he led away the archers at any other time that tone would have alarmed me but it is not the pious and excellent hermit's fault solitude undoubtedly gives that strange intonation for i know sir hear the voice of benigness sank lower i know another hermit that dreadful fellow who but no out of respect for the venerable hermit of linneras i will not make so odious of comparison neither was there anything peculiar about his gloves it is It is quite cold enough to wear them, and his salty beverage does not surprise me either.

Starting point is 04:00:46 Catholic anchorites often follow singular examples. The very same thing, Master, is alluded to, in this line by the famous Eurenzius, the monk of Mount Caucasus. Vos despecians, Maris undam potat amaram. Why didn't I think of that verse while I was in that confounded ruin at Vigla? A little better memory would have spared me much needless alarm. To be sure it is not easy, is it, sir, to collect your thoughts in such a dense city at the table of a hangman?

Starting point is 04:01:17 A hangman, a creature given over to universal scorn and execration, who only differs from an assassin in the frequency and impunity of his murders. Whose heart to all the atrocity of the most awful brigands unites the cowardice of which at least their daring crimes do not admit. A being who offers food and drink with the same hand that wields the instruments of torture and crushes the bones of his miserable victims between the planks of the wreck think of breathing the same air with a hangman and the vilest beggar if polluted by his loathom touch would cast aside with horror the last rags which protected his nakedness and his disease from the wintry blast and the chancellor after sealing his commission flings the paper under the table in token of his malediction and his disgust and in france when the hangman dies in his turn the provost's assistance would write rather pay a fine of forty pounds than succeed him.

Starting point is 04:02:13 And that Pest, when Churchill was condemned to die and they offered to pardon him, if he would turn executioner, he preferred death to such a trade. Is it not still notorious, noble sir, that Tormorin, bishop of Maastricht, ordered a church to be purified because the hangman had entered it, and that Tsarina Petrovna washed her face whenever she witnessed an execution. You know also that the kings of France, to honor warriors, permit them to be punished by their comrades so that these brave men, even if they be criminals, may not be made infamous by contact with the hangman.

Starting point is 04:02:47 And finally, which is decisive, in the descent of St. George into hell, by the learned Melasius Ithraham, does not Sharon give the robber, Robin Hood, precedence over the hangman Philip Kress? Truly, master, if I ever attain to power, which God alone can foresee, I shall put down hangman and restore the ancient custom and the ancient custom and the ancient tariff. For the murder of a prince a man shall pay, as in eleven fifty, fourteen hundred and forty double-crown pieces. For the murder of a count, fourteen hundred and forty plain crowns. For that of a baron, fourteen hundred and forty half-crowns. The killing of a mere noble shall be

Starting point is 04:03:25 rated at fourteen hundred and forty escolins, and that of a citizen. Don't I hear the tread of a horse coming toward us? Interrupted Ordner. They looked back, and as they had don't during spiagrious long soliloquy they could distinguish a hundred paces behind them a man dressed in black waving one hand to them and with the other urging on one of those small dingy white ponies so often seen either wild or domesticated in the lower mountain ranges of norway oh for mercy's sake master said the timid keeper let us hasten that black fellow looks to me just like an archer what old man we are two and we should fly before a single man alas twenty spatsy arrows fly before an owl what glory is there in waiting for an officer of the law and two tells you that this is one rejoined ordina whose eyes were not blinded by fear keep up your courage my valiant guide i recognize this traveller let us wait for him the keeper was forced to submit a moment later the horseman came up with them and spiagogy ceased to tremble when he saw the grave calm face of the chaplain athenias the latter greeted them with a smile and trained in his deed saying in an almost breathless voice my dear children it is for your sake that i retrace my steps and the lord will surely not permit my absence prolonged with a charitable intent to injure those who sorely need my presence sir minister answered ordner we shall be happy to aid you in any way we can on the contrary it is i noble young man who desire to serve you will you deign to tell me the object

Starting point is 04:05:04 of your journey. Reverend Sir, I cannot. All I ask, my son, is that your refusal may proceed from inability and not from distrust. If not I am indeed unhappy. Unhappy is he whom the good man distrusts, even if he have seen him but once. The priest's modesty and unction touched Ordiner deeply. All that I can tell you, Father, is that we are bound to the mountains of the north. So I thought, my son, and that is why I followed you. there are bands of roving hunters and miners in those mountains who might injure travellers what then well i know that it is useless to disway the noble young man in search of adventure but the esteem i feel for you inspires me with another plan for helping you the unfortunate counterfeater to whom i bore the last consolations of religion yesterday was a miner just before he died he gave me a paper inscribed with his name saying that this passport would protect me from all day if I ever had to travel among those mountains.

Starting point is 04:06:07 Alas, what can it avail a poor priest who must live and die among prisoners, and who, moreover, intercastralatronum, should seek no other defense than patience and prayer, the only weapons of God? I did not decline the pass, because we should never distress by refusal, the heart of one who, in a few minutes more, will have nothing to receive or to give on earth.

Starting point is 04:06:30 The good God deigned to inspire me, for now I can offer you, this parchment, that it may go with you in all the perils of your journey, and that the gift of the dying man may benefit the traveller. Ordner accepted the old priest's gift with emotion. Sir Chaplin, said he, God grant that your prayer may be heard, thank you, but, he added, laying his hand on his sword, I already carry my passport at my side. Young man, said the priest, that poor parchment may perhaps protect you better than your steel blade. The gaze of a penitent man

Starting point is 04:07:05 is more potent than the archangel's sword. Farewell, my prisoners await me. Pray sometimes for them and me. Holy priest, rejoined Ordner with a smile, I told you that your prisoners should be pardoned, and they shall be. Oh, do not speak with such assurance, my son. Do not tempt the Lord.

Starting point is 04:07:26 No man can know what passes in the mind of another, and you cannot tell what the viceroy's son may decide to do. Perhaps, alas, he will never condescend to admit a humble chaplain to his presence. Farewell, my son. May your journey be blessed, and may you sometimes remember the poor priest and pray for his unhappy prisoners. End of Chapter 14 Chapter 15 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia

Starting point is 04:08:05 Chapter 15 Welcome you. tell me did you ever see so terrible a storm maturin bertram in a room communicating with the apartments of the governor of trondheim three of his excellency's secretary sat at a table loaded with parchments papers inkstands and seals a force-chair left vacant showing that one of the scribes was laid they had been silently writing and sinking for some time when one of them exclaimed did you know wuffern that the poor librarian, Fox-Tip, is to be dismissed by the bishop, owing to the letter which you wrote recommending Dr. Anglivius's petition to his favourable notice. "'What nonsense are you talking, Richard?' hastily inquired the secretary, to whom Richard had not spoken. "'Bofurnet could not have written in favour of Anglivius, for the fellow's petition discussed it a general when I read it to him. So you told me, answered Woffernet, but I found the word tributatur written on the petition in his excellency's own end. Indeed, exclaimed the other.

Starting point is 04:09:20 Yes, my dear fellow, and several other of his excellency's decisions of which you told me were also altered in marginal notes. For instance, on the petition of the minors, the general wrote Negetur. What? I can't understand that. The general dreaded the turbulent spirit of those minors. Perhaps he wanted to frighten them into submission by his severity? What makes me think so is that Chaplain Mander's request for the pardon of twelve condemned prisoners is also refused. The secretary whom Wauphorne addressed rose abruptly saying,

Starting point is 04:09:59 Oh, come on, I can't believe that. The governor is too kind and expressed too. Too much compassion for those prisoners, too. Very well, Arthur, answered Woffernay. Read it for yourself. Arthur took the petition and saw the fatal words. Really, said he, I can scarcely credit my own eyes.

Starting point is 04:10:21 I must present this to the governor again. What day did His Excellency mark these papers? I believe it was some three days ago, replied Woffernet. That was, said Richard in a luller. low voice, the morning before Baron Ordiner's brief appearance and mysteriously sudden disappearance. Stay, quickly exclaimed Woffernet, before Arthur had time to answer. If here is not another tributuarture on benigness, Biagudry's ridiculous petition, Richard burst

Starting point is 04:10:56 out laughing. Didn't that old keeper of corpses disappear in a strange way, too? "'Yes,' replied Arthur. "'A body was found in his charnel house, "'so mutilated that the officers of the law "'are in pursuit of him on a charge of sacrilege. "'But the little lep, who acted as his servant "'and who was left alone at the splages,

Starting point is 04:11:21 "'things, as do most people, "'that the devil carried him off for a sorcerer. "'Here,' said Woffernay, laughing, "'he's a fellow who leaves a good reputation behind him. he had hardly had his laugh out when the fourth secretary came in upon my honor gustavus you are very late this morning did you happen to get married yesterday oh no answered wauphine he only took the longest way round so that he might pass under the fair rosalie's windows in his new cloak wauphiney said the newcomer i only wish that you were right but the cause of my delay is not have so agreeable, and I doubt if my new cloak produced the slightest effect upon the persons whom I visited.

Starting point is 04:12:10 Where have you been, then? asked Arthur, to the splatchest. Heaven is my witness, cried Wofferney, dropping his pen, that we were just now speaking of that place. But though it may be talked of to pass away the time, I cannot conceive how anybody can enter it. And still less, said Richard, how any body. can linger there. But what did you see, my dear Gustavus? Yes, said Gustavus, you are curious to hear about it, if not to see it.

Starting point is 04:12:45 And it would serve you right if I refuse to describe those horrors which you would shudder to behold. The three secretaries crowded about Gustavus, who waited to be urged, although his desire to tell what he had seen, was secretly no less lively than their curiosity to hear. Well, Woffernay, you can repeat my story to your little sister, who is so fond of frightful tales. I was pushed into the splages by the crowd which thronged about it. The bodies of three soldiers and two bowmen from the Munkholm Regiment had just been brought in, having been found yesterday, some four miles away, in the ravine at the foot of Casclet-Thymour cliff. Some of the spectators declared that the poor fellows were the very one sent out three days ago

Starting point is 04:13:30 in the direction of Skungen to catch the runaway keeper of the splogist. If this be true, it is impossible to imagine how so many well-armed men could be murdered. The mutilation of the bodies seems to prove that they were flung from the top of the rocks. It made my hair stand on end to look at them. What, Gustavus? Did you see them? eagerly inquired Woffernet. They are still before my eyes. And has anyone an idea as to the author?

Starting point is 04:14:00 of the crime. Some think that it may have been a band of minors, and assert that they heard the sound of the horn, with which the soldiers called to one another, only yesterday among the mountains. Really? said Arthur. Yes, but an old peasant demolished this supposition by remarking that there were neither mines nor miners in the neighborhood of Cascarthai Moor. Hmm, then who could it have been? No one knows. If the bodies were not intact, it might be supposed the work of wild beasts, for their limbs are covered with long, deep scratches. The same is the case with the corpse of a white-bearded old man brought into the sploges day before yesterday, after that fearful storm which prevented you, my dear Leander

Starting point is 04:14:45 Woffernet, from visiting your hero across the fjord on the Larson shore. All right, Gustavus, said Woffernay, laughing. But who was this old man? from his height his long white beard and the rosary still clasped tightly in his hands although he had been stripped of everything else he was recognized as a hermit of the neighborhood i believe they called him the monk of linras it is evident that this poor man was murdered also but for what purpose people are not slaughtered now for their religious opinions and the old hermit possessed nothing in the world but his serge gown and the good will of all who knew him "'And you say,' observed Richard, "'that his body was mangled, like those of the soldiers, "'as if by the claws of some savage animal?' "'Yes, my dear boy,

Starting point is 04:15:39 "'and the fisherman declares that he noticed the same marks "'upon the body of an officer found murdered a few days since upon Urchdale's sands. "'That is strange,' said Arthur. "'It is frightful,' said Richard. come said wauphine silence and to work for i think the general will be here soon my dear gustavus i am curious to see those corpses if you like we will stop a moment at the splagest when we leave here this evening end of chapter fifteen chapter sixteen of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter sixteen she with young unawakened senses within her cabin on the alpine field her simple homely life commences her little world therein concealed and i god's hate flung over me had not enough to thrust the stubborn rocks before me and strike them into dust she and her peace are yet must undermine thou hell has claimed this sacrifice as thine

Starting point is 04:17:00 goethe faust baird taylor's translation in sixteen seventy five twenty-four years previous to the date of this story sooth to say the whole village of thoktree rejoiced and made merry over the marriage of sweet lucy pelrin and that tall handsome upright youth caroled stead they had long been lovers and every one felt a warm interest in the happy pair upon the day which was to change so many restless hopes and eager longings into assured and quiet bliss Born in the same village, reared in the same fields, Carol had often in their childhood slept in Lucy's lap, when tired of play. Lucy had often, as a young girl, leaned on Carol's arm as she returned from work. Lucy was the loveliest and most modest maiden in the land. Carol the bravest and noblest led in the village. They loved each other, and they could no more remember the day when their love began than they could recall the day when they were born. But their marriage did not come like their love, easily and as a matter of course.

Starting point is 04:18:02 There were domestic interests to be consulted, family feuds, relations, obstacles. They were parted for a whole year, and Carol suffered sadly far from Lucy, and Lucy wept bitter tears far from Carol, before the dawn of that happy day which she united them thereafter never to suffer or to weep apart. It was by saving her from great danger that Carol finally won his Lucy. He heard cries from the woods one day. They were uttered by his Lucy, surprised by a brigand dreaded by all the mountain folk, and on the point of carrying her off to his den.

Starting point is 04:18:37 Carol boldly attacked this monster in human shape, who gave vent to strange growls like those of a wild beast. Yes, he attacked the wretch whom none before had ventured to resist. Love lent him a lion's strength. He rescued his beloved Lucy, restored her to her father, and her father gave her to her. deliverer. Now the whole village made Mary upon the day which united these two lovers. Lucy alone seemed depressed, and yet never had she gazed more tenderly at her dear Carol. But her gaze was

Starting point is 04:19:08 as sad as it was loving, and amid the universal rejoicing, this was a subject for surprise. Every moment, as her husband's happiness seemed to increase, her eyes expressed more and more love and despair. "'Oh, my Lucy,' said Carol, when the sacred rites were over, The coming of that robber, a curse to the entire country, was the greatest blessing for me. She shook her head and made no answer. Night came. They were left alone in their new abode, and the sports and dancing on the village green went on more merrily than before to celebrate the happiness of the bridal pair.

Starting point is 04:19:44 Next morning, Carol's dad had vanished. A few words in his handwriting were brought to Lucy's father by a hunter from the mountains of Keolan, who met him before daylight, wandering along the shore. shore of the fjord. Old Will Pellrin showed the paper to his pastor and the mayor, and nothing was left of last night's festival, but Lucy's gloom and dull despair. This mysterious catastrophe dismayed the entire village, and vain efforts were made to explain it. Prayers for Carol's soul were said in the same church where but a few days before he himself sang hymns of Thanksgiving for his happiness. No one knew what kept Widow's dad alive. At the end of nine

Starting point is 04:20:22 months of solitary grief, she brought into the world a son, and on the same day the village of Golin was destroyed by the fall of the hanging cliff above it. The birth of this son did not dissipate his mother's deep depression. Jill's dad showed no signs of resemblance to Carol. His fierce, angry infancy seemed to prophecy a still more ferocious manhood. Sometimes a little wild man, whom those mountaineers who saw him from a distance, asserted to be the famous hands of Iceland, entered the lonely hut of Carol's widow, and the passers-by would then hear a woman's shrieks and what seemed the roar of a tiger. The man would carry off young Jill, and month would elapse, then he would restore him to his mother, more sombre and more terrible than before. Widows' dead felt a mixture of horror and affection for the child.

Starting point is 04:21:11 Sometimes she would clasp him in her maternal arms, as the only tie which still bound her to earth, again she would repulse him with terror, calling upon Carol, her death. dear Carol. No one in the world knew what agitated her soul. Jill reached his 23rd year. He saw Goose Sterson and loved her madly. Goose Sturson was rich and he was poor, therefore he set off fororas and turned minor in order to make money. His mother never heard from him again. One night she sat at the wheel by which she earned her daily bread, the lamp burned low as she worked and waited in her cabin, beneath those walls which had grown old like herself, in solitude and grief, the silent witnesses of her mysterious wedding night.

Starting point is 04:21:55 She thought anxiously of her son, whose presence ardently desired as it was, would recall much sorrow, perhaps bring more in its train. The poor mother loved her son, ungrateful as he was, and how could she help loving him she had suffered so much for him? She rose and took from an antique wardrobe a crucifix, thickly coated with dust. For an instant she looked at it imploringly, then suddenly casting it for, from her in horror, she cried. I pray. How can I pray? Your prayers can only be addressed to hell, poor woman. You belong to hell, and to hell alone. She had relapsed into her mournful reverie when there was a knock at the door.

Starting point is 04:22:36 This was a rare event with widow's dad. For many long years, in consequence of the strange incidents connected with her history, the whole village of Thoktree believed that she had dealings with evil spirits. No one therefore ever ventured near her hut. strange superstitions of that age and ignorant region she owed to her misfortunes the same reputation for witchcraft that the keeper of the splogest owed to his learning what if it were my son if it were jill she exclaimed and she rushed to the door alas it was not her son it was a little monk clad in serge his cowl covering all of his face by the black beard holy man said the widow what would you have you do not know the house to which you come. Yes, truly, replied the hermit in a horse and all too familiar voice. And tearing off his gloves, his black beard and his cowl, he revealed a fierce countenance, a red beard, and a pair of hands armed with tremendous claws.

Starting point is 04:23:37 Oh, cried the widow, burying her head in her hands. Well, said the little man, have you not in four and twenty years, grown used to seeing the husband upon whom you must gaze through all eternity. Through all eternity, she repeated in a terrified whisper. Agier, Lucy Pelrin, I bring you news of your son. My son, where is he? Why does he not come? He cannot. But you have news of him, I thank you.

Starting point is 04:24:17 Alas, and can you bring me pleasure? They are pleasant tidings indeed that I bring you, said the man in hollow tones. For you are a weak woman, and I wonder that you could bring forth such a son. Rejoice and be glad. You feared that your son would follow in my footsteps. Fear no longer. What? cried the enraptured mother. Has my son, my beloved Jill, changed? The hermit watched her raptures with an ominous sneer.

Starting point is 04:24:57 Oh, greatly changed, said he. And why did he not fly to my arms? Where did you see him? What was he doing? He was asleep. In the excess of her joy, the widow did not notice the little man's ominous look, nor his horrible and scoffing manner. Why did you not wake him?

Starting point is 04:25:20 Why did you not say to him? Jill, come to your mother. His sleep was too sound. Oh, when will he come? Tell me I implore if I shall see him soon. The mock monk drew from beneath his gown a sort of cup of singular shape. There, widow, said he. Drink to your son's speedy return.

Starting point is 04:25:46 The widow uttered a shriek of horror. It was a human skull. She waved it away in terror and could not utter a word. No, no, abruptly exclaimed the man in an awful voice. Do not turn away your eyes, woman. Look! You asked to see your son.

Starting point is 04:26:07 Look, I say. For this is all that is left of him. And by the red light of the lamp, he offered the dry and flashless skull of her son to the mother's pale lips too many waves of misfortune had passed over her soul for one misery the more to crush her she gazed at the cruel monk with a fixed and meaningless stare dead she whispered dead then let me die die if you choose but remember lucy pelrin thock-tree woods remember the day when the demon taking possession of your body gave your soul to hell i am that demon lucy and you are my wife forever now die if you will it is the belief in those superstitious regions that infernal spirits sometimes appear among men to lead lives of crime and calamity in common with other noted criminals hands of iceland enjoyed this fearful renown. It was also believed that a woman, who by seduction or by violence, became the

Starting point is 04:27:21 prey of one of these monsters in human form, by that misfortune was doomed to be his companion in hell. The events of which the hermit reminded the widow seemed to revive in her these thoughts. "'Aless!' she sobbed. "'Then I cannot escape from this wretched existence. And what have I done? For you know, my beloved Carol, I am innocent. A young girl's arthur! arm is without strength to resist the arm of a demon. She rambled on. Her eyes were wild with delirium, and her incoherent words seemed born of the convulsive quiver of her lips.

Starting point is 04:27:57 Yes, Carol, since that day, though polluted, I am innocent. And the demon asks me if I remember that horrible day. Carol, I never deceived you. You came too late. I was his before I was yours, alas! Alas! and I must be forever punished! no i can never rejoin you you for whom i weep what would it avail me to die i should follow this monster into a world as fearful as himself the world of the damned and what have i done must my misfortunes in this life become my crimes in the next the little monk bend the look of triumph and command upon her face ah she suddenly exclaimed turning toward him ah tell me is not this some fearful dream induced by your presence

Starting point is 04:28:45 for you know but too well alas that since the day of my ruin every night that i am visited by your fatal spirit is marked by foul apparitions awful dreams and frightful visions woman woman sees your raving it is as true as you are wide awake as it is true that jill is dead the memory of her past misfortunes had as it were blotted out all thought of her fresh grief these words revived it oh my son my son she moaned and the tones of her voice would have moved any but the wicked being who heard it no he will return he is not dead i cannot believe that he is dead well go ask him of rora's rocks which crushed out his life of trontime fiord which swallowed up his body the widow fell upon her knees crying convulsively god oh great god be silent servant of hell the wretched woman was silent he added do not doubt your son's death he was punished for the sins of his father he let his granite heart melt in the sunlight of a woman's eyes i possessed you but i never loved you your carol's misfortune was also his my son and yours was deceived by his betrothed by her for whom he died died she repeated died then it is really true oh jill you were born of my misery you were conceived in terror and born in sorrow your lips lacerated my breast as a child you never returned my caresses or embraces you always

Starting point is 04:30:45 shund and repulsed your mother, your lonely and forsaken mother. You never tried to make me forget my past distress, save by causing me fresh injury. You deserted me for the demon author of your existence and of my widowhood. Never in long years, Jill. Never did you procure me one thrill of pleasure. And yet today your death, my son seems to be the most insupportable of all my your memory today seems to me to be twined with comfort and rapture alas alas she could not go on she covered her head with her coarse black-wollen veil and sob bitterly weak woman muttered the hermit then he continued in a firm voice control your grief i laugh at mine listen lucy pelrin while you still weep for your son i have already been

Starting point is 04:31:40 begun to avenge him. It was for a soldier in the Munkom-com regiment that his sweetheart betrayed him. The whole regiment shall perish by my hands. Look, Lucy Pelrin. He had rolled up the sleeves of his gown and showed the widow his misshapen arms stained with blood. Yes! he said with a fierce roar. Jill's spirit shall delight to haunt Urchdal's hands and casket Thymo ravine. Come, woman, do you not see this blood? Be comforted. Then all at once, as if struck by a sudden thought, he interrupted himself. Widow, did you not receive an iron casket from me?

Starting point is 04:32:32 What? I sense you gold, and I bring you blood. and you still weep are you not human the widow absorbed in her despair was silent what said he with a fierce laugh motionless and mute you are no woman then lucy perrin and he shook her by the arm to rouse her did not a messenger bring you an iron casket the widow lending him a brief attention, shook her head, and relapsed into a gloomy reverie. Ah, the wretch! cried the little man. The miserable traitor! Speakatory! That gold shall cost you dear.

Starting point is 04:33:30 And stripping off his gown, he rushed from the hut with the growl of a hyena that sends a corpse. End of Chapter 16. Chapter 17 of Hands of Iceland by Vigdo translated by abbey langdon alger this libravox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter seventeen my lord i braid my hair i braid it with salt tears because you leave me alone and because you go hence into the hills the count's lady old romance ethel meantime had already reckoned four long and weary days since she was left to wander alone in the dark garden of schleswig tower alone in the oratory the witness of so many tears the confident of so many longings alone in the long gallery where once upon a time she had failed to hear the midnight bell her aged father sometimes accompanied her but she was none the less alone for the true companion of her life was absent unfortunate young girl what had that pure young soul done that it should be thus early given over to so much sorrow taken from the world from honors riches youthful delights and from the triumphs of beauty she was still in the cradle when she was already in a prison cell a captive with her captive father she had grown up watching his decay and to complete her misery that she might not be ignorant of any form of bondage love had sought her out in prison

Starting point is 04:35:03 Even then, could she but have kept her ordner at her side, would liberty have tempted her? Would she ever have known that a world existed, from which she was cut off? Moreover, would not her world, her heaven, have been with her in that narrow keep, within those gloomy towers bristling with soldiers, toward which the passerby would still have cast a pitying glance? But alas, for the second time her ordner was absent, and instead of spending all too brief but ever recurring hours with him, in holy caresses and chased embraces, she passed days and nights in bewailing his absence, and praying that he might be shielded from danger.

Starting point is 04:35:41 For a maiden has only her prayers and her tears. Sometimes she longed for the wings of the free swallow, which came to her to be fed through her prison bars. Sometimes her thought escaped upon the cloud, which a swift breeze drove northwards to the sky. Then suddenly she would turn away her head and cover her eyes, as if she dreaded to see a gigantic brigand appear, and begin the unequal contest upon one of the distant mountains whose blue peaks hung on the horizon like a stationary cloud. Oh, it is cruel to live when we are parted from the object of our love. Few hearts have known this pang in all its extent, because few hearts have known love in all its depth. Then in some sort a stranger to our ordinary existence we create for ourselves a melancholy waste, a vast solitude, and for the absent one,

Starting point is 04:36:29 some terrible world of peril, of monsters, and of deceit. The various faculties which make up our being are changed into and lost in an infinite longing for the missing one. Everything about us seems utterly indifferent to us, and yet we still breathe and move and act, but without our own volition. Like a wandering planet which has lost its sun, the body moves at random. The soul is elsewhere. End of Chapter 17.

Starting point is 04:36:56 Chapter 18 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon, Alger. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia Chapter 18 On a vast buckler, those relentless men terrified hell with fearful oath, and beside a black bull which they had slain, all bathing their hands in blood, swore to be revenged. The seven chiefs before Thebes

Starting point is 04:37:30 The coast of Norway abounds in narrow bays, in creeks, coves, reefs, lagoons and little headlands so numerous as to weary the traveller's memory and the topographer's patience. Formerly, if we are to credit popular tradition, every isthmus was haunted by some demon, each bay inhabited by some fairy, each promontory protected by some saint. Superstition mingles all beliefs to create for itself imaginary terrors. upon calvall's strand some miles to the north of walderhawk cave there was but a single spot they said which was free from all jurisdiction either of infernal intermediary or celestial spirits it was the glade lying along the shore overhung by a cliff on the top of which could still be seen vestiges of the manor of ralph the giant this little wild meadow bordered on the west by the sea and closely shut in by rocks clad with heather owed its exemption solely to the name of that ancient norwegian lord its first possessor for what fairy what devil or what angel would venture to become master or guest of a domain once occupied and guarded by ralph the giant

Starting point is 04:38:41 it is true that the mere name of the much-dreaded ralph sufficed to give an alarming character to a region wild in itself but after all a memory is not so much to be feared as a spirit and no fisher belated in rough weather and mooring his bark in ralph's creek had ever seen the will of the wisps board and dance upon the summit of a rock or a fairy ride through the heather in her phosphorescent car drawn by glow-worms or a saint descend toward the moon after his prayers were said and yet if the angry waves and wind had allowed a wandering mariner to land in that hospitable harbor upon the night after the great storm he might have been struck with superstitious fear at the sight of three men who upon that same night sat around the huge fire blazing in the middle of the meadow two of them wore the broad felt hat and loose trousers of royal miners their arms were bare to the shoulder their feet were cased in fawn-coloured leather boots a red sash held their crooked swords and heavy pistols each had a hunter's horns slung about his neck. One was old, the other was young. The old man's sick beard and the young man's long hair, land a wild and barbarous look to their faces, which were naturally hard and stern. By his bare skin cap, his tanned leather jacket, the musket slung across his back, his short, tight-fitting drawers, his bare knees, his bark shoes, and the glittering axe in his hand,

Starting point is 04:40:01 it was easy to guess that the companion of the two miners was a mountaineer from the north of Norway. Certainly, anyone who saw from afar these three weird figures upon which the flames, fanned by the salt breeze, cast a red flickering light, might well have been frightened, even had he no faith in specters and demons. It would have been enough that he believed in thieves, and was somewhat richer than the ordinary poet. The three men constantly turned their heads toward the winding path through the wood, which fringes Ralph's Meadow, and judging by such of their words as were not carried off by the wind, they were expecting a fourth person. i say cannibal do you know that we should not be allowed to wait so peacefully for this envoy from count griffenfeld if we were in the neighboring meadow goblin talby tilber's meadow or yonder in st cuthbert's bay don't talk so loud jonas replied the mountaineer blest be ralph the giant who protects us heaven saved me from setting foot in talby tilbill's meadow the other day i thought i was picking hawthorn there and i gathered mandraig instead which began to bleed and shriek and nearly drove me mad The young miner laughed. Nearly, cannibal? For my part, I think that the Mandrake's shriek produced its full effect upon your feeble brains. Feeble brains yourself, said the vexed mountaineer.

Starting point is 04:41:19 Just see, Jonas, he jests at Mandrake. He laughs like a lunatic playing with a death-head. Hmm, answered Jonas. Let him go to Waldahawk Cave, where the heads of those whom Hans, the foul fiend of Iceland, has murdered, come back every night to dance about his bed of withered leaves. and gnash their teeth to lull him to sleep that's so said the mountaineer but rejoined the young man did not mr hacket for whom we are waiting promise us that hans of iceland would take the lead in our rebellion he did replied kennibol and with the help of that demon we are sure to conquer the green jackets of trondheim and copenhagen so much the better cried the old miner but i am not the man to stand guard beside him at night at this moment the rustle of dead leaves beneath the tread of a man drew the attention of the speakers they turned and the firelight gleamed on the newcomer's face it is he it is mr hacket welcome mr haggard you have kept us waiting we have been here this three-quarters of an hour

Starting point is 04:42:20 mr hacket was a short fat man dressed in black and his jovial countenance wore forbidding expression well friends said he i was delayed by my ignorance of the road and the necessary precautions i left count schumacher this morning here are three purses of gold which he bade me give you the two old men flung themselves upon the gold with the eagerness common among the peasants of barren norway the young miner declined the purse which haggard offered him keep your gold sir envoy i should lie if i said that i had joined the revolt for your count schumacher's sake i rebel to free the miners from the guardianship of the crown i rebel that my mother's bed may have a blanket less red than the coast of our good country norway far from seeming disconcerted mr hacket answered smilingly then i will send this money to your poor mother my dear norbith so that she may have two new blankets to shield her from the cold wind this winter the young man assented with a nod and the envoy, like a skillful orator, made haste to add. But be careful not to repeat what you just now inconsiderately said, that you are not taking up arms in behalf of Schumacher, Count Griffenfeld. But, muttered the two old men, we know very well that the miners are oppressed. But we know nothing about this count, this prisoner of state. What?

Starting point is 04:43:40 sharply rejoined the envoy. Are you so ungrateful? You groan in your subterranean caves, deprived of light and air, robbed of all your property, slave to the most onerous tutelage who came to your rescue who revived your failing courage who gave you gold and arms was it not my illustrious master noble count griffenfeld more of a slave and more unfortunate even than you and now loaded with his favours would you refuse to use them to acquire his liberty with your own you are right interrupted the young miner that would be an ill deed yes mr hacket said the two old men we will fight for count schumacher courage my friends rise in his name bear your benefactor's name from one end of norway to the other only listen everything seconds your righteous enterprise you are about to be freed from a formidable enemy general levin de knoot governor of the province the secret power of my noble master count griffenfeld will soon progress procure his recall to Bergen. Come tell me, Kenibol, Jonas, and you, my dear Norbeth, are all your comrades ready?

Starting point is 04:44:47 My brethren of Gouldbrandsthal, said Norbeth, only await my signal. Tomorrow, if you wish. Tomorrow, so be it. The young miners under your leadership must be the first to raise the standard. And you, my brave Jonas? 600 heroes from the Faroe Islands,

Starting point is 04:45:03 who for three days have lived on Shamua flesh and Beres-fat in Benelag forest, only ask a blast from the horn of their old captain, Jonas of Lovic town. Good. And you, cannibal? All those who carry an axe in the gorges of Keolan, and climb the rocks with bare knees, are ready to join their brothers, the miners, when they need them. Enough. Tell your comrades that they need not doubt their victory, added the envoy, raising his voice, for hands of Iceland will be their captain. Is that certain? Is that certain? asked all three at once, in a voice of mingled hope and fear.

Starting point is 04:45:37 The envoy answered, I will meet you four days hence at the same hour with your united forces in Efsil-Corps mine, near Lake Meuson, on Blue Star Plain. Hans of Iceland will be with me. We will be there, said the three leaders. And may God not desert those whom the devil aids. Fear nothing from God, said Hecett with a sneer. Stay, you will find flags for your troops among the ruins of Craig.

Starting point is 04:46:04 Do not forget the war cry. Long live Schumacher. We will rescue Schumacher. Now we must part. They will shortly break. But first, swear the most profound secrecy as to what has passed between us. Without a word, each of the three chiefs opened the vein in his left arm with the point of his sword. Then, seizing the envoy's hand, each led a few drops of blood trickle into it.

Starting point is 04:46:27 You have our blood, they said. Then the young man exclaimed, May all my blood flow forth like that which I now shed. May a malicious spirit Destroy my plans As the hurricane does a straw May my arm be of lead To a vengeance and insult

Starting point is 04:46:43 May bets dwell in my tomb May I Still living Be haunted by the dead And dead be profaned by the living May my eyes melt with tears Like those of a woman If ever I speak of what has occurred

Starting point is 04:46:57 At this time In Ralph the Giant's Meadow And may the blessed saints Stain to hear this my prayer Amen Amen repeated the two old men. Then they parted, and nothing was left in the meadow

Starting point is 04:47:10 but the smouldering fire, whose expiring embers burned up at intervals, and gleamed upon the summit of Ralph the Giants' ruined and deserted towers. End of Chapter 18. Chapter 19 of Hands of Iceland by Victorigo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This lipprevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia.

Starting point is 04:47:38 Chapter 19 theodore tristam let us begone tristam this is a strange disgrace theodore did any one see us tristam i know not but i fear they did lopa da vega the gardener's dog benigness biagadry found it hard to guess the motives which led a youth of fine appearance and apparently likely to live for many long years to become the voluntary antagonist of the much dreaded hands of iceland He had frequently, and with much ingenuity, broached the question, since they started on their travels, but the young adventurer preserved a stubborn silence as to the cause of his journey. Nor was the poor fellow any more successful in satisfying his curiosity concerning various other details as to his strange comrade. Once he ventured to ask a question about his young master's family and his name. Call me, ordner, was the reply, and this very unsatisfactory answer was given in a tone which forbade further questions.

Starting point is 04:48:40 he was forced to submit everyone has his secrets and goods biagogy himself carefully concealed in his wallet under his cloak a certain mysterious casket any inquiry as to which he would certainly have considered very disagreeable and greatly out of place four days had passed since they left on time but they had made little progress owing to the bad state of the roads after the storm and the multiplicity of cross-cuts and roundabout routes which the runaway keeper thought it prudent to take in order to avoid too thickly settled regions. Leaving Skongen on their right, toward evening of the fourth day, they reached the shores of Lake Sparbo. The vast stretch of water reflecting the last gleams of daylight, and the first stars of coming nights set in a frame of tall cliffs, black firs, and lofty oaks, presented a gloomy but magnificent picture. The sight of a lake at evening sometimes produces, at a certain distance, a peculiar optical illusion. It seems as if a vast abyss cleaving the earth from side to side, revealed the heavens beneath our feet.

Starting point is 04:49:42 Ordner paused to contemplate the old druidical forests, which cover the steep shores of the lake as with a garment, and the chalky huts of Sparbo scattered over the slope like a stray flock of white goats. He listened to the distant clink of the forges, mingled with the dull roar of the weird forests, the intermittent cry of wild birds, and the solemn music of the waves. To the north a huge granite boulder, still gilded by the rays of the sun, rose majestically above the little village of Owlmo, its summit bending beneath a mass of ruined towers,

Starting point is 04:50:13 as if the giant were weary of his load. When the soul is sad, it delights in melancholy scenes. It adds to them its own gloom. Let an unhappy man be thrown among wild high mountains, beside some black lake in the heart of a dark forest, at the close of day, and he will see this solemn scene through a funereal veil. He will not feel that the sun is setting, but that it is dying. motionless and mute until his companion exclaimed capital sir you do well to ponder thus beside the most miasma laden lake in norway this remarked the gesture which accompanied it would have brought a smile to the lips of any but a lover parted from his mistress perhaps never again to meet her the learned keeper added and yet i must rouse you from your meditations to remind you that day is drawing to a close and we must make haste if we would reach owelmo village before twilight overtakes us us. The observation was correct. Ordner resumed his journey, and Spiagudry followed him,

Starting point is 04:51:13 continuing his unheeded reflections upon the botanic and physiologic phenomena, which Lakes Barbo affords the naturalist. "'Mr. Ordner,' said he, "'if you will listen to your devoted guide, you will give up your fatal enterprise. Yes, sir, and you will take up your abode upon the shores of this most curious lake, where we can devote ourselves to all sorts of learned research. For instance, to the study of the stella canora palustris, a singular plant which many scholars consider to be fabulous, but which Bishop Arngrimson asserts that he both saw and heard on the shores of Lake's Barbo.

Starting point is 04:51:50 Added to this we shall have the satisfaction of feeling that we dwell upon soil which contains more gypsum than any other in Europe, and where the hired assassins of Trondheim are least likely to find their way. Doesn't it attract you, young master? come renounce your senseless journey for not to offend you your scheme is dangerous without being profitable periculum sine pecuni that is to say senseless and conceived at a moment when you might better have been thinking of other things ordner who paid no attention to the poor man's words merely kept up the conversation by those occasional meaningless monosyllables which great talkers are ready to accept in lieu of answers thus they reached olmo village where they found found an unusual bustle and stir the inhabitants hunters fishers and blacksmiths had left their houses and hastily collected about a central mound occupied by a group of men one of whom blew a horn and waved a small black and white banner over his head probably some quack doctor said spiagody ambubayahum collegia pharmacopolo some scamp who turns gold into lead and wounds into sores let us see what invention of the evil one will he sell these poor rustics it would be bad enough if these impostors confined themselves to kings if they all imitated boch the dane and borri of milan those alchemists who so completely duped our frederick the third but they are just as greedy for the peasant's might as for the princess

Starting point is 04:53:20 spiagogy was mistaken as they approached the mound they recognized by his black gown and round-pointed cap the mayor surrounded by a number of bowmen the man blowing the horn was the town crier the fugitive keeper somewhat disturbed muttered truly mr ordner i did not expect to stumble upon the mayor when i came into this hamlet great and suspicious protect us what does he say his uncertainty was of brief duration for the crier's shrill voice was quickly raised and religiously heeded by the little group of villagers in the name of his majesty and by order of his excellency general levin the knoot governor the lord mayor of tron time notifies the inhabitants of all cities town and villages in the province that a reward of one thousand crowns is offered for the head of Hans a native of Clipsdardur in Iceland a murderer and incendiary a vague murmur ran through the crowd the crier continued a reward of four crowns is offered for the head of Benignes Biagodry ex-keeper of the splages that Trondheim accused of necromancy and sacrilege this proclamation shall be published throughout the

Starting point is 04:54:32 province by the mayors of all cities towns and villages who will see that it is carried out the mayor took the proclamation from the crier's hands and added in a lugubrious and solemn voice the life of these men is offered to whosoever will take it the reader will readily believe that this reading was not heard unmoved by our poor unfortunate spiagogy no doubt the unusual signs of terror which he showed would have roused the attention of the bystanders had it not just then been wholly absorbed by the first clause of the proclamation. A reward for the head of Hans? cried an old fisherman, who had hastened to the spot trailing his wet nets behind him.

Starting point is 04:55:11 They might as well, by St. Yusuf, set a prize upon the head of Bielzebub. To keep up a proper balance between Hans and Bielzebub, said a hunter, recognizable by his chamois skin jerking, they should only offer fifteen hundred crowns for the head and horns of the latter fiend. Glory be to the holy mother of God! cried an old woman her bald head shaking as she twirled her distaff i only wish i might see the head of that hans so that i might make sure if his eyes are really live coals as they say yes to be sure replied another old woman it was just by looking at it that he set trontham cathedral on fire now i should like to see the monster whole with his serpent's tail cloven foot and broad wings like a bet who told you such nonsense good mother broke in the hunter with a self-satisfied air i've seen this hands of iceland with my own eyes in the gorges of mezziheth he is a man like ourselves only he is as tall as a forty-year-old poplar

Starting point is 04:56:14 indeed said a voice from the crowd with singular emphasis this voice which made spiagri shudder proceeded from a short man whose face was hidden by the broad-felt head of a miner his body wrapped in the world with singular emphasis this voice which made spiagri shudder proceeded from a short man whose face was hidden by the broad-felt head of a miner his body wrapped in rush matting and sealskin. Ha, ha, faith, cried with a coarse laugh, a smith who wore his heavy hammer slung across his shoulder. They may offer one thousand or ten thousand crowns for his head, and he may be four, forty feet tall, but I'll not offer to go in search of him. No, I, said the fisherman. No, right, nor I, repeated every voice. And yet, anyone who may feel tempted.

Starting point is 04:56:58 it rejoined the little man we'll find hands of iceland to-morrow at the ruins of arbal near lake meosen the day after that at waldoch cave are you sure my good man this question was asked at one and the same time by ordner who listened to this scene with an interest easily understood by anyone but spiagudry and by another short and tolerably stout man dressed in black with a merry countenance who had issued from the only inn which the village contained at the first sound of the cryer's horn. The little man with the broad-brimmed head seemed to be studying them both for a moment, and then answered in hollow tones. Yes. And how can you be so certain? asked Ordner. I know where hands of Iceland is.

Starting point is 04:57:49 Just as well as I know where Benignus Piacetry is. Neither of them is far off at this instant. all the poor keeper's terrors were revived and he scarcely dared look at the mysterious little man fancying that his french periwick had failed to disguise him he began to pluck at ordner's cloak and to whisper master sir in heaven's name have mercy have pity let us be off let us leave this accursed suburb of hell ordner although equally surprised carefully examined the little man who turning his back to the light seemed anxious to conceal his face i've seen that benignal's biagody cried the fisherman at trondheim's pledges he's a tall fellow they offer four crowns for him the hunter burst out laughing hohoho four crowns i shan't go a hunting for him i can get more for the skin of a blue fox this comparison which at any other time would have greatly offended the learned keeper now comforted him still he was about to address another prayer to ordner to persuade him to continue his journey when the latter having learned all that he wished to know forestalled him by making his way out of the crowd which was beginning to disperse although when they entered olmo village they had intended passing the night there they quitted as if by common consent without even alluding to the motive for their abrupt departure ordner was moved by the hope of a more speedy meeting with the brigand spiaggery by a desire to get away from the archers as speedily as might be ordner was in too serious a mood to laugh at his comrade's misadventures he broke the silence in kindly tones old man what is the name of the ruin where hans is to be found to-morrow according to that little little

Starting point is 04:59:32 man who seemed to know everything. I don't know. I didn't quite catch the name, Noble Master, replied Sbiagogy, who uttered no falsehood in so saying. Then, continued the young man, I must make up my mind not to meet him until the day after to-morrow at Walderhog Cave. Waldahawk Cave, sir.

Starting point is 04:59:50 Indeed, that is Hans of Iceland's favourite haunt. Let us take that road, said Ordner. We must turn to the left behind Olmo Cliff. It will take us at least two days to get to Walderhog, do you know old man cautiously observed ordina who that odd fellow was who seemed to be so well acquainted with you this question again awakened biagodry's fears which had been lulled to sleep as the village of olmo faded in the distance no truly sir he answered in trembling accents but he had a very strange voice ordner tried to encourage him fear nothing old man serve me well and i will protect you if i return victorious over hands i promise you not only a pardon, but I will also give you the thousand crowns' reward offered by the officers of the law. Honest Benignus dearly loved his life, but he also loved gold. Ordner's

Starting point is 05:00:42 promises sounded like magic in his ears, but they excited in him a kind of garrulous mirth which found vending lengthy discourses, queer gestures, and learned quotations. Mr. Ordiner, said he, if I should ever have occasion to discuss the subject with over-built sooth, otherwise called the babbler, nothing shall prevent me from my intake that you are a wise and honorable young man. What more worthy and more glorious, in fact, quid quittara, tuba, velcampana dignius,

Starting point is 05:01:12 than nobly to risk your life to free your country from a monster, a brigand, a demon, in whom all demons, brigands, and monsters seem to be combined. Nobody need tell me that you are moved by mercenary motives. Noble Lord Ordner yields the price of his conflict

Starting point is 05:01:28 to the companion of his journey, to the old man who only guided him, within a mile of Waldahawk cave, for I am sure, young master, that you will allow me to await the result of your illustrious enterprise at the village of Serb, situated in the forest

Starting point is 05:01:42 within a mile of Walderhawk, will you not? And when your glorious victory is made known, sir, all Norway will thrill with joy like that of Vermont, the refugee, when from the summit of this same Owlmo Cliff,

Starting point is 05:01:54 which we just now passed, he saw the great fire kindled by his brother Halfdan on Mooncom Tower in token of his deliverance. at these words ordner interrupted him eagerly what is mungcombe tower visible from the top of this rock yes sir twelve miles to the south between the mountains which our fathers called frigger's footstools at this hour you should be able to see the light in the tower distinctly indeed exclaimed ordner fired by the idea of another glimpse of the seat of all his happiness old man of course there is a path leading to the top of the rock is there not yes to be sure a path which begins in the wood that lies just before us, and rises by a gentle slope to the bare

Starting point is 05:02:37 crown of the cliff, whence it is continued by steps cut in the rock by Vermon's companions, as far as the castle, where it ends. Those are the ruins which you see in the moonlight. Well, old man, you shall show me the path. We will spend the night in those ruins, in those ruins from which Moncormt Tower is visible. Can you really mean it, sir? asked Benignus. The fatigues of the day! Old man, I will support your steps. My footing was never more secure. Sir, the brambles that block the path, which has long been deserted, the fallen stones,

Starting point is 05:03:11 the darkness! I will take the lead. There may be some savage beast, some unclean animal, some hideous monster. I did not undertake this journey to avoid monsters. The idea of halting so near Oelmo was very unpleasant to spiagery, the thought of seeing Moncombe light and possibly the lied in Ethel's window, enraptured and transported Ordiner. Young master, urged Spiagody, give up this scheme, take my advice. I have a presentiment that it will bring us bad luck. This plea was as nothing in the face of Ordner's longing. Come, said he impatiently.

Starting point is 05:03:49 You must remember that you agree to serve me faithfully. I insist upon your showing me the path. Where is it? We shall come across it directly, said the keeper, forced to obey. in fact they soon saw the path they entered it but spiagody observed with surprise mixed with fright that the tall grass was broken and trampled and that vermond the refugee's old footpath seemed to have been recently trodden end of chapter nineteen chapter twenty of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger this liby vox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter twenty leonardo the king requires your presence henrique how so lope da vega la fuerza lastinosa general levin de knude sat at his desk which was covered with papers and open letters apparently lost in thought a secretary stood before him awaiting his orders the general now struck the rich carpet beneath his feet with his spurs and now absently toyed with the decoration of the elephant hanging about his neck from the collar

Starting point is 05:05:06 of the order. Occasionally he opened his lips as if to speak, then stopped, rubbed his head, and cast another glance at the unsealed dispatches littering the table. How the devil! he cried at last. This conclusive exclamation was followed by a brief silence. Who would ever have imagined, he resumed, that those devilish miners would have gone so far. Of course they were secretly a don't to this revolt. But do you know, Orphene, the thing looks serious. Do you know that? five or six hundred scoundrels from the Faroe Islands, headed by a certain old thief named Jonas, have already quitted the mines, that a young fanatic called Norbeth has also taken

Starting point is 05:05:47 command of the Gulbant's tal-mal contents, that all the hotheads of Sundmore, Hupfalo, and Kongsberg, who were only waiting the signal, may have risen already. Do you know that the mountaineers have joined the movement, and that they are headed by one of the boldest foxes of Keolan, old cannibal. And finally, do you know that, according to popular report in northern Trondheim, if we are to believe the Lord Mayor who had written me, that notorious criminal upon whose head we have set a prize, the much-dreaded Hans, has taken chief command of the insurrection? What do you say to all this, my dear Woffernet? Your Excellency, said Woffernet, knows what measures.

Starting point is 05:06:28 There is still another circumstance connected with this lamentable affair, which I can explain. That is how our prisoner, Schumacher, can be the author of the revolt as they claim. This seems to surprise no one, but it surprises me more than anything else. It is hard to believe that a man whose company my faithful ordinal loves can be a traitor. And yet it is asserted that the miners have risen in his name. His name is their watchword. They even give him the titles of which the king deprived him. All this seems certain, but how does it happen that Countess Dahlfeld knew all these details a week ago, at a time when the first real symptoms of trouble had scarcely begun to appear in the mines. It is strange.

Starting point is 05:07:12 No matter. I must provide for every emergency. Give me my seal, Woffernet. The general wrote three letters, sealed them and handed them to his secretary. See that this message is sent to Baron Votaun, Colonel of Musketeers, now garrisoned at Monkorm, so that his regiment may march at once to the seat of the revolt. this to the officer in command at muncombe an order to guard the ex-chancellor more closely than ever i must see and question this schumacher myself then dispatch this letter to skongan to major walm who is in command there directing him to send forward the portion of the garrison to the centre of rebellion goophani and see that these orders are executed at once the secretary went out leaving the governor plunged in meditation all this is very alarming thought he

Starting point is 05:08:00 these miners rebelling in one place this chancellor intriguing in another that crazy ordner nobody knows where he may be travelling in the very midst of all these rioters leaving schumacher here under my protection to conspire against the state and his daughter for whose safety i have been kind enough to remove the company of soldiers to which that frederick dalafeld belongs whom ordner accuses of why it seems to me that this very company might easily stop the advance columns of the insurgents it is very well situated for that wallstrom where it is stationed is near lake meosan and alba ruin that is one of the places of which the rebels will be sure to take possession at this point in his reverie the general was interrupted by the sound of the opening door well what do you want gustavus general a messenger asked to speak for a moment with your excellency well what is it now what fresh disaster. Let the messenger come in. The messenger entered and handed a packet to the governor, saying, From his highness, the viceroy, your excellency. The general hurriedly tore open the dispatch. By St. George, he cried with a start of surprise. I believe that they have all gone mad. If he is not the viceroy requesting me to proceed to Bergen. He says it is on

Starting point is 05:09:17 urgent business by order of the king. A fine time this to transact urgent business. The Lord now travelling in the province of trontime will take your place during your absence here's a substitute in whom i have no confidence the bishop will assist him really these are excellent governors that frederick chooses for a country in a state of revolt two gentlemen of the cloth a chancellor and the bishop well no matter the invitation is express it is the order of the king needs must obey but before i go i must see schumacher and question him i am sure that there is a plot to involve me in a network of intrigue but i have one unerring compass my conscience end of chapter twenty chapter twenty one of hans of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger this liby vox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter twenty one the voice of thy slain brother's blood cries out even from the ground unto the lord cain a mystery yes count it was this very day in arbor ruin that we were told he might be found countless circumstances lead me to believe in the truth of this valuable information which i accidentally picked up yesterday as i told you at olmo village are we far from this arbor ruin it is close by lake meosen the guide assures me that we shall be there before noon these words were spoken by two horsemen muffled in brown cloaks who early one morning were pursuing one of the many narrow winding paths which run in every direction through the forest lying between lakes meosan and spabo a mountain guide provided with a hunting-horn and an axe led the way upon his little gray pony and behind the travellers rode four men armed to the teeth toward whom these two persons occasionally turned as if afraid of being overheard if that iceland thief is really lurking in arbor ruin

Starting point is 05:11:24 said one rider whose steed kept the respectful distance behind the other it is a great point gained for the difficulty hitherto has been to find this mysterious being do you think so must demon and suppose he declines our offers impossible your grace what brigand could resist gold and a free pardon but you know that this is no common scoundrel do not judge him by yourself if he should refuse how can you keep your promise of night before last as to the three leaders of the insurrection. Oh well, noble Count, in that case, which I regard as impossible, if we are lucky enough to find our men, has your grace forgotten that a false hands of Iceland awaits me two days' hands at the hour and place appointed for meeting the three chiefs at Bluestar, a place, moreover, conveniently near Arbor ruins.

Starting point is 05:12:15 You are right, my dear Most Demon, as usual, said the Count, and each resumed his own particular line of thought. must demon whose interest it was to keep his master in good humor for the purpose of diverting him asked the guide a question my good man what is that ruined stone cross yonder behind those young oaks the guide a man with fixed stare and stupid mean turned his head and shook it several times as he said oh master that is the oldest gallows in norway holy king olaf had it built for a judge who made the compact with a robber mas deemann saw by his patron's face that the guy guide's artless words had produced an effect quite contrary to that which he hoped it is a curious story the guide added good mother oziah told it to me the robber was ordered to hang the judge the poor guide in his simplicity did not suppose that the incident with which he meant to entertain his employers was almost an insult to them must demon stopped him ah that will do said he we have heard a story before insolent fellow muttered the count he has heard the story before.

Starting point is 05:13:24 Oh, Masteman, you shall pay for your impudence yet. Did your grace speak to me? Obsequiously asked Masteman. I was thinking how I could obtain the order of the Danabog for you. The marriage of my daughter Ulrika and Baron Ordner would be an excellent opportunity. Must demon was profuse in protestations and thanks. By the way, added his grace, let us talk business. Do you suppose that the temporary,

Starting point is 05:13:52 recall which we sent him has reached the macklenburger the reader may remember that the count was in the habit of thus designating general levin the knude who was indeed the native of macklenburg let us talk business thought the injured mastemon it seems that my affairs are not business count he replied aloud i think that the viceroyce messenger must be in tron time by this time and therefore general levin must be getting ready to start the count assumed a kindly tone that recall my dear fellow was one of your master's strokes one of your best planned and most skilfully executed intrigues the credit belongs as much to your grace as to me replied mas demon careful as we have already remarked to mix the count in all his machinations the master understood this secret desire of his confidant but chose to seem unconscious of it he smiled my dear private secretary you are always modest but nothing can make me depreciate your most eminent services elphigar's presence and the macklenburgers absence assure my triumph in trondheim i am now at the head of the province and if hans of iceland accepts the command of the rebels which i intend to offer him in person to me will fall in the eyes of the king the glory of putting down this distressing insurrection and capturing this terrible brigand they were chatting thus in low voices when the guide rode back to them masters said he here on our left is the hillock upon which bion de just had the double-tongued vellon beheaded in the presence of his entire army the traitor having driven off the king's allies and summoned the enemy to the camp that he might have the appearance of saving bjorn's life all these reminiscences of old norway did not seem to be to must demon's taste for he hurriedly interrupted the guide

Starting point is 05:15:49 come come good man be silent and go your way without turning back so often what do we care about the foolish stories of which these ruins and dead trees remind you you annoy my master with your old wife's tales end of chapter twenty one chapter twenty two of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger this libravox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter twenty two now the hungry lion roars and the wolf behoules the moon while the heavy ploughman snores all with weary task foredone now the wasted brands do glow whilst the screech owl screeching loud puts the wretch that lies in woe in remembrance of a shroud now it is the time of night that the graves all gaping wide every one lets forth his pride in the church way path to glide. Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream. Let us now retrace our steps. We left Ordner and Spiagotry struggling laboriously up the brow of Owlmo Cliff by the light of the rising moon. This rock, bear of vegetation at the point where it begins to curve, is from this peculiarity called by the Norwegian peasants, the vulture's neck, a name which gives an excellent

Starting point is 05:17:18 idea of the aspect of this huge granite boulder as seen from a distance. as our travellers approached this part of the rock the forest changed to hither grass gave place to moss wild briar roses broom and holly were substituted for oaks and beeches a scantier growth which in mountainous regions always shows that the summit is near as it indicates the gradual diminution of the stratum of earth covering what may be termed the skeleton of the mountain mr ordner said spiagdry whose lively mind seemed ever appraight to a varying world of ideas this is a very tiresome climb and it takes all my devotion to follow you but it seems to me that i see a superb convolvulus yonder to the right how should i like to examine it why is it not broad daylight don't you think it was a great piece of impertinence to value a learned man like me at no more than four paltry crowns tis true the famous fedrus was a slave and isup if we are to believe the learned planudus was sold at a fair like a beast of bird or household chettle and who would not be proud to bear any sort of resemblance to the great isop or to the celebrated hands added ordner with a smile by stispicious replied the keeper do not utter that name so lightly i swear i could readily forego the latter comparison but wouldn't it be strange if benigness biagudry his companion in misfortune should win the reward for his head mr ordner you are more generous than jason for his he did not give the golden fleece to the Argonaut pilot.

Starting point is 05:18:56 And I am sure that your mission, although I do not clearly understand its object, is no less perilous than that of Jason. Well, said Ordner, since you know hands of Iceland, tell me something about him. You say that he is by no means a giant, as is generally supposed. Spiagody interrupted him. Stop, master, don't you hear footsteps behind us? Yes, quietly answered the young man. Don't be alarmed.

Starting point is 05:19:23 It is some animal frightened at our coming, and brushing against the bushes in its flight. You are right, my young Caesar. It is so long since these woods have seen the face of man. If we may judge by its heavy tread, it must be a good-sized animal. It may be an elk or a reindeer. This part of Norway abounds in these beasts.

Starting point is 05:19:42 Wild cats are also found here. I saw one myself, which was brought to Copenhagen. He was monstrous big. I must give you a description of this ferocious animal. my dear guide said ordner i would rather that you would give me a description of another and no less ferocious monster the horrible hands speak lower sir how calmly you utter that name you do not know good heaven sir just hear that as biagody said this he drew closer to ordner who did indeed distinctly hear a cry similar to the growl which as the reader may remember had so alarmed the timid keep on the stormy night of their departure from ton time. Did you hear that?

Starting point is 05:20:26 He whispered, breathless with fright. To be sure I did, said Odner, but I don't see why you tremble so violently. It is the howl of some wild beast, possibly the cry of one of those very wild cats of which you were just talking. Did you expect to pass through such a place at this time of night without disturbing any of its inhabitants? I'll warrant you, old men, they are far more frightened than you are. Spiagody, seeing his young companion's composure, was somewhat reassured.

Starting point is 05:20:55 Well, it may be, sir, that you are right. But that yell sounded terribly like a voice that I— It was a very poor idea, let me tell you, sir, to insist upon climbing up to this vermin's castle. I fear we shall meet with some accident not the vulture's neck. Fear nothing while you are with me, answered Ordinner. Oh, nothing disturbs you. But, sir, nobody but the blessed St. Paul can handle vipers.

Starting point is 05:21:20 without getting bitten. You did not even notice when we struck into this confounded footpath that it seemed to have been recently trodden, and that the grass had not had time to lift its head since it was trampled. I confessed that I did not pay much heat to it, and that my peace of mind is not dependent upon the state of a few blades of grass. See, we are now out of the thicket. We shall hear no more from the wild beasts. I need not therefore tell you, my brave guide, to summon all your courage, but rather bid you muster all your strength, for that, this path, cut in the rock, will doubtless be even steeper than the one we have left. It is not that it is steeper, sir, but the learned traveller, Saxon, says that it is often

Starting point is 05:21:59 impeded by rocks or heavy stones, too big to be handled, over which it is not easy to clamber. Among others, there is, just beyond the Malaya poston, which must be close at hand, a huge triangular granite boulder, which I have always had the greatest desire to see. Schoenning asserts that he discovered the three primitive, runic characters on it. The travellers had for some time been climbing the face of the rock. They now reached a small ruined tower, through which their path led, and to which Spiagodry drew ordner's attention. This is the Malaya post-on, sir.

Starting point is 05:22:33 This path ewn in the living rock contains several curious structures, which show the ancient style of fortification used in our Norwegian manor houses. This poston, which was always guarded by four men at arms, was the first outwork of Vermont's fort. Speaking of postons, the monk Eurencius makes an odd remark. He asks whether the word Janna, derived from Janus, whose temple doors were so widely celebrated, has any connection with Janissari, a name applied to the troops who guard the Sultan's gate. It would be strange enough if the name of the mildest prince known to history should have passed to the most ferocious soldiers upon earth.

Starting point is 05:23:13 In the midst of all the keeper's scientific twaddle, they journeyed laboriously along, over loose stones and sharp pebbles, mingled with the short slippery grass, which sometimes grows upon rocks. Ordner beguiled his weariness by thinking how delightful it would be to gaze once more upon distant montcalm. All at once, Biagogy exclaimed,

Starting point is 05:23:33 "'Oh, I see it! This side alone repays me for all my trouble! I see it, sir, I see it!' see what said ordner who was just then thinking of ethel why sir the three-sided pyramid described by shunning i shall be the third scientific man with professor shunning and bishop isleif to have the pleasure of studying it only it is a great pity that there is no moon as they approached the famous boulder spiagodry uttered an exclamation of horror and distress ordner in surprise asked with some interest the cause of this new emotion but the archaeologist was for a time under unable to reply. You thought, said Ordiner, that this rock blocked the path. On the contrary, you should be grateful to find that it leaves it entirely open. And that is the very thing which provokes me, said Benigness in piteous accents. What do you mean?

Starting point is 05:24:27 Why, sir, replied the keeper, do you not see that the position of the pyramid has been changed, that the base which rested on the path is now uppermost, and that the boulder stands upside down upon the very side on which Scheng discovered the primordial runic letters. I am indeed unfortunate. It is a pity, said the young man. And besides, hastily added Spiagery, the overturning of this mass of stone proves the presence of some superhuman being. Unless it be the work of the devil, there is but one man in Norway whose arm could.

Starting point is 05:25:01 My poor guy, there you are, giving way again to your foolish fears. Who knows but this stone has slain dust for more than a hundred years? it is a hundred and fifty years it is true said spiagody more quietly since the last scientific man observed it but it seems to me to have been moved recently the place which it formerly occupied is still damp look sir ordner impatient to reach the ruins dragged his guide away from the marvellous pyramid and succeeded by gentle words in removing the fresh fears with which this strange displacement inspired the aged scholar see here old man you can take it take up your abode on the borders of this lake and devote yourself to your important studies when you get the thousand crowns reward for hans's head you are right noble sir but do not speak so lightly of so dubious a victory i must give you one piece of advice which may help you to overcome the monster ordiner drew eagerly towards piagogy advice what is it the robber said the latter in a low voice casting uneasy glances around him the robber wears at his belt a skull from which he usually drinks. It is the skull of his son, of the mutilation of whose corpse I am accused. Speak a little louder and don't be frightened. I can hardly hear you. Well, this skull?

Starting point is 05:26:20 This skull, says Biagudry, bending to whisper in the young man's ear, You must try to obtain. The monster attaches a certain superstitious importance to its possession. His son's skull, once yours, you can do what you will with him. That is all very well, my good fellow, but how I might might. to get this skull. By some stratagem, sir, while the monster sleeps, perhaps? Ordner interrupted him.

Starting point is 05:26:45 Enough. Your good advice is useless. I cannot be supposed to know when my enemy is asleep. My sword is the only weapon which I recognize. Sir, sir, it has never been proof that the archangel Michael

Starting point is 05:26:58 did not resort to stratagem to vanquish Satan. He is spiagody stopped short, and stretching out his hands exclaimed in scarcely audible tones. Oh heavens! Oh heavens! What do I see? Look, master!

Starting point is 05:27:13 Is not that a short man walking before us in the path? Faith, said Ordner, raising his eyes. I see nothing. Nothing, sir. To be sure, the path bends, and he has disappeared behind that rock. Go no farther, sir, I entreat you. Surely if the person whom you imagined that you saw disappeared so quickly, it shows that he has no idea of waiting for us.

Starting point is 05:27:35 And if he chooses to run away, that is no reason. reason why we should do the same. Watch over us wholly auspicious, ejaculated Sbyagery, who in all moments of danger remembered his favorite saint. You must, added Ordner, have taken the flickering shadow of some startled owl for a man. And yet I really thought I saw a little man.

Starting point is 05:27:57 To be sure, the moonlight often produces strange delusions. It was in the moonlight that Baldan, Lord of Mernu, took a white bed-curtain for his mother's ghost, which led him to go next day and confess himself guilty of periscite before the judges of christiania who were about to condemn the dead woman's innocent page so we may say that the moonlight saved that page's life no one was ever more ready than spiagodry to forget the present in the past one anecdote from the vast storehouse of his memory was enough to banish all thought of the present thus the story of balden diverted his fears and he added in a tranquil voice it is quite possible that the moonlight deceived me too meantime they gained the top of the vulture's neck and began to get another glimpse of the ruins which the steep slope of the rock had hidden from them as they ascended the reader need not be surprised if we frequent encounter ruins on the topmost peak of Norwegian mountains. No one who has traveled among the mountains of Europe

Starting point is 05:28:56 can have failed to notice the remains of fortresses and castles clinging to the top of the loftiest peaks, like the deserted nest of a vulture or the eerie of some dead eagle. In Norway especially, at the period of which we write, the variety of these aerial structures was as amazing as their number. Sometimes they consisted of long dismantled walls and closing a rock. sometimes of slender-pointed turrets surmounting a sharp peak like a crown, or upon the snowy summit of a lofty mountain might be seen great towers grouped about a massive dungeon,

Starting point is 05:29:29 looking in the distance like an antique diadem. Here were the graceful pointed arches of a Gothic cloister, side by side with the heavy Egyptian columns of a Saxon church. There, close by some pagan chieftain's citadel with its square towers, stood the granulated fortress of a Christian lord. or again a stronghold crumbling with age labored by a monastery ravaged by war. Of all these edifices, a strange medley of architectural styles, now almost forgotten, daringly constructed in apparently inaccessible spots,

Starting point is 05:30:01 but a few ruins remained to bear witness alike to the power and the impotence of men. Within their walls, deeds were perhaps done far worthy of repetition than all the stories which are written now. But time passed, the eyes which witnessed them, them are closed. The tradition of them died with the lapse of years, like a fire which is not fed. And when that is lost, who can read the secret of the ages? The manor-house of vermin, the refugee, which our two travellers had now reached, was one of those places about which popular superstition has woven endless amazing histories and marvellous legends. By its walls,

Starting point is 05:30:39 composed of pebbles bedded in cement now harder than stone, it was easy to determine that it was built about the fifth or sixth century. But one of its five towers remained standing, the other four, more or less dilapidated and strewing the top of the rock with broken fragments, were connected by a line of ruins, which also showed the ancient limits of the inner courts of the castle. It was very difficult to penetrate this enclosure, littered as it was with stones and shattered blocks of granite, and overgrown with weeds and brambles which, clambering from ruin to ruin, crowned the broken walls with verdure, or overhung the precipice with long flexible branches. On these drooping tendrils, it was said, dim ghosts often swung in the moonlight,

Starting point is 05:31:21 the guilty spirits of those who had willfully drowned themselves in Lake's Barbo, and to these twigs too the water sprite fastened the cloud which was to bear him home again at sunrise. Fearful mysteries were these, more than once witnessed by hardy fisherman, when to take advantage of the time when dogfish sleep, they ventured to row as far as Owlmowcliff, which loomed up in the darkness over their heads like the broken arch of some huge bridge. Our two adventurers climbed the manor wall, though not without some difficulty, and crept through a crevice for the door was filled with fragments. The only tower which, as we have said, remained standing, was at the extreme edge of the rock. It was, Spiagri told Odner, from the top of this tower that Moncombe Lighthouse could be seen.

Starting point is 05:32:05 They went towards it, although the darkness was at that moment. and complete, the moon being hidden by a great black cloud. They were about to cross a breach in another wall, in order to enter what was once the second courtyard of the castle, when Benignus stopped short and suddenly seized Ordinner's arm with such a trembling hand that the young man himself almost fell. What now? asked Ordner in surprise. Benignus, without answering, pressed his arm more firmly, as if begging him to be silent. Well, said the young man, another pressure, accompanied by an ill-suppressed sigh, decided him to wait patiently until this fresh fright should cease. At last, Biagody asked in a stifled voice,

Starting point is 05:32:46 Well, master, what do you say now? To what? said Ordner. Yes, sir, added the other in the same tone. I suppose you are sorry now that you came here. No, indeed, my worthy guide. On the contrary, I hope to climb higher still. Why should you think that I am sorry? What, sir, did you not see?

Starting point is 05:33:07 see what you saw nothing repeated the honest keeper with ever increasing terror truly i did not impatiently answered ordner i saw nothing and i heard nothing but the sound of your teeth chattering with fright what not behind that wall in the shadow those two flaming eyes like comets fixed directly upon us did you not see them upon my honor i did not see them move up and down and then disappear among the room I don't know what you are talking about. Besides, what if I did see them? What? Mr. Ordner, don't you know that there is but one man in Norway whose eyes gleam in that way in the dark? Well, and what then? Who is this man with the eyes of a cat? Is it hence, your much dreaded Icelander? So much the better if he be here. It will spare as a journey to Walderhog. This so much the better was not to the taste of spiagody who could not help betraying his secret thought by the involuntary. ejaculation.

Starting point is 05:34:08 Oh, sir, you promised to leave me at the village of Serp, a mile away from the battle. The generous and kindly Ordner understood and smiled. You are right, old man. It would be unfair to make you share my danger. Therefore, fear nothing. You see these hands of Iceland everywhere. May there not be some wildcat lurking among these ruins, whose eyes shine quite as fiercely as his do? Once more, Sbiagogy's fears were set at rest, either because Ordinner's suggestions struck him as very plausible,

Starting point is 05:34:37 or because his young companion's composure proved contagious. Ah, sir, said he, if it had not been for you, I should have died a dozen deaths from fright as I climbed these rocks. To be sure, I should never have attempted such a task if it had not been for you. The moon, which now broke through the clouds, showed them the gateway to the highest tower,

Starting point is 05:34:57 the foot of which they had already reached. They entered after raising a thick curtain of vines, which showered them with drowsy lizards and old decayed birds' nests. The keeper picked up a couple of people, pebbles and striking them together produced a few sparks, by means of which he soon set fire to a heap of dead leaves and dry branches collected by ordner. In a few moments a bright column of flame rose into the air, and banishing the darkness about them permitted them to examine the interior of the tower. Nothing was left by the circular wall, which was very thick and was

Starting point is 05:35:28 overgrown with moss and vines. The ceiling and floors of its four stories had crumbled away one after the other, and now formed a vast heap of rubbish upon the ground. A narrow-spirled staircase, entirely without a railing, and broken in various places, was built in the wall, to the top of which it led. As the fire began to crackle cheerily, a swarm of owls and ospreys flew up heavily, with strange, weird cries, and huge bets now and then hovered above the flames, poised upon their ashen wings. Our hosts do not receive us very merrily, said Ordner, but do not take fright again.

Starting point is 05:36:02 "'Aye, sir,' replied Sbiagody, seating himself close to the fire. "'I fear an owl or a bet. I have dwelt with corpses, and I do not fear vampires. Ha! I only dread the living! I am not brave, I admit, but at least I am not superstitious. Come, sir, take my advice, let us laugh at these ladies in black petticoats and with such hoarse voices, and let us be thinking of supper.' Ordner thought of nothing but Munkong. "'I have here a few provisions,' said Smythroats. biagodry drawing his knapsack from under his cloak but if your appetite be as good as mine this black bread and mouldy cheese will not go far i see that we shall have to observe the limits of the law laid down by the french king philip the fair nemo audeat comedere preter duo fercula cum

Starting point is 05:36:51 there must be nests of gulls or pheasants on the top of this tower but how are we to get there by that dilapidated staircase which does not look as if it would bear the weight of anything but a sylph still answered ordner it must needs bear mine for i shall certainly climb to the top of this tower what master to get a few gulls nests do not for mercy's sake be so rash it is not worth while to kill yourself for the sake of a better supper besides suppose you should make a mistake and take the nests of these owls much i care for your nests didn't you tell me that i could see munkom light from the top of this tower so you can young master it lies to the south i see that your desire to establish this point so important to the science of geography was your motive for taking this fatiguing journey to vermon castle but do consider good mr ordner that it may sometimes be the duty of a zealous student to brave toil and hardship but never to run run into danger. I implore you, do not attempt that poor broken-down staircase upon which even a crow would not venture to purge. Benignus was by no means anxious to be left alone in the tower. As he rose to take Ordiners' hand, his knapsack, which was lying across his knees, fell upon some stones and gave forth a clear metallic ring.

Starting point is 05:38:08 What have you in your wallet that rings so loudly? asked Ordinner. This was such a delicate question that Sbiagodry lost all desire to restrain his young companion. Well, said he without answering the question, if in spite of all my prayers you persist in climbing to the top of this tower, at least beware of the broken places in the stairs. But, repeated Ordner, you have not told me what you have in your knapsack to make it sound so metallic. This indiscreet persistence was extremely unpleasant to the old keeper,

Starting point is 05:38:38 who cursed the questioner from the bottom of his soul. Oh, noble master, he replied, how can you show such curiosity about a paltry iron barber's basin which clinked against the stone? If I cannot persuade you to change your mind, he made haste to add. Come back as soon as you can, and be careful to hold fast to the vines which cover the wall. You will see Munkholm Lighthouse to the south, between Frigas footstools. Spiagody could not have said anything better calculated to drive every other idea out of the young man's head. Ordner, throwing aside his mantle, sprang.

Starting point is 05:39:13 toward the staircase, up which the keeper followed him with his eyes, until he could only see him move like a faint shadow upward to the top of the wall, dimly lighted by the flickering flames and the cold rays of the moon. Then reseating himself and picking up his knapsack, he said, Now, my dear benigness Biagody, while that young lynx cannot see you, and you are alone, make haste and break the cumbers iron envelope, which prevents you from taking possession, Oculis et Manu of the treasure undoubtedly contained in this casket. When it is delivered from its prison, it will be lighter to carry and easier to conceal.

Starting point is 05:39:51 Arming himself with a huge stone, he was about to break the lid of the box, when the firelight, falling on the iron lock, suddenly arrested the antiquarian. By St. Ville brought the numismatologist. I am not mistaken, he exclaimed, eagerly rubbing the rusty lid. those are indeed the arms of Griffinfeld. I came near doing a very foolish thing in breaking this lock. This may be the only perfect

Starting point is 05:40:15 copy in existence of those famous armorial bearings, destroyed in 1676 by the hangman's hand. The devil, I will not touch this box. Whatever may be the value of its contents, unless, as seems scarcely probable, it should be coin of

Starting point is 05:40:31 Palmyra or Cartaginian money, this is certainly still more precious. So here I am the sole owner of the now obsolete arms of Griffinfeld. Let me hide this treasure carefully, and I may sometime discover the secret of opening the casket without committing an act of vandalism. The Griffinfeld arms. Oh yes, here are the hand of justice and the scales upon a ghouless ground. What luck! At each fresh heraldic discovery that he made as he polished the ancient coffer, he uttered a cry of admiration or an exclamation of content. By means of a solvent I can open the box without breaking the lock.

Starting point is 05:41:10 It probably contains the ex-chancellor's treasure. If anyone, tempted by the bait of the four crowns, offered by the council for my head, should recognize me now and stop me, I can readily buy my freedom. So this blessed casket will save me. As he spoke he looked up mechanically. All at once his grotesque features changed with lightning speed from an expression of intense delight, to that of stupefied dismay. His limbs trembled convulsively, his eyes became fixed, his brow furrowed, his mouth gaped wide, and his voice stuck in his throat. Before him, on the other side of the fire, stood a little man with folded arms. By his dress of blood-stained skins, his stone-ex, his red beard and the ravenous stare fastened on his face, the wretched keeper

Starting point is 05:41:56 at once recognized the frightful character whose last visit he had received in the splengers that tron. time. It is I, said the little man with terrible calmness. That casket will save you, he added with a bitterly sarcastic smile. Spiaggery, is this the way to thock tree? The unfortunate man tried to stammer a word of excuse. The thog tree, sir, my lord and master, I was going. You were going to Waldhog.

Starting point is 05:42:32 replied the other in a voice of thunder. The terrified spiagogy mustered all his forces to deny the charge. You were guiding an enemy to my retreat. I thank you. T'will be one living man the less. Fear nothing, faithful guide. He shall follow you. The luckless keeper strove to shriek,

Starting point is 05:42:56 but could with difficulty utter a feeble moan. Why are you so frightened at me? my presence. You were seeking me. Ah, Kyi, do not speak, or you are a dead man. The little man swung his stone axe above the keeper's head. He added in a voice which sounded like the roar of a mountain torrent as it bursts from some subterranean cave. You have betrayed me. No, your grace, no, your excellency, gasped benigness scarcely able to articulate these words of apology and entreaty. The other gave vent to a low growl.

Starting point is 05:43:37 You would deceive me again. Hope not to succeed. Listen. I was on the roof of the splengest when you sealed your compact with that mad fool. Twice you have heard my voice. It was my voice you heard amid the storm upon your road. It was I whom you met in Vigla Tower.

Starting point is 05:44:03 It was I who said, we shall meet again. The terrified keeper looked about him in despair, as if to summon help. The little man went on. I could not let those soldiers who pursued you escape my wrath. They belonged to the Monkholm regiment. I knew that I should not lose you. Spiaggery, it was I whom you saw again in Oval. more village beneath the miners head it was my footstep and my voice that you heard and my eyes that you saw as you climbed to these ruins it was

Starting point is 05:44:49 alas the unfortunate man was but too well convinced of these dreadful truth he rolled upon the ground at the feet of his fearful judge crying in feigned and agonizing accents mercy the little man his arms still folded fixed upon him a murderous look more scorching even than the flames upon the hearth ask that casket to save you as you said it would do he said sarcastically mercy sir mercy repeated the expiring victim i want you to be faithful and to be dumb you have not been faithful but in future I protest that you shall be dumb. The keeper grasping the horrible meaning of these words uttered a deep groan. Fear nothing, said the man. I will not part you from your treasure. At these words, unfastening his leather belt,

Starting point is 05:45:57 he passed it through a ring on the cover of the casket, and by this means hung it about Spiagogy's neck, the poor fellow bending beneath its weight. Come, rejoined the monster. To what devil will you confide your soul? Make haste and summon him, lest another demon, whom you do not care about, take possession of it before him?

Starting point is 05:46:20 The desperate old man, past all power of speech, fell at the little man's niece, making countless gestures of terror and entreaty. No, no, said his tormentor. my faithfuls be agadry you need not be distressed at leaving your young companion without a guide i promise you that he shall go where you go follow me you do but show him the way come with these words seizing the wretched man in his powerful arms he bore him from the tower as a tiger might carry off a writhing serpent and a moment later a fearful shriek rang through the ruins mingling with a horrible burst of laughter. End of Chapter 22.

Starting point is 05:47:11 Chapter 23 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Algell. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia. Chapter 23 Yes, we may reveal to the faithful lover's tear-wet eye the distant object of his adoration, but alas, the moments of expectation,

Starting point is 05:47:34 the farewells, the thoughts, the sweet and bitter memories, the enchanting dreams of two beings that love. Who can restore these? Maturin. Bertram Meantime the venturesome ordner, after a score or more of narrow escapes from a fall during his perilous ascent, reached the top of the thick round tower wall. At his unexpected visit, dusky old owls abruptly aroused from their nests, flew up, staring at him as they sailed away, and loose stones, displaced by his tread,

Starting point is 05:48:06 rolled into the abyss rebounding from projections in the masonry with a remote hollow roar at any other time ordner's gaze would have roamed far and wide and his mind would have dwelt upon the depth of the gulf yawning beneath him which seemed even greater from the thick darkness of the night his eye taking in all the great masses of shadow on the horizon their sombre outlines but half revealed by a nebulous moon would have striven to distinguish between mist and rocks between mountains and clouds his imagination would have lent life to all the gigantic forms the fantastic shapes with which moonlight close hills and vapors he would have listened to the indistinct murmur of lake and woods blended with the shrill sow of the wind through the crevices in the stones and through the dried grass at his feet and his fancy would have lent words to all those low voices through which material nature speaks while man sleeps in the silence of the night but although the scene unconsciously acted upon his whole being other thoughts filled his his mind. Hardly had his foot touched the top of the wall when his eye turned to the southern sky, and he thrilled with unspeakable rapture, as he saw beyond and between two small mountains, a point of light gleaming upon the horizon like a red star. It was Munkholm beacon. None but those who have tasted the truest joys which life can give can understand the young

Starting point is 05:49:28 man's happiness. His soul was filled with delight. His heart beat violently. motionless, his eye fixed, he gazed at the star of hope and consolation. It seemed as if that beam of light traversing the darkness, and coming from the spot which held all that made life worth living, bore with it something of his ethel. I do not doubt it, one's soul may sometimes hold mysterious communion with another, though widely parted by time and space. In vain the world of reality rears its barriers between two beings who love.

Starting point is 05:49:59 Inhabitants of an ideal world, they are present to each, other in absence they are united in death what can mere bodily separation or physical distance avail if two hearts be indissolubly bound by a single thought and a common desire true love may suffer but it cannot die who has not repeatedly lingered on a rainy night beneath some dimly lighted window who has not passed and repassed a certain door rapturously wandered up and down before a certain house who has not abruptly retraced his steps to follow at evening along some deserted winding street, a floating skirt or a white veil suddenly recognized in the

Starting point is 05:50:38 twilight. He who has never experienced these feelings may safely say that he has never loved. As he gazed at the distant lighthouse, Ordinor pondered. A sad and ironical contentment took the place of his first transports. A thousand varying thoughts and ideas crowded upon his agitated spirit. Yes, said he, a man must labor long and painfully to win at the ray of happiness in the vast night of existence so she is there she sleeps she dreams perhaps she thinks of me but who will tell her that her ordner even now hangs above an abyss sad and lonely surrounded by darkness her ordner who retains nothing of her but a single ringlet pressed to his heart and a faint light upon the horizon then looking at the ruddy glow of the huge fire burning in the tower beneath and escape through the crevices in the wall he murmured perhaps from one of her prison windows she casts an indifferent glance at the far-off flame upon this hearth all at once a loud shriek and a prolonged burst of laughter rose from the brink of the precipice below he turned abruptly and saw that the interior of the tower was vacant alarmed for the safety of the old man he hurriedly descended but he had taken but a few steps when he heard the dialer the dialer the dialer the darker

Starting point is 05:52:04 splash, as if a heavy body had been thrown into the deep waters of the lake. End of Chapter 23 Chapter 24 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alja. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia. Chapter 24 Count Don Sanjo-Dias, Lord of Seldana, shed bitter tears in his prison cell. Full of despair, he sighed forth in solitude in.

Starting point is 05:52:39 his complaints against King Alfonso. Oh, sad moments when my white locks remind me how many years I have already passed in this horrible prison. Old Spanish romance. The sun was setting, and its horizontal beams through the dark shadow of the prison bars upon Schumacher's woolen gown and Ethel's scrape dress, as they sat by the high-arched casement, the old man in a great Gothic chair, the young girl upon a stool at his feet. The prisoner seemed to be brooding in his favorite melancholy attitude.

Starting point is 05:53:11 His bald wrinkled brow rested on his hand, and his face was hidden, save for the long white beard which hung down his breast in sad disorder. Father, said Ethel, trying by every means to rouse him. My lord and father, I dreamed last night of a happy future. Look, dear father, raise your eyes and see that bright, cloudless sky. I can only see the sky, the old man replied, through my prison bars, as I can only see your future, Ethel, through my misfortunes. Then his head, for an instant lifted, fell back upon his hands, and both was silent.

Starting point is 05:53:47 Father? rejoined the young girl a moment later in a timid voice. Are you thinking of Lord Ordena? Ordiner? said the old man as if striving to recall the name. Ah, I know whom you mean. What of him? Do you think that he will soon return, Father? he has been gone so long. This is the fourth day. The old man shook his head sadly. I think that when four years have passed, his return will be as close at hand as it is today. Ethel turned pale. Heavens! Then you think that he will not come back?

Starting point is 05:54:21 Schumacher made no answer. The young girl repeated her question in an anxious and beseeching tone. Did he not promise to return? said the old man curtly. Yes, to be sure. Eagerly answered. Ethel. Well, how can you reckon upon his coming, then? Is he not a man? I believe that the vulture will return to a dead body, but I have no faith in the return of spring when the year is on the wane. Ethel, seeing that her father had relapsed into his wanted melancholy, took courage. The voice of her young and virginal soul proudly denied the old man's morbid philosophy. "'Father,' she said firmly, "'Lord Ordinor will return. He is not like other men.'

Starting point is 05:55:03 "'What do you know about it, girl?' "'What you know yourself, my lord and father?' "'I know nothing,' said the old man. "'I heard words from a man, and they promised the actions of a god.' Then he added, with a bitter smile, "'I have weighed them well, and I see that they are too beautiful to be true. "'And I, sir, believe them because they are so beautiful.' "'Oh, girl, if you were what you should be,

Starting point is 05:55:29 "'countess of Ternsberg and princes of Wallin, surrounded as you would be by a swarm of handsome traitors and selfish adorers, such credulity would be most dangerous. It is not credulity, my lord and father, but confidence. It is easy to see, Ethel, that there is French blood in your veins. This idea led the old man by an imperceptible transition to a different train of thought, and he added, with a certain complacency, for those who degraded your father to a point lower yet than that from which he had raised himself, cannot deny that you are the daughter of Charlotte, princess of Tarantum, or that one of your ancestors was Adela or Edela, countess of Flanders, whose name

Starting point is 05:56:12 you bear. Ethel's mind was running on quite other things. Father, you misjudged the noble ordner. Noble, my daughter. What do you mean by that? I have made men noble, who proved themselves very vile. I do not mean, sir, that his nobility is of the kind conferred by men. do you know that he is descended from some jarl or hirsa i know as little of his descend as you do father he may be she added with downcast eyes the son of a vessel or a serf alas crowns and liars may be painted upon the velvet covering of a footstool

Starting point is 05:56:51 i only mean that judged by your own standard my revered sire he has a noble heart of all the man whom she had seen ordner was the one whom ethel knew at once best and least. He had dawned upon her destiny, like one of those angels who visited the first man, wrapped alike in mystery and in radiant light. Their mere presence revealed their nature, and they were at once adored. Thus Ordner had shown Ethel what men usually conceal, his heart. He had been silent concerning that of which they usually make boast, his country and his family. His look was enough for Ethel, and she had faith in his words. She loved him, she had given him her life, she was intimate with his soul, and she did not know his name. A noble heart, repeated the old man.

Starting point is 05:57:37 A noble heart. Such nobility is higher than any in the gift of kings. It is the gift of God. He is less lavish with it than our day. The prisoner raised his eyes to his shatter discussion, as he added, and he never withdraws it. Then, father, said the girl, he who retains the one should be easily consoled for the lost.

Starting point is 05:57:59 of the other. These words startled her father and restored his courage. He replied in a firm voice. You are right, girl, but you do not know that the disgrace held by the world to be unjust is sometimes confirmed by our secret conscience. Such is our poor nature. Once unhappy, countless voices which slumbered in the time of our prosperity, wake within us, and accuse us of false and errors before unnoted. Say not so illustrious father, said Ethel deeply. moved, for by the old man's altered voice, she felt that he had allowed the secret source of one of his greatest sorrows to escape him. She raised her eyes to his face, and, kissing his pallid withered hand, she added gently,

Starting point is 05:58:42 You are severe in your judgment of two noble men, Lord Ordner, and yourself, my revered father. You decide lightly, Ethel, one would say that you did not know that life is a serious matter. Am I wrong, then, sir, to do justice to the generous ordner? Schumacher frowned with the dissatisfied air. I cannot approve my daughter of such admiration for a stranger whom you may never see again. Oh, said the young girl upon whose soul these cold words fell like a heavy weight. Do not believe it? We shall see him again. Was it not for your sake that he went forth to brave such danger? Like yourself I confessed that I was at first deceived by his promises.

Starting point is 05:59:25 But no, he will never go upon his mission, and therefore he will never. returned to us. He did go, sir! He did go! The tone in which the young girl pronounced these words was almost that of one offended and insulted. She felt herself outraged in her ordnors' person. Alas, she was only too sure in her own soul of the truth which she asserted. The prisoner replied, seemingly unmoved. Very well. If he has really gone to fight that brigand, if he has rushed into such danger, it comes to the same thing. He will not. He will not. He will never return. Poor Ethel, how often a word indifferently uttered painfully galls the hidden wound in an anxious and tortured heart. She bent her pale face, to hide from her father's stern

Starting point is 06:00:10 gaze that tears which, in spite of all her efforts, fell from her burning eyes. "'Oh, father!' she sighed. "'While you speak thus, this noble and unfortunate youth may be dying for your sake.' The aged minister shook his head doubtfully, that I can neither believe nor wish, and even so, how am I to blame? I should merely show myself ungrateful to the young man, as so many others have shown themselves to me. A deep sigh was Ethel's only answer, and Schumacher, turning to his table, tore up with an absent air a few leaves of Plutarch's lives, which volume lay before him, already tattered in

Starting point is 06:00:51 countless places, and covered with marginal notes. A moment later the door opened, and Schumacher, without looking up, cried out as usual, Do not enter. Do not disturb me. I will see no one. It is His Excellency, the governor, was the answer. An elderly man dressed in the uniform of a general with the collars of the elephant, the Denebroke and the golden fleece about his neck, advanced toward Schumacher, who have rose muttering, the governor, the governor. The general bowed respectfully to Ethel, as she stood at her father's side, timidly and anxiously watching him. Perhaps before proceeding further, it will be well briefly to recall the motives of General

Starting point is 06:01:33 Levin's visit to Monkholm. The reader will remember the unpleasant news which disturbed the old governor in the twentieth chapter of this truthful narrative. On receiving it, he at once saw the importance of questioning Schumacher, but he was extremely reluctant to do so. The idea of tormenting a poor prisoner, already a prey to so much that was painful and whom he had known in his days of power, of severely scanning the secrets of an unfortunate man, even if guilty, was most unpleasant to his kind and generous soul. Still, his duty to the king required it. He ought not to leave Trondheim without such fresh light as might be gained by questioning the apparent author of the rebellion among the miners. Accordingly, the night before his departure, after a long and confidential talk

Starting point is 06:02:19 with Countess Dahlfeld, the governor made up his mind to visit the prisoner. As he approached the fortress, thoughts of the interests of the state, of the advantage to which his many personal enemies might turn what they would style his negligence, and perhaps too the crafty words of the Chancellor's wife, worked within him, and confirmed him in his purpose. He therefore climbed to the lion of Schleswig Tower with every intention to be severe. He resolved to bear himself toward Schumacher the conspirator, as if he had never known Griffinfeld, the Chancellor, to cast aside all his memories, and even his natural disposition, and to speak as a firm judge to this former fellow-sharer in the royal favour.

Starting point is 06:02:58 So soon, however, as he entered the ex-Chancell's apartment, the old man's venerable, though sombre face, made a strong impression upon him. Ethel's sweet, though dignified expression, touched him, and with his first glance at the two prisoners, his stern intentions died within him. He advanced toward the fallen minister, and involuntarily offered him his hand. hand, saying without remarking that his politeness met with no response. How are you, Count Griffin? His old habit overcame him for the moment, then he corrected himself quickly, Mr. Schumacher.

Starting point is 06:03:30 With this he paused, satisfied and exhausted by such an effort. Silence ensued. The general wrecked his brain to find words harsh enough to correspond with this brutal beginning. Well, Schumacher said at last, are you the governor of the province of Trondheim? The governor, somewhat surprised to find himself questioned by the man he had meant to question, about his head. Then, added the prisoner, I have a complaint to lay before you. A complaint? What is it? What is it? And the kind-hearted Levine's countenance assumed a look of interest.

Starting point is 06:04:04 Schumacher went on in a tone of considerable annoyance. By the order of the viceroy, I am to be left free and undisturbed in this dungeon. I am aware of the order. and yet governor i am importuned and annoyed by visits visits and from whom cried the general tell me you dares you governor these words uttered in a haughty tone offended the general he answered in a somewhat irritated voice you forget that my power knows no limits when it is a question of serving the king unless said schumacher it were those of the respect due to misfortune But men know nothing of that. The ex-chancellor said this as if speaking to himself. The governor heard him.

Starting point is 06:04:53 Yes, indeed. Yes, indeed. I was wrong, Count Griffin. Mr. Schumacher, I should say. I should leave the privilege of anger to you, since the power is mine. Schumacher was silent for a moment. There is, he resumed thoughtfully. Something about your face and voice, Governor,

Starting point is 06:05:11 which reminds me of a man I once knew. It was very long ago. No one but myself can remember those days. It was in the time of my prosperity. He was one Levine the Knut of Mecklenburg. Did you ever know the foolish fellow? I knew him, quietly replied the general. Oh, you remember him. I thought it was only in adversity that we remembered. Was he not a captain in the Royal Guards? added the governor. Yes, a mere captain, although the king loved him dearly, but he thought of nothing but pleasure, and seemed to have no ambition. He was a strange, mad fellow. Can you conceive that a favorite could be so moderate in his desires?

Starting point is 06:05:55 I can understand it. I was fond of this levin de Knude, because he never gave me any alarm. He was the king's friend, as he might have been the friend of any other man. It seemed as if he loved him for his own sake, and not for his position. The general would have interrupted Schumacher, but the latter persisted, either from a spirit of contradiction or because the train of thought into which he had drifted really pleased him since you knew this captain levin governor you probably know that he had a son who died young but do you remember what happened at the birth of this son i can better recall what occurred at the time of his death said the general covering his eyes with his hand and in a faltering voice but continued the heedless shoemaker this fact was known to very few persons and it will show you just how peculiar this levin was the king wished to be the child's godfather would you believe that levin refused he did more he chose an old beggar who hung about the palace gates to hold his son at the baptismal font

Starting point is 06:06:58 i never could understand the reason for such an act of lunacy i will tell you replied the general in choosing a guardian for his son's soul this captain levin doubtless thought that a poor man had more influence with god than a king schumacher considered for a moment then said you are right the governor again attempted to turn the conversation to the object of his visit but schumacher cut him short excuse me if it be true that you know this levin of macklenburg let me talk of him of all the men whom i knew in the days of my grandeur he is the only one whose memory does not inspire me with disgust or horror although he carried his peculiarity to the verge of folly his noble qualities none the less made him one man in a thousand i do not agree with you this levin was no better than other men in fact there are many who are better schumacher folded his arms and raised his eyes to heaven yes that is the way with them all you cannot praise a word man in their presence that they do not instantly seek to disparage him they poison everything even the pleasure of just praise rare as it is if you knew me you would not accuse me of disparaging generous i mean captain levin nonsense nonsense said the prisoner for loyalty and generosity there were never two men like this levin the knude and to say a word to the contrary is both an outrageous slender and a flat of this miserable human race. I assure you, returned the general, trying to assuage Schumacher's wrath,

Starting point is 06:08:36 that I have not the slightest intention of wronging Levin the Knoot. Do not say that. Although he was so foolish, the rest of mankind is anything but like him. They are a false, ungrateful, envious set of slanderers. Do you know that Levin the Knoot gave more than half his income to the Copenhagen hospitals? I did not know that you knew it. "'H there it is,' triumphantly exclaimed the old man. "'You thought that you could safely brand him,

Starting point is 06:09:05 "'trusting to my ignorance of the poor fellow's good deeds. "'Not at all, not at all. "'Do you suppose, too, "'that I don't know that he persuaded the king "'to give the regiment which he intended for him "'to an officer who had wounded him in a duel "'because he said the other outranked him. "'I thought that transaction was a secret.

Starting point is 06:09:26 "'Well, tell me, Governor of Johnston. time, does that make it any less beautiful? If Levin concealed his virtues, is that a reason for denying them? Oh, how much alike men are! How dare you compare the noble Levin with them? He, who, when he could not save a soldier convicted of an attempt to murder him, settled the pension upon his murderer's widow? Poo! Who would not do as much? Here Schumacher exploded. Who? You? I! Any other... man, sir, governor. Because you wear the showy uniform of a general, and stars and crosses on your

Starting point is 06:10:04 breast, do you think yourself a very meritorious person? You are a general, and poor Levin, I dare say, died a captain. True, he was a foolish fellow, and never thought of promotion. If he did not think of it himself, the king in his goodness thought of it for him. Goodness! Say rather justice, if there be such a thing as the justice of a king. Well, what signal reward did he receive? His majesty paid Levin the Knude far beyond his deserts. Capital! cried the aged minister, clapping his hands. A faithful captain is perhaps, after thirty years' service made a major.

Starting point is 06:10:44 And this distinguished mark of favor offends you, noble general. The Persian proverb is true which says that the setting sun is jealous of the rising moon. Schumacher's fury was so great that the general could scarcely get in the words. If you persist in interrupting me, you will not let me explain. No, no, continued the other. I thought at first sight, General, that I caught a certain likeness between you and my good Levin. But no, there is none. Do but listen to me.

Starting point is 06:11:15 Listen to you, and here you say that Levin the Knud is unworthy of some trifling reward. I swear it is not Hugh will presently I know you, man, try to persuade me that he is a knave, a hypocrite and a villain like the rest of you. No, indeed.

Starting point is 06:11:35 How do I know? Or perhaps that he betrayed a friend, persecuted a benefactor, as you all do, or poisoned his father, or murdered his mother. You are mistaken, I have not the slightest desire.

Starting point is 06:11:50 Do you know that it was he, who compelled Vice-Chancellor Wind, as well as Shelle, Vinding, and Justice Lesson, three of my judges, not to sentence me to death. And you would have me hear him calumniated, and not defend him. Yes, that is what he did for me, and yet I had always done him more harm than good, for I am like you, vile and wicked. The noble Levin was strangely moved by this singular interview, the object alike of the most direct insults and the sincerest praise, he knew not how to take such rough compliments and such flattering abuse. He was shocked and touched.

Starting point is 06:12:27 Now he wanted to get into a passion, and now to thank Schumacher. Present and yet unknown, he loved to hear the fierce Schumacher defend in him and against him, a friend and an absent man. Only he would have preferred that his advocate should put a trifle less bitterness and acrimony into his penegyric. But in his innermost heart the exaggerated praise bestowed on Captain Levin pleased him even more than the insults addressed to the governor of Trondheim wounded him. Fixing his kindly gaze upon the favourite in disgrace, he allowed him to vent his gratitude and his wrath.

Starting point is 06:13:00 Until at last, after a prolonged invective against human ingratitude, he sank exhausted upon an armchair into the trembling Ethel's arms, saying in a melancholy voice, Oh man, what have I done that I should be forced to know you? The general had not yet been able to broach the important topic of his visit, it to Munkholm. All his reluctance to torment the captive by a series of questions revived. To his pity and emotion were added two powerful motives. Schumacher's present state of agitation made it improbable that he could answer satisfactorily. And moreover, on considering the affair

Starting point is 06:13:35 more closely, it did not seem to the trusting Levin that such a man could be a conspirator. Still, how could he leave Trondheim without examining Schumacher? This disagreeable necessity of his position as governor, once more overcame all his scruples, and he began as follows, softening his voice as much as possible. Pray calm your excitement, Count Schumacher. This compromise struck the good governor as a happy inspiration, well-fitted to reconcile the respect due to the sentence pronounced against him, with a proper regard for the prisoner's misfortune, as it combined his noble title and his humble cognomen.

Starting point is 06:14:11 He added, It is my painful duty. first, interrupted the prisoner, Allow me, governor, to return to a subject which interests me far more than anything that your excellency can have to say to me. You assured me just now that that madcap Levin had been rewarded for his services. I am most anxious to know in what way. His Majesty, my Lord Griffinfeld, raised Levin to the rank of general, and for more than twenty years the foolish fellow has grown old in peace,

Starting point is 06:14:40 honoured with this military dignity and the favour of his king. schumacher's head drooped yes that foolish levin who cared so little whether he ever lived to be more than a captain will die a general and the wise schumacher who expected to die lord chancellor grows old a prisoner of state as he uttered these words he hid his face in his hands and heaved a deep sigh ethel who understood nothing of the conversation save that it distressed her father instantly strove to divert him look yonder father to the north as he agreed to of light which i never noticed before in fact the night which had now closed in revealed a faint and distant light upon the horizon apparently coming from some far of mountain but schumacher's mind and eye were not like those of ethel ever banned on the north therefore he made no reply the general alone was struck by the young girl's remark it may be thought he a fire kindled by the rebels and this idea forcibly reminding him of the purpose of his visit he thus addressed the prisoner. Mr. Griffinfeld, I am sorry to distress you, but you must allow me. I understand you, Governor, it is not enough to spend my days in this dungeon, to lead a lonely, disgraced existence, to have nothing left but bitter memories of past grandeur and power.

Starting point is 06:16:02 You must also intrude upon my solitude, gaze upon my sorrow, and enjoy my misfortune. Since that noble Levin de Knut, whom some of your outward features recalled to me, is a general like yourself, why was not he permitted to fill your post? For he would never, I swear, sir governor, have come to torture a miserable prisoner. During the course of this strange interview, the general had more than once been on the point of revealing himself that he might bring it to a close. This indirect reproach made it impossible. It accorded so well with his secret feelings that it almost made him feel ashamed of himself. Still he tried to answer Schumacher's injurious charge.

Starting point is 06:16:43 Strange to say, from their mere difference of character, the two men had mutually changed their position. The judge was in some sort obliged to justify himself to the prisoner. But, said the general, if his duty compelled him, do not doubt that Levin de Knude. I do doubt it, noble governor, exclaimed Schumacher, do not doubt in your turn that he would have rejected, with all the generous indignation of his soul, the office of spy, or of increasing the agony of a wretched prisoner. no i know him better than you he would never have accepted the duties of an executioner now general i am at your service do what you consider your duty what does your excellency require of me and the old minister fixed his hearty gaze upon the governor all whose resolution was gone his first reluctance had returned and was not to be overcome he is right thought he why should i torture an unfortunate man upon mere suspicion

Starting point is 06:17:43 Let someone else undertake the task. The effect of these reflections was prompt. He walked up to the astonished Schumacher and pressed his hand. Then he hurriedly left the room, saying, Count Schumacher, always preserve the same esteem for Levin the Knude. End of Chapter 24. Chapter 25 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger.

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Starting point is 06:18:30 Midsummer Night's Dream The traveller of the present day Who visits the snow-clad mountains Which surround Lake Meuson like a white girdle Will scarcely find a vestige of what Norwegians of the 17th century New as Arbor ruin No one was ever able to decide the architectural period or the purpose for which this ruin,

Starting point is 06:18:52 if we may give it the name, was built. As you left the forest which covered the southern shore of the lake, after climbing a slope crowned with here and there a fragment of wall or a bit of masonry once a tower, you reached an arched opening leading into the side of the mountain. This entrance, now completely closed by landslips, led into a species of gallery, cut in the living rock and piercing the mountain. mountain from side to side. This tunnel, dimly lighted by conical air-holes made in the arched roof at regular intervals, ended in an oval hall in part excavated from the rock, and terminating

Starting point is 06:19:28 in a cyclopean stone wall. Around this hall in deep niches were rude images carved from granite. Some of these mysterious figures, which had fallen from their pedestals, lay heaped in confusion on the ground with other shapeless rubbish, covered with grass and weeds, among which crawled lizards, spiders, and all the hedges vermin, born of damp earth and ruins. Daylight penetrated to this place only through a door opposite the mouth of the gallery. This door, viewed in a certain light, was seen to be of pointed construction, of no especial date, and evidently the work of an architect's whim. This door might as well have been styled a window, although it was on a level with the ground,

Starting point is 06:20:12 for it opened upon a fearful precipice, and it was impossible to imagine. imagine whither a short flight of stairs which overhung the abyss could possibly lead. The hall formed the interior of a huge turret, which from a distance seen from the other side of the precipice, looked like any high mountain peak. It stood alone, and, as has already been said, no one knew to what sort of structure it had belonged. Above it, however, upon a plateau inaccessible even to the boldest hunter, was a mass of masonry, which might be taken, being so remote, either for a rounded rock or for the remains of a colossal arch. This turret and crumbling arch were known to the peasants as Arbor Ruin,

Starting point is 06:20:54 the origin of the name being fully as obscure as that of the buildings themselves. On a stone in the centre of this oval hall set a little man, dressed in the skins of wild beasts, whom we have already had occasion to mention several times in the course of our story. His back was turned to the light, or rather to the faint twilight, which filtered into the gloomy turret when the sun reached high noon. This light, the strongest natural light which ever entered the tower, was not sufficient to reveal the nature of the object over which the little man was stooping.

Starting point is 06:21:26 An occasional muffled groan was heard, and it seemed to proceed from this object, judging by the feeble movement which it now and then made. Sometimes the little man straightened himself, and traced to his lips a cup, by its form apparently a human skull, filled with steaming liquid of some indistinguishable yew and drank deep draughts all at once he started up i hear steps in the gallery i believe can it be the chancellor of the two kingdoms already these words were followed by a horrible burst of laughter ending in a savage roar which met with an instant response in a howl from the gallery "'A-ha!' rejoined the Lord of Arbor ruin. "'It is not a man.

Starting point is 06:22:20 But it is an enemy all the same. It is a wolf.' In fact, a huge wolf suddenly emerged from the vaulted gallery. Pause the moment, then advanced stealthily toward the man, crouching to the ground and fixing upon him burning eyes which gleamed through the darkness. The man stood with folded arms and watched him. Ah, this the old grey wolf, the oldest wolf in Meerson woods. Good morning, wolf.

Starting point is 06:22:52 Your eyes glitter, you are hungry, and the smell of dead bodies attracts you. You too shall soon attract other hungry wolves. Welcome, Wolf of Meersen. i have always long to make your acquaintance you are so old that they say you cannot die they will not say so to-morrow the animal answered with a frightful yell sprang back and then bounded upon the little man he did not budge an inch as quick as a flesh with his right arm he grasped the body of the wolf which standing on two legs before him had thrown his forepaws upon his shoulder With his left hand he guarded his face from the gaping jaws of his enemy, seizing it by the throat with such force that the creature, compelled to raise his head, could scarcely utter a sound.

Starting point is 06:23:54 Wolf of Mearsen, said the triumphant man. You tear my jerkin, but your skin shall replace it. As he mingled with these words of victory a few words in a strange jargon, a convulsive movement made by the dust. lying wolf caused him to stumble upon the stones which were thickly strewn over the floor. The two fell together, and the roars of the men were blended with the howls of the beast. Obliged in his fall to relax his grasp on the wolf's throat, the man felt the sharp teeth buried in his shoulder, when, as they rolled over one another, the two combatants struck

Starting point is 06:24:32 against an enormous shaggy white body lying in the darkest corner of the room. It was a bear who waked from his heavy sleep with a growl. were the drowsy eyes of this newcomer opened wide enough to see the fight, then he rushed furiously, not upon the man, but upon the wolf, just then victorious in his turn, seized him violently by the back, and thus freed the human combatant. This latter, far from showing any gratitude for so great a service, rose covered with blood, and springing upon the bear,

Starting point is 06:25:03 gave him a vigorous kick, such as a master might bestow on a dog guilty of some misdemeanor. friend who called you why do you matter these words were interspersed with furious ejaculations and gnashing of teeth begun he added with a roar the bear who had received at one and the same time a kick from the man and a bite from the wolf uttered a plaintive remonstrance then hanging his great head he released the famished beast who hurled himself upon the man man with fresh fury. While the struggle was renewed, the rebuffed bear went back to his couch, sat gravely down and gazed indifferently at the two raging adversaries, preserving the utmost silence, and rubbing first one forepaw and then the other across the tip of his white nose. But the small man, as the leader of the Miersen wolves returned to the charge, seized his bloody snout,

Starting point is 06:26:01 then, by an unparalleled exertion, requiring both strength and skill, he managed to clasp his entire jaw in one hand. The wolf struggled frantically with rage and pain. Foam dropped from his compressed lips, and his eyes distended with rage, seemed starting from their sockets. Of the two foes, the one whose bones were shattered by sharp teeth, whose flesh was rent by cruel claws, was not the man, but the wild beast. The one whose howl was most savage, whose expression was most fierce, was not the animal, but the man. Finally, the latter, all his strength, exhausted by the aged wolf's prolonged resistance, squeezed his muzzle in both hands with such force that blood gushed from the creature's nose and mouth. His flaming eyes grew dim

Starting point is 06:26:49 and half closed. He tottered and fell lifeless at his victor's feet. The feeble twitching of his tail and the convulsive and occasional shudder which shook his entire frame alone showed that he was not yet quite dead. All at once a final quiver ran through the expiring frame and all signs of life ceased. There you lie, dead old wolf, said the little man, kicking him contemptuously. Did you think that you could live on after you had encountered me?

Starting point is 06:27:22 You will hasten no more with muffled step across the snow, following the scent and the track of your prey. You are food for wolves of vultures now yourself. you have devoured many lost traveller on the shores of meuse and during your long life of murder and carnage now you yourself are dead you will eat no more man this a pity he took up a sharp stone crouched beside the wolf's warm palpitating body broke the limbs at their joints severed the head from the shoulders slit the skin from head to heel stripped it off as he might remove his own waistcoat and in the twinkling of an eye nothing was left of the much dreaded wolf of meurson but a bare and bleeding carcass he flung his trophy over his shoulders bruised with bites turning inside out the skin still reeking and stained with long streaks of blood needs must he muttered dress in the skins of beasts that of a man is too thin to keep out the cold as he does talk

Starting point is 06:28:35 to himself, more hideous than ever beneath his loathom burden, the bear, tired no doubt of inaction, furtively approached the other object lying in the shadow, to which we referred in the beginning of this chapter, and the crunching of bones, mingled with faint agonized moans, soon rose from this gloomy quarter of the hall. The small man turned. Friend, cried he in threatening tones. ah you good for nothing friend here come here and picking up a huge stone he hurled it at the monster's head the creature stunned by the blow reluctantly tore himself from his prey and crawled licking his bloody chaps to fall panting at the little man's feet lifting his huge head and wriggling as if to ask pardon for his rash act then ensued between the two monsters for we may well apply that name to the dweller in arbor

Starting point is 06:29:32 ruin, an exchange of significant growls. Those of the man expressed anger and authority, those of the bear entreaty and submission. There! said the man at last, pointing with his crooked finger to the flayed body of the wolf. There is your victim. Leave mine to me. The bear, after smelling at the wolf's carcass, shook his head discontentedly and turned his eye toward the man who seemed to be his master. I understand, said the letter. That is too dead for you, while there is still life in the other. You are refined in your pleasures, friend, quite as much so as a man.

Starting point is 06:30:18 You like to have your food retain its life until the instant, when you tear it limb from limb. You love to feel the flesh expire beneath your teeth. You enjoy nothing unless it suffers. We are alike, for I am not a man, friend. I am superior to that wretched race. I am a wild beast like you. How I wish that you could speak to me, comrade friend, to tell me whether my joy equals that which thrills your bearish soul

Starting point is 06:30:56 when you devour a man's heart. But no, I should be loath to hear you speak, lest your voice should recall to me the human voice. Yes, growl at my feet with that growl which makes the stray goat-head tremble among the mountains. It pleases me as the voice of a friend, because it proclaims you his enemy. Look up, friend, look up at me. lick my hands with that tongue which has drunk so often of human blood your teeth are white like mine it is no fault of ours if they be not red as a new-made wound but blood washes away blood more than once from the depth of some dark cave i have seen the maidens of kieland or olmo bathe their bare feet in some mountain torrent singing the wild and sweet tones but i prefer you hairy snout and your hoarse cries to those melodious voices and sat in smooth faces for they terrify mankind as he said this he sat down and yielded his hand to the caresses of the monster who rolling on his back at his master's feet lavished all sorts of endearments upon him like a spaniel displaying his pretty tricks before the sofa of his mistress

Starting point is 06:32:30 Stranger yet was the intelligent attention with which he seemed to follow his master's words. The singular monosyllables with which the latter interspersed them seemed particularly intelligible to his understanding, and he showed his comprehension by raring his head suddenly, or by a vague rumbling noise in the back of his throat. "'Men say that I shun them,' resumed the little man. "'But it is they that shun me. They do through fear, what I should do through hate. Still, you know, friend, that I am always glad to come across a man when I am hungry or thirsty.

Starting point is 06:33:12 All at once he saw a red glow start into life in the depth of the gallery, growing brighter by degrees and faintly tinting the damp old walls. Here comes one now. Talk of the devil, and you see his horns. Hello, friend, he added, turning to the bear. Hello, get up! The animal instantly rose. Come, I must reward your obedience by gratifying your appetite.

Starting point is 06:33:46 With these words the man stooped toward the object lying on the ground. The cracking of bones broken by a hatchet was heard, but no sigh or grown was now blended with it. it seems muttered the small man that there are but two of us left alive in arba hall there good friend finish the feast which you began he flung toward the aforementioned outer door what he had detached from the object stretched at his feet the bear threw himself upon his prey so rapidly that the swiftest eye could not have been sure that the fragment was indeed a human arm clad in a bit of green stuff of the same shade as the uniform worn by the Munkholm musketeers. "'Someone is coming,' said the little man, keeping his eye on the light which was steadily advancing.

Starting point is 06:34:39 "'Comrade friend, leave me alone for a moment. "'Oh, there, away with you!' The obedient beast rushed to the door, backed down the steps outside and disappeared, bearing off his disgusting booty with a satisfied howl. at the same instant a tall man appeared at the mouth of the tunnel whose sinuous depth still reflected a dim light he was wrapped in a long brown cloak and carried the dark lantern which he turned full on the small man's face the latter still seated on his stone with folded arms exclaimed ill befall you you who come hither guided by an idea and not by instinct but the stranger making no reply seemed studying him carefully look at me he continued raising his head in our hands you may have no voice left with which to boast that you have seen me the newcomer moving his light up and down the little man's person seemed seemed even more surprised than frightened well what astonishes you so much rejoined the little man with a laugh like the breaking of bones i have legs and arms like your own only my limbs will not like yours serve to feed wild cats and crows the stranger at length replied in a low

Starting point is 06:36:15 but confident voice, as if he only feared being heard from without. Hear me. I come not as an enemy, but as a friend. The other interrupted. Then why did you not strip off your human form? It is my purpose to do you a service, if you be he whom I seek. You mean to ask a service. Man, you waste your brain.

Starting point is 06:36:45 breath. I can do no service to any, save those who are weary of life. By your words, replied the stranger, I am sure that you are the man I want. But your stature... Hands of Iceland is a giant. You cannot be he. You are the first who ever doubted it to my face. What? Can it be? the stranger approached the little man. But I always heard that Hans of Iceland was of colossal height. Add my renown to my height. And you will see that I am taller than Mount Hekla. Indeed. Tell me, I pray. Are you really Hans, a native of Clipstadur in Iceland? It is not in words that I should answer that question, said the little man who

Starting point is 06:37:46 rising, and the look which he cast at the rash stranger made him start back several paces. Confine yourself, I beg, to answering it by that glance. He replied in a voice of entreaty, casting a look toward the exit, which showed his regret that he had ever entered. I came here in your interests alone. Upon entering the hall, the newcomer, having but a glimpse of the person whom he accosted, had retained his self-possession, but when the master of Arba rose, with his tigerish visage, his thick-set limbs, his bloody shoulders but half-concealed by a skin still green, his huge hands armed with claws, and his fiery eyes, the bold stranger shuddered, like an ignorant traveler who thinks he is handling an eel, and feels the sting of a

Starting point is 06:38:36 viper. "'My interests,' repeated the monster. Have you come to tell me of some spring which I may poison, some village I may burn, or some Moncol musketeer I may slaughter? Perhaps, listen, the miners of Norway are in a state of revolt. You know what disaster follows in the train of revolt? Yes, murder, rape, sacrilege, fire, and pillage all these i offer you the little man left i should not wait for you to offer them the brutal sneer accompanying these words made the stranger again shudder he went on however

Starting point is 06:39:33 in the name of the miners i offer you the command of the insurrection the small man was silent for an instant all at once his countenance assumed an expression of infernal malice does the offer really come from them said he this question seemed to embarrass the newcomer but as he was sure that he was unknown to his terrible interlocutor he readily recovered himself why have the miners rebelled to throw off the burden of the royal protectorate only for that replied the other in the same mocking tone. They also wish to free the prisoner of Monkholm. Is this the sole purpose of the movement? repeated the small man in a voice which confused the stranger. I know of no other, he stammered. Oh, you know of no other. These words were pronounced in the same sarcastic tone.

Starting point is 06:40:37 The stranger, to hide the embarrassment which they caused him, hastily drew from beneath his cloak a heavy purse which he flung at the monster's feet here is your pay as commander-in-chief the small man spurned the purse with his foot i will not have it do you imagine that if i wanted your gold or your blood i should wait for your permission to gratify my desire the stranger made a gesture of surprise almost of terror It is a present from the royal miners. I will not have it, I tell you. Gold is useless to me. Men will sell their soul, but they do not sell their life. That must be taken by force.

Starting point is 06:41:29 Then I may tell the miners that the terrible hands of Iceland accepts their leadership, but not their gold. I do not accept it. These words uttered in curt tones seemed to strike the pretended envoy from the rebellious miners very unpleasantly. What? he asked. No, repeated the other. You refuse to take part in an expedition

Starting point is 06:41:55 which presents so many advantages. I am quite able to pillage farms, lay waste villages, and massacre peasants or soldiers, single-handed but consider that by accepting the offer of the miners you are assured of a free pardon does this offer also come from the miners as the other with a laugh i will not disguise from you the fact replied the stranger with an air of mystery that it comes from an important personage who is deeply interested in the enshrase the And is this important personage, so sure that he will himself escape hanging? If you knew who he is, you would not shake your head so significantly. Indeed. Well, who is he? I may not tell you. The small man stepped forward and clapped a stranger

Starting point is 06:43:03 on the shoulder, still with the same sardonic sneer. shall i tell you the man wrapped in the cloak gave a start it was a start of both fright and wounded pride he was prepared for neither the monster's abrupt proposal nor for his savage familiarity i am only laughing at you added the brigand you little guest that i know all this important personage is the lord high chancellor of norway and denmark and you yourself are the lord high chancellor of norway and denmark it was indeed he on reaching arbor ruin toward which we left him journeying with must demon he had been unwilling to intrust to any one else the task of securing the brigand by whom he was far from supposing himself known and expected never even after years had he left did count d'alephelte with all his power and all his diplomacy discover our hands of Iceland acquired his information. Was it through Musdemon's treachery? True, it was Mos Demon who suggested to the noble count that it would be well to see the brigand in person, but what profit could he derive from his perfidy? Had the bandit captured upon some one of

Starting point is 06:44:23 his numerous victims, papers relating to the chanceless schemes? But Frederick Dallefeld was, with the sole exception of Moss Demon, the only living being acquainted with his father's plans, and frivolous as he was, he was not quite so senseless as to expose such a secret. Moreover, he was in garrison at Moncorn, at least so the Chancellor supposed. Those who read the close of this scene, without being any better able to solve the problem than was Count Dallelfeld, will see how much truth there was in this latter hypothesis. One of Count Dallifeld's most marked characteristics was his great presence of mind. When he heard himself so abruptly named, he could not repeat.

Starting point is 06:45:05 press an exclamation of surprise, but in the twinkling of an eye his pale, proud features lost the expression of fear and astonishment, and recovered their usual calm composure. Well, yes, said he, I will be frank with you. I am indeed the chancellor, but I hope you will be equally frank with me. A burst of laughter interrupted him. Have I waited to be urged to tell you my name or to tell you your own? Tell me with the same sincerity how you found me out. Have you never heard that hands of Iceland can see through mountains? The Count tried to insist, consider me as a friend.

Starting point is 06:45:54 Your hand, Count Dahlifeld, said the little man with brutal familiarity. Then he stared the minister in the face, exclaiming, Could our two souls escape from our bodies at this moment? I fancy that Satan would hesitate to decide which of the two belonged to the monster. The haughty noble bit his lip, but between his fear of the robber and his desire to secure him as his tool, he managed to disguise his resentment. Do not imperil your own interests.

Starting point is 06:46:30 accept the command of the rebellion and trust to my gratitude. Chancellor of Norway, you count on the success of your schemes, like an old woman who dreams of the gown which she will spin from stolen hemp, while the cat's claws, tangle her spindle. Reflect once more before you reject my offers. Once more, I, the brigand, say to you, Lord Chancellor of Belmont, kingdoms no i expected a different answer after the eminent service which you have already rendered me what service asked the robber was it not you who murdered captain this polson replied the chancellor that may be count dalafeld i do not know him who is he what is he what Did not the iron casket which he had in charge fall to your share?

Starting point is 06:47:35 This question seemed to sharpen the robber's memory. Stay, said he. I do remember that man and his iron casket. It was on Urchdale's sense. At least, rejoined the Chancellor, if you could restore that casket to me, my gratitude would be unbounded. Tell me what has become of that casket,

Starting point is 06:47:59 for I am sure it is in your possession. The noble minister laid such stress upon this request that the brigand was struck by it. So, then, that iron casket is of the utmost importance to your grace, my lord chancellor. Yes. What shall my reward be if I tell you where it is?

Starting point is 06:48:24 Anything that you may desire, my dear Hans. Well, I will not tell you. Poo! You are joking. Think what a service you can do me. That is exactly what I am thinking. I will ensure you a vast fortune.

Starting point is 06:48:46 I will ask your pardon from the king. You had better back your own from me, said the bandit. Look you, Lord Chancellor of Norway and Denmark. The tiger does not devour the hyena. I will permit you to leave my presence with your life. Because you are a scoundrel, and every instant that you live, every thought of your heart causes fresh misery for mankind

Starting point is 06:49:16 and fresh crime for yourself. But return not. Or I may teach you that my hatred spares no one. not even a villain as for your captain do not flatter yourself that it was on your account i slaughtered him it was his uniform which doomed him as it did this other wretch whom i did not murder to gratify you either i assure you with these words he seized the noble count by the arm and dragged him toward the body lying in the shadow as he finished his protestations the light from the lantern fell upon this object it was a mutilated corpse and was indeed dressed in the uniform of an officer of the munkom musketeers the chancellor approached it with a sense of horror all at once his eye rested on the pallid blood-stained face of the dead the livid half-parted lips the bristling hair the discoloured cheeks and lustreless eyes could not disguise that countenance from him he uttered a feeling cheerful shriek.

Starting point is 06:50:26 Oh, my God! Frederick, my son! Doubt not that hearts seemingly the most hardened still conceal in their innermost recesses some trace of affection, unknown even to themselves, apparently hidden by vice and passion, like a mysterious witness and the future avenger. It may be said to exist that it may some day make crime acquainted with grief. it silently bites its time the wicked man bears it in his bosom and is unconscious of it because no ordinary affection is sufficient to pierce the thick crust of selfishness and iniquity which covers it but let one of the rare and genuine sorrows of life appear unawares and it plunges a sharp-edged sword into the dark regions of dead soul and probes its lowest depth then the unknown sentiment of love is revealed to the wretched criminal all the more violent for its long repatriated

Starting point is 06:51:23 oppression, all the more painful from his lack of sensibility, because the sting of misfortune was forced to stab the heart more deeply in order to reach it. Nature wakes and casts aside her chains. She delivers the miscreant to unwonted despair, to unheard of torments. He feels, compressed into a single instant, all the sufferings which he has defied for years. The most various pangs ran him simultaneously. His heart, burdened by dull amazement, revolts to find itself a prey to convulsive agony. He seems to experience the pains of hell while still in his life, and something beyond despair is made clear to him. Count Dallelfeld loved his son, without knowing it. We say his son, because, being unaware of his

Starting point is 06:52:11 wife's guilt, as such he regarded Frederick the direct heir to his name. Supposing him still at Munkholm, he was far from prepared to meet him in Arba Tower and to find him dead. But there he lay bruised and bleeding it was he impossible to doubt it his emotions may be imagined when a realising sense of his love or his son unexpectedly pierced his soul together with the assurance that he was lost to him forever all the sensations so inadequately described in these pages burst upon his heart at once like so many claps of thunder stunned as it were by surprise terror and despair he cast himself upon the ground and wrung his hands repeating in woeful accents my son my son the brigand laughed it was horrible to hear such laughter mingled with the groans of a father looking upon the dead body of his son by my ancestor ingulf you may call count dalafeld but you cannot wake him all his cruel face darkened and he said in a melancholy voice Weep for your son, if you will. I avenge mine. The sound of footsteps hurrying along the gallery interrupted the words upon his lips, and as he turned in surprise, four tall men with drawn swords

Starting point is 06:53:40 rushed into the room, a fifth, short and stout followed, bearing a torch in one hand, and a sword in the other. He was wrapped in a brown cloak like that worn by the chancellor. My lord, he exclaimed, we heard your voice and hastened to his. assistance. The reader has doubtless recognized Must Demon and the forearmed retainers who formed the Count's escort. As the torchlight filled the room with its ruddy glow, the five newcomers paused in horror-stricken dismay, and it was indeed an awful sight. On the one hand, the bloody remains of the wolf, the disfigured body of the young officer. On the other, the father, with his wild eyes and frantic shrieks, and beside him the fearful

Starting point is 06:54:20 monster, turning on his assail and the hideous front, in this. indicative of dauntless surprise. At the side of this unlooked-for reinforcement, the idea of vengeance took possession of the Count and roused him from his despair. Death to that brigand! He cried, drawing his sword. He has murdered my son.

Starting point is 06:54:40 Kill him! Kill him! Has he murdered Mr. Frederick? said Must-demon, and the torch in his hand did not reveal the slightest change in his countenance. Kill him! Kill him! repeated the frantic count and the whole six rushed upon the robber he surprised by this sudden attack retreated toward the opening which overhung the precipice with a fierce roar expressive rather of rage than fear

Starting point is 06:55:11 six swords were directed against him and his eyes flamed forth greater fury while his features wore a more menacing expression than those of any of his aggressors he had grasped his stone axe and forced by the number of his assailants to confine his himself to defensive action, whirled it round and round in his hand so rapidly that the circle described covered him like a shield. A myriad sparks flashed from the point of his assailant swords as they clashed against the edge of the hatchet, but not a single blade touched him. And yet, exhausted by his recent battle with the wolf, he lost ground imperceptibly, and soon found himself driven close against the door opening upon the abyss. Courage, friends! shouted the count. Let us hurl the monster over this precipice.

Starting point is 06:55:57 Before I fall, the stars themselves shall fall, replied the brigand. But the aggressors redoubled their ardor and their assurance as they saw that a small man was compelled to descend one step of the flight which overhung the abyss. Good, one effort more, cried the Lord Chancellor. He needs must fall. Push your advantage. Wretch, you have committed your last crime. Courage, man! While with his right hand he continued his fearful evolutions with the axe, the brigand without deigning a reply, with his left hand grasped the horn which hung at his belt, and raising it to his lips again and again blew a long hoarse blast,

Starting point is 06:56:38 which was answered suddenly by a roar from the gulf beneath. A few instants later, as the Count and his followers still pressing the little man hard, rejoiced that they had driven him down a second step, the huge head of a white bear appeared at the broken end of the staircase. Struck dumb with amazement and fright, they shrank back. The bear climbed the stairs with a lumbering gate, showing his bloody jaws and sharp teeth as he did so. Thanks, good friend! cried the brigand.

Starting point is 06:57:08 And taking advantage of his enemy's surprise, he sprang upon the back of his bear, who slowly descended the stairs backwards, still keeping his threatening front turned upon his master's foes. Soon, recovering from their first astonishment, they beheld the bear, carrying the brigand beyond their reach, descend into the abyss, probably in the same way that he ascended, by clinging to the trunks of trees and to projecting rocks. They tried to roll great boulders down upon him, but before they could detach a single one

Starting point is 06:57:38 of those ancient granite fragments which had slumbered there so long, the brigand and his strange steed had vanished in a cave. Chapter 26 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo Translated by Abbey Langdon Alger This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia Chapter 26 No, no, laugh no more.

Starting point is 06:58:07 Look you, that which I thought so humorous Has its serious side as well, A very serious side, Like everything in this world. Believe me, that word, chance, is blasphemy. Nothing beneath the sun is the sun is the world. work of chance, and do you not see herein the purpose marked out by providence? Lessing

Starting point is 06:58:27 Amelia Gallotti Yes, a deep design often lies at the root of what men call chance. There seems to be a mysterious hand which marks the cause and purpose of events. We invade against fickle fortune, against the strange accidents of our lot, and lo, chaos is made clear by a fearful flash of lightning, or a marvelous beam of light, and human wisdom is humbled by the great lessons of fate if for instance when frederick d'Alefeld displayed his magnificent attire his foolish complacency and his presumptuous pride in some sumptuous apartment to the ladies of copenhagen if some man endowed with the gift of second sight had troubled his frivolous thoughts by gloomy revelations if he had told him that one day the brilliant uniform of which he boasted should cause his death that a monster in human shape should drink his blood as greedily as he careless epicure that he was drank the wines of france and bohemia that the locks upon which he could not lavish too many essences and perfumes should sweep the dust of a cave haunted by wild beasts

Starting point is 06:59:36 that the arm which he so gracefully offered to the fair ladies of charlottenburg should be flung to a bear like a half nor chicken-bone how would frederick have answered these dismal prophecies with a laugh and a pyrrette and more frightful still most sensible men would have applauded his reckless conduct let us consider his destiny more closely is it not strange to find that the crime of count and countess d'alpheld met with such fitting punishment they wore an infamous plot against the daughter of a prisoner this unfortunate girl by a mere chance found a protector who saw fit to remove their son charged by them to carry out their abominable scheme this son their only hope was sent far from the scene of his purposed villainy and hardly had he reached his destination when another avenging chance caused his death thus in their attempt to bring dishonour upon an innocent yet detested young girl they plunged their own guilty yet adored son into the oblivion of the grave the wretched pair were made miserable by their own hands end of chapter twenty six chapter twenty seven of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger this libyrox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter twenty seven ah here comes our lovely countess forgive me madam if i may not have the honour of a visit from you to-day i am busy another time dear countess another time but today I will not detain you longer the prince and orsina the day after his visit to munkholm the governor of tron time ordered his traveling carriage to be made ready very early in the

Starting point is 07:01:25 morning hoping to start off before countess Dahlfeld was awake but we have already observed that her slumbers were light the general had just signed his final instructions to the bishop into whose hands the government was to be committed during his absence he rose put on his fur-line coat and was about to leave the room when the usher announced the chancellor's wife. This piece of ill-luck confused the old soldier, who could laugh at the fiery reign of a hundred guns, but not at the artifices of a woman. However, he took leave of the wicked creature with a tolerably good grace and disguised his annoyance, until she whispered in his ear with that crafty look which would fain seem confidential. Well, noble general, what did he say?

Starting point is 07:02:10 Who? Pohl? he said that the carriage was ready i mean the prisoner of munkholm general oh did he answer your questions satisfactorily why yes to be sure countess said the much embarrassed governor did you find proofs that he was concerned in the conspiracy among the miners the general involuntarily exclaimed noble lady he is innocent he stopped short for he knew that he had uttered the conviction of his heart not of his head. "'He is innocent!' repeated the Countess, with a look of consternation and incredulity, for she trembled, lest Chumacher had really proved to the governor

Starting point is 07:02:52 the innocence which it was so much to the Chancellor's interest to deny. The governor had had time to reflect. He answered the persistent gentlewoman in a tone which quieted her fears, for it revealed his doubt and anxiety. "'Innocent, yes, if you choose.' "'If I choose, General.

Starting point is 07:03:13 And the wicked woman laughed aloud. Her laughter offended the governor who said, By your leave, Countess, I will report my interview with the ex-chancellor to the viceroy. Then he bowed low and went down to the courtyard, where his carriage awaited him. Yes, said Countess Dallefeld as she returned to her rooms. Go, my knight-errant,

Starting point is 07:03:37 for your absence rids us of the protector of our enemies. go for your departure is the signal for my frederick's return i wonder how you dare to send the handsomest young man in copenhagen to those horrid mountains luckily it will be easy enough now for me to have him recalled at this thought she turned to her favorite attendant lisbeth my dear sent to bergen for two dozen of those little combs which our elegant young men are wearing in their hair inquire for the famous scuderie's last novel and see that my dear frederick's monkey is washed in rose-water every morning without fail what my gracious mistress asked lisbeth is there a chance that mr frederick will come back yes indeed and we must do everything that he wishes so that he may be glad to see me again i must arrange a surprise for him. Poor mother. End of Chapter 27. Chapter 28 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo.

Starting point is 07:04:46 Translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia. Chapter 28 Bernard hurries along the shores of the Alanza. He is like a lion rushing from his den, seeking the hunters, and resolved to conquer them or die. The brave and resolute.

Starting point is 07:05:07 spaniard sets forth with a quick step in his hand a heavy spear in which he puts his trust bernard traverses the ruins of oranza old spanish romance on descending from the tower from whose summit he had seen munkholm light ordner looked in every direction until he was exhausted for his poor guide benigness biagudry he called him repeatedly but only echo answered surprised but not alarmed by this inexplicable disappearance he attributed it to some panic which had seized upon the timid keeper and after generously blaming himself for having left him even for a few moments he decided to spend the night upon the cliff in order to give him time to return. Then he ate something, and, wrapping himself in his mantle, laid down by the dying embers, kissed Ethel's ringlet, and soon fell asleep, for an anxious heart cannot keep awake a man whose conscience is clear. At sunrise he rose, but found no trace of spiagody except his wallet and cloak, which had been left in the tower, showing that his flight had been very hasty. Then, despairing of his return, at least to Oelmo Cliff, ordnance, and he rose,

Starting point is 07:06:20 resolved to set off without him for it was on the next day that he hoped to meet hands of iceland at wolderhock it has been stated in the earlier chapters of this story that ordner had accustomed himself to the hardships incident to a roving and adventurous life having already traveled through northern norway several times he did not need a guide now that he knew where to find the robber he accordingly turned his lonely steps toward the northwest no longer having benignus biagody at his side to tell him just how much quartz or spar each hill contained, what traditions were connected with every ruin, and whether this or dead-gaping chasm was caused by an ancient flood or by some volcanic action. He walked a whole day through those mountains which, proceeding at intervals like foothills from the principal chain traversing the length of Norway, sloped gradually down to the sea, so that the coast of that country is a mere succession of promontories and fjords.

Starting point is 07:07:16 While inland it is nothing but a series of mountains and valleys, strange conformation, which has caused Norway to be compared to the skeleton of a great fish. It was no easy matter to travel in such a region. Sometimes he was forced to follow the stony bed of a dry stream, sometimes to cross by an unsteady bridge made of a tree trunk, over a road which torrents borne but the day before had chosen for their bed. Sometimes, too, Ordner would journey for hours without seeing any sign of the presence of men in these wild places, save an occasional glimpse of the sails of a windmill upon the top of a hill, or the sound of a distant forge, whose smoke blew hither and thither like a black plume,

Starting point is 07:07:56 as the wind shifted this way and dead. Now and again he met a peasant, mounted on a little grey pony, its head down and scarcely more untamed than its master, or a dealer in furze and skins, seated in his sledge drawn by reindeer, a long rope fastened behind, the end covered with knots meant to frighten away wolves as it rebounded from the pebbles in the road. If Ordner asked this trader the way to Walderhawk Cave, the travelling merchant, familiar only with the names and positions of the places to which his business took him, would answer indifferently. Keep to the north-west till you come to Hervalian village, then cross Doddly-Saxe ravine, and by night you will reach Serb, which is only two miles from Walderhawk.

Starting point is 07:08:38 If Ordner put the same question to the peasant, the latter, deeply, me. but with the traditions of the country and the fireside tales would shake his head again and again and stop his grey horse as he said, Waldhog! Waldhog Cave! There the stone sing, the dry bone stands, and the demon of Iceland dwells. It cannot be to Waldahawk Cave that your worship wishes to go. Yes, indeed, Ordner would reply.

Starting point is 07:09:10 Has your worship lost your mother? or has fire destroyed your farm or has one of your neighbors stolen your fat pig no truly the young man would answer then some magician must have cast a spell over your worship senses my friend i ask you to tell me the way to walderhog i am trying to answer your question sir farewell keep to the north i can tell you how to go there but i do not know how you will get back and the peasant would ride off crossing himself as he went to the gloomy monotony of the road was added the inconvenience of a fine penetrating rain which took possession of the sky toward noonday and increased the difficulties of the way no song-bird the adventure forth and ordner chilled to the bone beneath his cloak saw only the goss-hog and the forken hover above his head or the king-fisher fly up from the reeds of a pond with a fish in its claws startled by his tread It was after dark, when the young traveller, after making his way through the forest of aspens and beaches, which lies close to Doddly Saxoven, reached the village of Serb, where, as the reader may remember, Sbiagogy had asked leave to establish his headquarters. The smell of tar and the charcoal smoke told Ordinner that he was approaching a seafaring population.

Starting point is 07:10:33 He advanced to the first hut which he could see through the darkness. According to Norwegian custom, the low, narrow entrance was closed by a large transparent fish skin, tinged at this moment by the flickering red light of the fire. He knocked on the wooden doorpost, saying, It is a traveller. Come in, come in, answer the voice from within. At the same instant an eager hand raised the fish skin and ordner was admitted to the cone-shaped home of a Norwegian longshore fisherman. It was a sort of circular tent made of wood and earth, in the center of which blazed a fire where the purple glow of turf was mixed with the white light of the pine. Beside this fire, the fisherman, his wife, and two children dressed in rags, were seated at a table, set with wooden plates and earthen cups.

Starting point is 07:11:20 On the opposite side of the fire was a pile of nets and oars. A couple of reindeer were asleep on a bed of dried leaves and skins, which by its ample size seemed intended also as a resting place for the family, and any guests whom it might please heaven to send them. It took more than one glance to make out the arrangement of the hut, for a thick, pungent smoke which found but scanty outlet through a hoaxe, in the pointed roof, wrapped everything in a misty but almost impenetrable veil. As soon as Ordena crossed the threshold, the fisherman and his wife rose and returned his greeting in a frank and friendly manner. Norwegian peasants welcomed travelers perhaps as much from a lively feeling of curiosity

Starting point is 07:11:58 inherent in their nature as from their native inclination to hospitality. Sir, said the fisherman, you must be cold and hungry. Here are a fire to dry your cloak and excellent bark bread to satisfy your appetite. Afterward, your worship may be willing to tell us who you are, where you come from, where you are going, and what stories the gossips relate in your native place. Yes, sir, added his wife, and you might add to that bark bread, which, as my husband says is excellent, a delicious bit of salt-fish, seasoned with whale oil. Sit down, stranger. And if your worship does not like St. Yusuf's fair, added the man, and will have patience for a few

Starting point is 07:12:40 moments, I can promise you a splendid piece of venison, or at least a pheasant's wing. We are expecting a visit from the best hunter in the three provinces. Isn't that so good, Mazer? Mazer, the name which the fisherman gave his wife, is a Norwegian word meaning seagull. The wife did not seem in the least offended, either because it was really her name, or because she took it as a term of endearment. The best hunter, I should say so, she answered with great emphasis.

Starting point is 07:13:09 He means my brother, the famous Kennyball. God bless all his undertakings. He has come to spend a few days with us, and you shall drink a mug of good beer with him. He is a traveller like you. Many thanks, my kind hostess, said Ordner with a smile. But I must be content with your tempting saltfish and a bit of this bark bread. I have not time to wait for your brother, the mighty hunter.

Starting point is 07:13:34 I must set off again immediately. Good Mase, flattered by the stranger's praises of her fish and her brother, and vexed at his hasty departure, exclaimed, "'You are very kind, sir, but why should you leave us so soon?' I must. Must you venture among these mountains, at this hour and in such weather? My business is important. These answers roused the native curiosity of the young man's entertainers as much as they excited their surprise. The fisherman rose and said,

Starting point is 07:14:06 You are in the house of Christopher Bouldus Braal, fisherman of the village of Serp. The woman added, Mazar Kenybol is his wife and servant. When Norwegian peasants wish to ask a stranger's name in polite style, it is their custom to tell him their own. Ordner answered, And I am a traveller who is neither sure of the name he bears nor of the road he travels. This strange reply did not seem to satisfy Fisher Braille.

Starting point is 07:14:34 By the crown of Gorman the old, said he, I did not suppose there was more than one man in Norway just now who was not sure of his name. I mean the noble Baron Thorwick, who is to change his name, they say, to Count Dennis killed, on account of his famous marriage to the Chancellor's daughter. At least, dear Mazhe, that's the latest news from Trondheim.

Starting point is 07:14:57 I congratulate you, stranger, upon this likeness between you and the son of the Viceroy, the great Count Goldenleff. "'As you worship,' added the wife, her face beaming with curiosity, "'does not seem able to tell us anything about yourself. Can you not tell us something about what is going on just now? For instance, something about this wonderful marriage of which my husband speaks?' "'Yes,' we joined her husband with a self-important heir.

Starting point is 07:15:26 That's the very latest news. Within a month, the Viceroy's son will marry the Chancellor's daughter. "'I doubt it,' said Ordner. "'You doubt it, sir? "'I assure you that the thing is certain. "'I have it on the best authority. "'The fellow who told me had it from Mr. Poell, "'the favourite servant of the noble Baron Thorwick,

Starting point is 07:15:47 "'that is, the noble Count Dunnest killed. "'Can any storm have troubled the waters within the week? "'Has this grand match been broken off?' "'I think so,' replied the young man, smiling. "'If that is so, sir, I am wrong. Never lighted the fire to fry the fish before it is in the net. But have they really quarrelled? Who told you so?

Starting point is 07:16:09 Nobody, said Ordner. I merely imagined so. At this frank confession, the fisherman could not help transgressing the laws of Norwegian courtesy by a loud burst of laughter. A thousand pardon, sir. But it is easy to see that you are indeed a traveller and probably a stranger. Do you fancy that things will turn out as a thousand? you happen to wish, and that the sky will be clear or cloudy at your caprice.

Starting point is 07:16:37 Here the fisherman, well versed in the affairs of the nation, as all Norse peasants are, began to explain to Ordinah why this marriage could not fail to take place. It was essential to the interests of the Dahlafeld family. The viceroy could not refuse the king who desired it. Besides, it was said that the future husband and wife were very much in love. In a word, Fischer Braille could not doubt that the matter, would come off. He only wished he was as sure of killing next day that confounded dogfish, which infested Master Big Pond. Ordner was little inclined to carry on a political discussion

Starting point is 07:17:13 with so uncouth a statesman, and was delighted when the arrival of another guest relieved him of all embarrassment. "'It is he! It is my brother!' cried Old Mazze. And no less event than the arrival of her brother could have diverted her from the rapt admiration with which she listened to her husband's lengthy discourse. The latter, while the two children threw themselves noisily upon their uncle's neck, quietly offered him his hands, saying, welcome, brother. Then turning to ordner, sir, this is our brother, the famous hunter-canny-ball, from the mountains of Kjolan. A hearty greeting to you all, said the mountaineer, taking off his bearskin cap. Brother, I have had as bad luck in hunting upon your coast as you would probably have had if you had

Starting point is 07:18:00 if you had gone fishing in our mountains. I think I could sooner fill my game back if I chased elves and goblins in the misty forests of Queen Mab. Sister Mase, you are the first seam you whom I have caught sight of today. Here, friends, God keep you.

Starting point is 07:18:17 But this wretched grouse is all that the best hunter in the province of Trondheim has got in a whole day's tramp through the heather in this weather. With these words he drew from his pouch and laid on the table a white tarmigion, declaring that it was not worth a shot.

Starting point is 07:18:33 But, he muttered between his teeth, my faithful arch abuse, you shall soon hunt far bigger game. If you can bring down no more chamois or elk skins, you shall make holes in green jackets and red jerkins. These words but have heard struck the curious Mazze. "'A?' asked she. "'What did you say, brother?'

Starting point is 07:18:55 "'I said that there was always a goblin dancing under a woman's tongue. You are right, brother, Cannibal, cried the fisherman. Eve's daughters are all curious, like their mother. Weren't you talking of green jackets? Brother Braal, replied the hunter with some spirit. I trust my secrets to no one but my musket, because I am sure that then they will never be repeated. There is talk in the village, boldly continued the fisherman,

Starting point is 07:19:24 of a revolt among the miners. Do you know anything about it, brother? The mountaineer picked up his cap and pulled it, over his eyes with a sidelong look at the stranger. Then he bent toward the fisherman and said in a low stern tone. Silence. The fisherman shook his head several times. Brother Kenibol, the fish may be silent, but it falls into the net all the same. There was a short pause. The two brothers exchanged meaning glances. The children picked the feathers from the Tarmogen as it lay on the table. The good wife listened and hoped to guess more than was actually said.

Starting point is 07:20:00 and ordnors studied them all. If you have but meagre fare today, suddenly observed the hunter, evidently anxious to change the subject, it shall not be so tomorrow. Brother Brawl, catch the king of fish if you can, for I promise you plenty of bear-screes to dress it. Bear-sgrease! cried Mazel. Has anyone seen a bear in the neighborhood?

Starting point is 07:20:24 Patrick, Regner, my boys, I forbid you to leave the house. A bear? "'Make yourself easy, sister. "'You would have nothing to fear from him after tomorrow. "'Yes. "'It was really a bear that I saw about two miles away from Serb. "'A white bear. "'He seemed to be carrying off a man, or rather an animal.

Starting point is 07:20:44 "'But no, it may have been a goat-herd, "'for goat-herds dress in the skins of animals. "'However, I was not near enough to tell. "'What amazed me was that he carried his prey on his back, "'and not in his teeth. "'Really, brother?' "'Yes, and the creature must have been dead, "'for it made no attempt to defend itself.'

Starting point is 07:21:04 "'But,' sagely inquired the fisherman, "'if it were dead, how did it stay on the bear's back?' "'That's more than I can say. "'Never mind. It shall be the bear's last meal. "'As I entered the village, I engaged six strong companions, "'and to-morrow, Sister Mazer, "'I will bring you the handsomest white fur "'that ever ran over mountain snow.'

Starting point is 07:21:27 "'Take care, brother,' said the woman. "'You have seen strange things truly, that bear may be the devil.' "'Are you mad?' interrupted the mountaineer with a laugh. "'The devil changed himself into a bear, indeed. "'into a cat or a monkey, I grant you, but to a bear.' "'Oh, by St. Eldon the exerciser, "'you are worse than any child or old woman with your superstition.' "'The poor woman hung her head.

Starting point is 07:21:55 "'Brother, you were my lord and master "'before my revered husband cast his eyes upon me. "'Do as your guardian angel bids you.' "'But,' the fisherman asked the mountaineer, "'where did you meet with despair? "'Between Lake Meuson and Walderhog.' "'Woldahog?' said the woman, crossing herself. "'Wolderhog,' repeated Ordner.

Starting point is 07:22:20 "'But, brother,' rejoined the fisherman, "'I hope you were not travelling toward Wolder.' wilderhog. Aye, heaven forbid, it was the bear. Shall you go there to-morrow in search of him? Broke in the terrified Mazze. No, truly, how can you suppose, friends, that even a bear would venture to take refuge in a cave where...

Starting point is 07:22:42 He stopped short, and all three made the sign of the cross. You are right, replied the fisherman. Wild beasts would be warned away by their instinct. My good friends, said Ordinor. What is there so frightful about this Waldhog cave? They looked at one another in stupid surprise, as if they could not understand such a question. Is that where King Walder's tomb is? added the young man. Yes, replied the woman.

Starting point is 07:23:12 A stone tomb, which sings. And that's not all, said the fisherman. No, she added. The bones of the dead danced there by night. And that's not all. said the mountaineer all were silent as if they dared not go on well asked ordner what else is there that is supernatural young man said the mountaineer gravely you should not speak so lightly when you see an old gray wolf like me shudder the young man answered with a gentle smile still i should like to know all the marvels which occur in this walderhog cave for that is exactly where i am going These words seemed to turn his three heroes into stone.

Starting point is 07:23:59 To Waldorog. Heavens! Are you going to Waldahog? And he says that, we joined the fisherman, just as I might say, I am going to Lovic to sell my codfish, or to Ralph's Meadow for herring. To Waldahog, great heavens! Poor young man!

Starting point is 07:24:18 cried the wife. Were you born without a guardian angel? Have you no patron saint? Alas, it must be so, for you do not even seem to know your own name. And what motive, broke in the mountaineer, can lead your worship to that fearful spot? I have a question to ask, answered Ordner. The astonishment of his hosts grew with their curiosity. See here, stranger, you do not seem to be familiar with this part of the country.

Starting point is 07:24:48 Your worship is doubtless mistaken. It cannot be to Walderhog that you wish to go. besides added the mountaineer if you want to speak with any human being you will find none there none but the demon rejoined the woman the demon what demon yes she added the one for whom the tomb sings and the dead dance then you do not know sir said the fisherman dropping his voice and approaching ordner you do not know that wall the whole cave is the favorite abode of the woman stopped him husband do not speak that name it brings ill luck who's a boat asked ordner that of beelzebub incarnate said cannibal really my kind host's i know not what you mean i was surely told that walder hog was the hond of hands of iceland a triple cry of terror arose well then you do know he's the demon we mean the woman drew her woollen kerchief over her face and called on all the saints to witness that it was not she who uttered that name when the fisherman had somewhat recovered from his surprise he looked steadily at ordner as if there was something about that young man which he could not comprehend i did not expect stranger that even if i lived still longer than my father who died at the age of one hundred and twenty i should ever have to show the road to walderhog to any human being possessed of his senses and

Starting point is 07:26:23 believing in God. Surely not, cried Mazze. Your worship will not go to that a cursed cave. For if one only step foot inside, he must make a compact with the devil. I must go, my kind hosts,

Starting point is 07:26:39 and the greatest service that you can do me is to show me the shortest throat there. The shortest way to reach the place where you wish to go, said the fisherman, is to throw yourself from the top of the nearest rock into the next torrent. "'Should I reach the same end?' "'Quietly asked Ordner,

Starting point is 07:26:58 "'by preferring a useless death to a profitable danger.' "'Brall shook his head, "'while his brother looked scrutinizingly "'at the young adventurer. "'I understand,' suddenly exclaimed the fisherman. "'You want to earn the thousand crown's reward "'which the Lord Mayor offers for the head of this Iceland demon?' "'Odner smiled.

Starting point is 07:27:20 "'Young sir,' added the fisherman with deep emotion, take my advice give up your scheme i am old and poor and i would not sell the remnant of my life for a thousand crowns if i had but one day left the woman with a beseeching compassionate look watched the effect of her husbands and treaties ordner made haste to reply it is a much higher motive which leads me to seek this robber whom you call a demon it is for the sake of others not my own the mountaineer who had not taken his eyes from ordner interrupted him. I understand you now. I know why you seek the demon of Iceland. I wish to force him to fight, said the young man. That's it, said Cannibal. You are entrusted with important interests, are you not? So I just said. The mountaineer approached the young man with an air of great intelligence, and to his utter amazement, whispered in his ear, you come from Count Schumacher. from Griffinfeld, do you not?

Starting point is 07:28:26 Good man, he exclaimed. How did you know that? And indeed it was hard for him to guess how a Norwegian mountaineer came to know a secret which he had confided to no one, not even to General Levin. Cannibal leaned toward him. I wish you success, he observed in the same mysterious whisper. You are a noble young man to labor thus for the oppressed.

Starting point is 07:28:51 Ordner's surprise was so great that he could scarce, find words to inquire how the mountaineer had learned the purpose of his journey. Silence, said Cannibal, putting his finger to his lip. I hope that you may gain all that you desire from the dweller in Walderhawk. My arm, like yours, is loyal to the prisoner of Monkholm. Then raising his voice before Ordinor could answer, he added, Brother? Dear Sister Mazze, regard this worthy youth as another brother.

Starting point is 07:29:22 Come, I think supper is ready. What? Interrupted Mazze. Have you persuaded his worship to give up his plan for visiting the demon? Sister, pray that no harm may come to him. He is a noble and worthy young man. Come, brave, sir. Take some food and a little rest beneath our roof.

Starting point is 07:29:41 Tomorrow I will show you your road, and we will set out in search. You of the devil and I of my bear. End of chapter 28. Chapter 29 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon-Alger. This livery-vox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia Chapter 29 Comrade! Ah Comrade! What comrade!

Starting point is 07:30:14 Sun art thou, from what race canst thou have sprung to dare attack Fafnir thus? Edda The first rays of the rising sun were just reddening the highest peak of the rocks upon the sea-coast, when the fishermen, who had come before the dawn to cast his nets off the shore opposite the mouth of Walde-hog Cave, saw a figure wrapped in a cloak or shroud descend from the rocks, and disappear beneath the much-dreaded arched roof of the cavern. St. U.S. struck with terror, he commanded his boat and his soul to St. Yusuf, and ran to tell his frightened family that he had seen one of the ghosts which dwell in the palace of

Starting point is 07:30:51 hands of Iceland, returned to the cave at daybreak. This ghost, thenceforth the theme and dread of many a long winter evening was no other than ordner the noble son of the norwegian viceroy who while both kingdoms fancied him absorbed in paying tender attentions to his haughty betrothed had come alone and unknown to risk his life for her to whom he had given his heart and his future for the daughter of a proscribed man evil omens sad forebodings had thus far accompanied him he had left the fisherman and his family and as they parted good mazah knelt and prayed for him kennibol and his six comrades who had pointed out the right road quitted him within half a mile of and those dauntless hunters who sallied forth to face a bear with a laugh on their lips gazed in terror upon the fearless traveller as he followed that unhellowed path the young man entered walderhaw cave as he might have entered a long-wished-for haven He felt the transport of delight as he thought that he was about to accomplish the object of his life, and that in a few moments he might perhaps shed his last drop of blood for his ethel. About to attack a brigand dreaded by an entire province, it might be a monster, a very demon, it was not that frightful image which filled his fancy.

Starting point is 07:32:06 He saw only the figure of the sweet captive maid, praying perhaps for him before her prison altar. Had the object of his devotion been any other than it was, he might have wait for an instant, only to scorn them the dangers in search of which he had journeyed so far but what room is there for reflection in a youthful heart throbbing with the double stimulus of heroic sacrifice and noble love he advanced proudly into the vaulted cavern which echoed and re-echoed the sound of his footsteps not deigning even a glance at the stalactites and the century-old columns of basalt which towered above him amid mosses lichen and ivy a confused medley of weird forms from which the superstitious credulity of the norwegian country folk had more than once created hosts of evil spirits or long processions of ghosts with the same indifference he passed the tomb of king walder to which so many mournful legends cling and he heard no voice save the long-drawn sigh of the north wind through those gloomy galleries he traversed winding passages dimly lighted by crevices half stopped with grass and heather ever in the non he stumbled over strange objects which rolled from beneath his foot with hollow sound and assumed in the darkness the shape of broken skulls or long rows of white teeth with fleshless gums but his soul was undismayed he was only surprised that he had not yet encountered the much dreaded inhabitant of this horrible cave he reached a sort of circular hall hewn from the rock here the subterranean road which he had thus far followed came to an end

Starting point is 07:33:41 and the rocky walls were without exit save for a few white fissures through which he saw the mountains and woods outside amazed that he should have thus traversed the fatal cavern in vain he began to despair of finding the brigand A singular monument in the middle of the underground hall caught his attention. Three long massive boulders, standing upright, supported a fourth, broad and squares three pillars might uphold the roof. Beneath this gigantic tripod was an altar, also formed of a single block of granite, with a round hole in the middle of its upper surface. Ordner recognized it as one of those colossal druidic structures, which he had often seen in traveling through Norway, the most amazing instances being found in France at Loc Mariacere and Carnac, wondrous fabrics which have grown old, resting upon the earth-like tents pitched for a day, and made solid by their mere weight.

Starting point is 07:34:35 The young man, lost in thought, leaned mechanically against this altar, whose stone lips were stained dark brown, so deep had they drunk of the blood of human victims. All at once he started. A voice, apparently proceeding from the stone, fell upon his ear. young man you come to this place with feet which touched the tomb he rose quickly and his hands sought his sword while an echo clear but faint as the voice of a dying man repeated young man you come to this place with feet which touched the tomb at this instant a hideous face appeared on the other side of the druid altar a face crowned with red hair and disfigured by a brutal sneer.

Starting point is 07:35:24 Young man! It again repeated, You come to this place, with feet which touch the tomb, and with a hand which touches a sword. calmly responded Ordina. The monster emerged from beneath the altar, revealing his thick-set muscular limbs,

Starting point is 07:35:44 his wild blood-stained dress, his hooked hands and his heavy stone eggs. It is I! He cried with a growl like that of a wild beast. And I, answered Ordner. I expected you. I did more, replied the bold young man. I sought you out.

Starting point is 07:36:10 The brigand folded his arms. Do you know who I am? Yes. And you are not frightened. Not now. Then you were afraid to come here. and the monster tossed his head with a look of triumph afraid i might not find you you bid me defiance and your feet have trampled on dead bodies to-morrow they may tread upon your own the little man quivered with rage ordner stood motionless in an attitude of haughty calm take care muttered the brigand i will burst upon you

Starting point is 07:36:54 and rend you as norwegian hailstones to a lady's parasol such a shield would be all sufficient for me something in ordner's eye seemed to don't the monster he plucked the hairs from his mantle as the tiger might devour grass before it springs upon its prey you teach me what pity means he said and you teach me what it is to scorn Child, your voice is soft, your face is fair, like the voice and the face of a girl. What death will you choose? Your own. The small man laughed. No you not that I am a demon, that my spirit is the spirit of the spirit of the man. of Ingalf, the destroyer.

Starting point is 07:37:58 I know that you are a robber, that you commit murder for the love of gold. You are wrong, broke in the monster. It is for love of blood. Were you not paid by the Dahlifels to slay Captain Dispoulson? What are you talking about? What names are these? Do you not know Captain Dispulson? Poulson, whom you killed on Urchthold's sense.

Starting point is 07:38:28 That may be, but I have forgotten him, as I shall forget you three days hence. Do you not know Count Dallelfeld, who paid you to steal an iron casket from the captain? Dallelfeld, stay, yes, I know him. I drank his son's blood only yesterday. day from my son's gall. Ordner shuddered with horror. Were you not content with your wages? What wages?

Starting point is 07:39:06 asked the brigand. Harkier, the side of you offends me. I must have done. You stole a week since an iron casket from one of your victims, a muncom officer. Did you not? At the word muncombe, the brigand started. An officer?

Starting point is 07:39:24 officer from Monkholm? He muttered. Then he asked with a look of surprise. Are you too an officer from Monkholm? No, said Ordner. So much the worse. And his face clouded. Enough of this, rejoined the persistent ordner.

Starting point is 07:39:46 Where is the casket that you stole from the captain? The little man meditated for a moment. by ingalph here's a paltry iron box that occupies many mines i will promise you there will not be so much search for that which holds your bones if ever they be collected in a coffin these words as they showed ordner that the robber knew the casket to which he referred revived his hope of obtaining it tell me what you did with that casket is it in Count Dahlifel's possession. No. You lie, for you laugh. Believe what you will.

Starting point is 07:40:33 What matters it to me? The monster had assumed a mocking air which awakened Ordner's suspicions. He saw that there was nothing to be done but to rouse him to fury if possible or to intimidate him. Hear me, said he, raising his voice, You must give me that casket. The other answered with a savage sneer. You must give it to me, the young man repeated in tones of thunder.

Starting point is 07:41:04 Are you accustomed to issuing orders to buffaloes and bears? replied the monster, still sneering. I would give this command to the very devil in hell. You may do so ere long if you lie. I grch. Odna drew his sword, which gleamed in the darkness like a flash of lightning. Obey me! Lay!

Starting point is 07:41:31 cried Hans, brandishing his axe. I might have broken your bones and sucked your blood when you first appeared, but I restrained my wrath. I was curious to see the sparrow attack the vulture. "'Wretch!' exclaimed Ordina. "'Defend yourself!' "'This the first time I was ever told to do so,' muttered the brigand, gnashing his teeth.

Starting point is 07:42:06 With these words he sprang upon the granite altar and gathered himself together, like a leopard awaiting the hunter on a high cliff, ready to spring upon him unawares. From this vantage ground he glared at the young man apparently seeking the best side from which to attack him all would have been over with ordner had he hesitated an instant but he gave the brigand no time to consider and threw himself violently upon him aiming the point of his sword at his face then began the most fearful fight which imagination can picture the little man standing upon the altar like a statue on its pedestal looked like one of those horrid idols which in barbarous ages received in that same spot impious sacrifices and sacrily offerings. His movements were so rapid that upon whatever side Ordinner attacked him, he always

Starting point is 07:42:55 met the monster face to face, and encountered his blade. He would have been ewn in pieces at the first onslaught had he not had the lucky forethought to wrap his mantle loosely around his left arm, so that the greater part of his furious opponent's blows were foiled by this floating shield. Thus for some moments both made useless, though tremendous efforts to wound each other. The small man's fiery gray eyes seemed starting from their sockets. Surprised to meet with such vigorous and bold resistance from a foe apparently so feeble, his savage sneers changed to silent rage. The brutal immobility of the monster's features and ordner's dauntless composure contrasted strangely with the swiftness of their motions and the vigor of their attack. Not a sound was heard

Starting point is 07:43:39 but the clash of weapons, the young man's quick steps, and the hurried breathing of both adversaries, when the little man uttered a fearful roar. The blade of his axe had caught in the folds of the cloak. He braced himself. He shook his arm frantically, but only succeeded in entangling the handle with the blade in the clinging stuff, which, with every fresh effort, wound itself closer and closer about it. The dreadful brigand felt the young man's steel upon his breast. Once more I ask you, said the triumphant ordner,

Starting point is 07:44:14 Will you give me that iron casket which you stole like a coward? The small man was silent for an instant, then he said with a roar. Ah, kills you, no! Ordner rejoined, still retaining his victorious and threatening attitude. Consider, no, I tell you, no. repeated the brigand the noble youth lowered his sword well said he release your axe from the folds of my mantle and let us fight it out with a disdainful laugh the monster answered child you played a generous man as if i wanted your indulgence before the astonished ordner could turn his head the brigand had played a generous man as if i wanted your indulgence before the astonished ordner could turn his head the brigand had played his foot on the shoulder of his loyal victor and at one bound stood twelve paces away from him with another leap he sprang at ordner and hung his entire weight upon him as the panther hangs with teeth and claws to the flanks of the royal lion

Starting point is 07:45:27 his nails dug deep into the young man's shoulders his bony knees were pressed into his flesh while his fierce face showed ordner a bloody mouth and cruel teeth ready to tear him limb from limb he ceased to speak no human words issued from his heaving chest a low roar mingled with ho's passionate yells alone expressed his rage he was more hideous than a wild beast more monstrous than a demon he was a man deprived of all semblance of humanity ordner tottered beneath the small man's onslaught and would have fallen at the unexpected shock had not one of the heavy pillars of the druid monument happened to be just behind to sustain him he stood therefore half overthrown and gasping beneath the weight of his fearful foe to gain any other idea of the horrible spectacle offered at this moment, it must be remembered that all which we have described occurred in far less time than is required to write it. As we said, the noble youth tottered, but he did not quake. He hastily addressed a farewell thought to Ethel. The thought of his love was like a prayer. It restored his strength. He threw his arms about the monster. Then, seizing his sword by the middle of the blade, he pressed the point straight down upon

Starting point is 07:46:39 his spine. The wounded brigand uttered a fearful scream, and with a sudden leap, which shook off ordina, freed himself from his bold adversary's arms, and fell back some paces, taking in his teeth a fragment of the green cloak, which he had bitten in his fury. He leaped up, supple and agile as a young deer, and the battle began again, for the third time, more terrible than ever. By chance there was, close by, a pile of huge stones over which moss and weeds had grown for centuries undisturbed. Two ordinary men could scarcely have lifted the smallest of these rocks. Hands seized one in both arms and raised it above his head, poising it toward Ordinah. His expression was frightful. The stone, flung with great

Starting point is 07:47:21 violence, moved heavily through the air. The young man had just time to spring aside. The granite boulder broke to fragments against the subterranean wall with a tremendous noise, which was echoed back for many moments from the depth of the cavern. Ordner, stunned and amazed, had barely time to recover, before a second mass of stone was poised in the brigand's grasp vexed that he should seem to stand like a coward to be pelted he rushed toward the small man with uplifted sword to change this mode of warfare but the fearful missile launched like a thunderbolt as it moved through the dense dark air of the cave and countered the bare and slender blade the steel was stashed to pieces like a bit of glass and the monster's fierce laugh rang out ordner was disarmed have you cried the monster ah to say to god or the devil ere you and his eye darted flame and all his muscles swelled with rage and joy and he flung himself with a thrill of impatience upon his axe which wrapped in the cloak lay upon the ground poor ethel all at once a distant roar was heard outside the monster paused the noise increased shouts of men were mingled with the plaintive moan of a bear the brigand listened the cries of pain continued he hastily seized his axe and sprang not toward ordner but toward one of the crevices in the rock

Starting point is 07:48:58 ordner overwhelmed with surprise to find himself thus unnoticed hurried in his turn to one of these natural doors and saw in the neighboring glade a large white-beared bay surrounded by seven hunters among whom he thought he recognized cannibal, whose words had made such an impression upon him the night before. He turned back. The brigand had left the cave, and a fearful voice outside shouted, "'Friend! Friend! I am here! I am here!' End of Chapter XX of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. The Slipperyvok's recording is in the public domain. chapter thirty peter good fellow has lost his all at dice renier the regiment of musketeers from munkholm was on the march through the narrow passes lying between tonthime and skongen sometimes it moved along the brink of a torrent and the long line of bayonets crept through the ravine like a huge serpent with glittering scales sometimes it wound around the mountain making it look like one of those triumphal columns about which curves an army of heroes in broad

Starting point is 07:50:18 the soldiers marched with trailing weapons and cloaks dragging in the dust looking surly and tired for these noble fellows are averse to anything but battle or in action the coarse banter and threadbare jests which delighted them but yesterday had lost their savour the air was chill the sky clouded nothing would raise a laugh in the ranks unless one of the subtler women should get an awkward tumble from her little barbary horse or a tin sauceband should happen to roll over the precipice and rebound from rock to rock to while away the monotony of the journey lieutenant randmer a young danish baron accosted old captain lorry who had risen from the ranks the captain moody and silent moved with a heavy but confident step the lieutenant light and agile played with a twig which he had plucked from the bushes that lined the road well captain what ails you you seem depressed and i should say i had good cause replied the old officer without raising his eyes come come no regrets look at me am i depressed and yet i would wager that i have quite as much cause as you i doubted baron randomer i have lost all i possessed i have lost everything i loved captain lorry our misfortunes are precisely the same it is not a fortnight since lieutenant albrick won my castle and estate at a single deal of the cards i am ruined but am i the less gay the captain answered in a very melancholy tone lieutenant you have only lost your castle but i have lost my dog at this answer the light-minded baron seemed uncertain whether to laugh or sympathize but he said be comforted captain only think i who have lost my castle the captain broke in upon his words what of that besides you may win back another castle and you may find another dog

Starting point is 07:52:16 the old man shook his head i may find another dog but i shall never find my poor drake he paused great tears gathered in his eyes and rolled one by one down his hard stern face he was all i ever had to love he added i never knew my parents god grant them peace and my poor drake too lieutenant he saved my life in the pomeranian war i called him drake in honor of the famous admiral my good dog he never changed as did my fortunes after the battle of a hoven the great general shak petted him and said you've a fine dog there sergeant lorry for i was only a sergeant then ah interrupted the young baron slashing his switch how queer it must seem to be a sergeant the old soldier of fortune did not hear him he appeared to be talking to himself and randomer could only catch a word here and there poor drake after surviving so many breeches and trenches to be drowned like a blind kitten in that confounded trontime fjord my poor dog my trusty friend. You deserve to die on the field of battle, as I hope to do. Come, come, Captain, cried the lieutenant. How can you be so despondent? We may get a chance to fight tomorrow.

Starting point is 07:53:44 Yes, contemptuously answered the old captain, with a pretty enemy. What? Do you despise those rascally miners, those devilish mountaineers? Stonecutters, highwaymen, fellows who don't know the first rudiment of warfare. A fine set of blackguards to face a man like me, who has served in all the wars in Pomerania and Holstein, in the campaigns of Scania and Dalekalia, who fought under the glorious general Shuck and the brave Count Gouldenlove. But don't you know, interrupted Randemann, that these fellows are led by a formidable chief, a giant as big and as brute as Goliath, a rascal who drinks nothing but human blood, a very Satan incarnate. And,

Starting point is 07:54:30 who may he be? asked the captain. Why, the famous hands of Iceland? Pugh! I'll wager that this great general does not know how to shoulder a musket or handle a carbine properly. Randomly laughed. Yes, you may laugh, continued the captain. It will be very funny, no doubt, to cross swords with scurvy pickaxes and pikes with pitchforks. Here are worthy foes indeed. My brave Drake would have scorned to snap at their heels. The captain was still giving free vent to his indignation when he was interrupted by the arrival of an officer who ran up to them all out of breath. "'A Captain Lorry! My dear Randmer!'

Starting point is 07:55:15 "'Well?' asked both at once. "'My friends, I am faint with horror. Dahliefeld! Lieutenant Dahlifeld, the Lord Chancellor's son! You know, my dear Randemar, that Frederick, such a dandy, such a fob? Yes, replied the young Baron. A great dandy. Still, at the last ball at Charlottenburg, my costume was in much better taste than his. But what has happened to him? I know whom you mean, said Lorry.

Starting point is 07:55:44 You mean Frederick Dahlfeld, lieutenant of Company three. The men wear blue facings. He neglects his duties, sadly. You will not have to complain of him again, Captain Lorry. Why not? said Randmer. He is garrisoned at Waldstrom. Coldie added the old officer. Exactly, said the newcomer.

Starting point is 07:56:05 The colonel has just received a message. Poor Frederick. But what has happened? Captain Bola, you alarm me. Old Laurie added. Nonsense. The Popper Nj was absent from roll call, I suppose. And the captain has sent the Lord Chancellor's son to prison.

Starting point is 07:56:22 That is the misfortune which distresses you so sadly. i'm sure it is bolla clapped him on the shoulder captain lorry lieutenant d'allelfelt has been devoured alive the two captains looked each other in the face and randomar startled for an instant suddenly burst out laughing oh captain bolla i see you are as fond of a joke as ever but you can't fool me in that way i warn you and the lieutenant folding his arms gave way to me to me earth, swearing that what amused him the most was to see how readily lorry swallowed all Bollah's ridiculous stories. As for the story, he said it was a capital one, and it was a most clever idea to pretend that Frederick, who took such dainty, such absurd care of his complexion, had been swallowed raw. "'Randmer,' said Bollah seriously, "'you act like a fool. I tell you, Dallifeld is dead.

Starting point is 07:57:21 I have it from the colonel. Dead!' "'Oh, how well you play your part! We joined the Baron still laughing. What a funny fellow you are! Bollar shrugged his shoulders and turned to old Laurie, who quietly asked the particulars. Oh, yes, my dear Captain Boller, Eddie the irrepressible mocker. Tell us who ate the poor devil? Did he serve us breakfast for a wolf, or supper for a bear?

Starting point is 07:57:46 The Colonel, said Bollar, received the dispatch just now, informing him in the first place that the Waldstrom Garrison is retreating toward us, driven back by a large party of rebels. Old Laurie frowned. In the second place, resumed Bola, that Lieutenant Frederick Dahlfeld, having gone into the mountains three days since to hunt, was captured near Arbor ruins by a monster,

Starting point is 07:58:10 who carried him to his lair, and there devoured him. At this Lieutenant Randmer's merriment increased. Oh, how good Laurie swallows your stories. That's right. Keep up a soap of the same. face, Bollar, you are wonderfully amusing. But you don't tell us what this monster, this ogre, this vampire was that carried off and ate up the lieutenant like a weak old kid. I will not tell you, impatiently answered Boller, but I will tell Lorry, who is not such

Starting point is 07:58:43 an incredulous fool. Lorry, my dear fellow, the monster who drank Frederick's blood, was hence of Iceland. The leader of the rebels? exclaimed the old officer well lorry we joined the scoffer do you think a man who handles his jaw so ably needs to know how to shoulder a musket baron randmer said you are very like dalafeld in character beware lest you meet with the same fate i declare cried randmer that captain bolla's immovable gravity amuses me beyond expression and lieutenant randma's inexhaustible laughter alarms me more than i can say at this moment a group of officers engaged in eager conversation approached our three speakers sounds cried randmer i must amuse them with bolla's story comrades he added advancing to meet them have you heard the news poor frederick d'alafeld has been eaten alive by the barbarous hands of iceland As he said these words, he could not repress a burst of laughter, which, to his great surprise, was received by the newcomers almost with shouts of indignation. What can you laugh? I did not think, Randemur, that you would repeat such a dreadful piece of news so lightly.

Starting point is 08:00:07 How can you laugh at such a misfortune? What? said Randmer, much confused. Is it really true? Why, you just told us of it yourself, was the general cry. Don't you believe your own word? But I thought it was one of Bollah's jokes. An old officer interposed. Such a joke would be in very bad taste.

Starting point is 08:00:29 But unfortunately, it is no joke. Baron Votoon, our colonel, has just received a sad news. A fearful affair. It is really awful, repeated a dozen voices. So we are to fight wolves and bears with human faces, said one. We are to be shot down, said another, without knowing whence the bullet comes. we are to be picked off one by one like birds in a cage dalafeld's death said bolla in a solemn tone makes me shudder our regiment is unlucky this palson's murder that of those poor soldiers found dead at casket thymour d'alphel's awful fate

Starting point is 08:01:09 here are three tragic events in a very short space of time young baron ranmer who had been silent looked up it is incredible said he frederick who danced so well and after this weighty remark he relapsed into silence while captain lorry declared that he was greatly distressed at the young lieutenant's death and drew the attention of private toric belfast to the fact that the brass clasp of his shoulder-belt was not so bright as usual end of chapter thirty chapter thirty one of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abelangdon alger this liby vogue's recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter thirty one hush hush here comes a man climbing down a ladder oh yes he is a spy heaven could grant me no greater favor than to let me offer you my life i am yours but tell me for mercy's sake to whom does this arm belong to a count from Barcelona what count what is it general one of the enemy's spies whence come you i came here little dreaming what i should find little thinking what i should see lope de vega la there is something desolate and forbidding in the aspect of a bare flat region when the sun has set when one is alone when as he walks he tramples the dry grass beneath his feet, the dead brown leaves drop rustling from the trees, he hears the monotonous cry of the cricket, and sees huge, shapeless clouds sing slowly on the horizon, like dead ghosts.

Starting point is 08:02:56 Such were Ordiners' gloomy reflections on the night of his vain encounter with the Iceland robber. Startled by his abrupt disappearance, he at first tried to pursue him, but he lost his way in the heather, and wandered all day through a wild and uncultivated country, where he found no trace of man. At nightfall he was in a vast plain, stretching to the horizon on every side, where there seemed no hope of shelter for the young traveller exhausted by fatigue and hunger. It would have been a slight relief if his bodily suffering had not been aggravated by mental distress, but all was over. He had reached his journey's end without accomplishing his purpose. He could not even cherish those foolish illusions of hope which had urged him to pursue the monster, and now that nothing was left to sustain his courage, countless discouraging thoughts.

Starting point is 08:03:42 for which he had hitherto had no room assailed him what could he do how could he return to schumacher unless he could take with him ethel's salvation what was the frightful nature of the misfortune which the possession of the fatal casket would prevent and what of his marriage to if he could only free his ethel from her undeserved captivity if he could fly with her and enjoy uninterrupted happiness in some distant exile he wrapped himself in his mantle and threw himself upon the ground the sky was dark a tempestuous light ever in the non appeared in the clouds as if through a veil of crape and then vanished a cold wind swept across the plain the young man scarcely heeded these signs of an immediate and violent storm and besides even could he have found shelter from the tempest and a place to rest from his fatigues could he have found a spot where he might avoid his misery or rest from thought all at once confused sounds of man's voices fell upon his ear in surprise he rose upon his elbow and perceived at some distance a number of shadowy forms moving through the darkness he looked again a light shone in the midst of the air in surprise he rose upon his elbow and perceived at some distance a number of shadowy forms moving through the darkness he looked again a light shone in the midst of the mysterious group, and Ordner, with astonishment which may easily be imagined, saw the weird forms sink one after the other into the center of the earth, until all had disappeared. Ordner was above the superstitions of his age and country. His serious and mature mind knew none of those vain beliefs, those strange terrors which torture the childhood of a race as well as

Starting point is 08:05:11 the childhood of a man. And yet there was something supernatural about this singular vision which filled him with devout distrust against his better judgment, for who can tell whether the spirits of the dead may not sometimes return to earth? He rose, made the sign of the cross, and walked toward the spot where the apparition vanished. Big drops of rain now began to fall, his cloak filled like a sail, and the feather in his cap, beaten by the wind, flapped in his face. He stopped suddenly. A flash of lightning revealed just at his feet a large, round well, into which he must inevitably have fallen headlong had it not have been for this friendly warning. He approached the abyss. A faint light was visible at a fearful depth,

Starting point is 08:05:52 and cast a red glow over the bottom of this huge opening in the bowels of the earth. The light, which seemed like a magic fire kindled by elves, only increased the immeasurable darkness which the eye was forced to pierce before reaching it. The dauntless youth leaned over the abyss and listened. A distant murmur of voices rose to his ear. He no longer doubted that the beings, who had so strangely appeared and disappeared before his very eyes, had plunged into this gulf, and he felt an unconquerable desire, doubtless because it was so fated, to follow them, even should he pursue spectres to the mouth of hell. Moreover, the tempers now burst with fury, and this hole would afford him a shelter. But how was he to descend?

Starting point is 08:06:34 What road had those he longed to follow taken, if indeed they were not phantoms? A second flash came to his aid, and showed him at his feet a ladder, leading into the depth of the well. It consisted of a strong upright beam, crossed at regular intervals by short iron bars for the hands and feet of those who might venture into the gulf below. Ordner did not hesitate. He swung himself boldly down upon the dreadful, and plunged into the abyss without knowing whether it reached the bottom or not, without reflecting that he might never again see the sun. Soon he could only distinguish the sky from the darkness overhead by the bluish flashes, which lid it up at brief intervals.

Starting point is 08:07:11 Soon the rain pouring in torrents upon the surface of the earth reached him merely as a fine, vaporous mist. Then the whirlwind, rushing violently into the well, was lost above him in a prolonged mown. He went down and down, and yet seemed scarcely nearer to the subterranean light. He went on without losing heart, never looking below, lest he should become dizzy and fall. However, the air becoming more and more stifling, the sound of voices more and more distinct, and the purplish glow which began to tinge the walls of the pit, warned him that he was not far from the bottom. He descended a few more rounds, and saw plainly at the foot of the ladder, the entrance to an underground passage lighted by a flickering red flame,

Starting point is 08:07:51 while his ear caught words which won his entire attention. "'Canneball does not come,' said an impatient voice. "'What can detain him?' repeated the same voice after a brief pause. "'No one knows, Mr. Hackett,' was the reply. "'He intended to spend the night with his sister, Mazabal, in the village of Serb. "'Edded a different voice. "'You see,' rejoined the first speaker, "'I keep my promises.

Starting point is 08:08:16 "'I agreed to bring hands of Iceland for your leader. "'I have brought him.' "'An indistinct murmur followed these words. Ordner's curiosity, already aroused by the name of Kenyball, who had so astonished him the night before, was redoubled at the name of Hands of Iceland. The same voice continued. My friends, Jonas, Norbeth, what matters it if Kenneball is late? There are enough of us. We need fear nothing.

Starting point is 08:08:42 Did you find your standards at Craig Ruins? Yes, Mr. Hackett. Replied several voices. Well, raise your banners. It is high time. Here is gold. here is your invincible chief, courage. March to the rescue of the noble Schumacher,

Starting point is 08:08:57 the unfortunate Count Griffinfeld. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! For Schumacher! repeated many voices, and the name of Schumacher echoed and re-echoed from the subterranean arches. Ordner, more and more curious, more and more amazed, listened, hardly daring to breathe.

Starting point is 08:09:16 He could neither believe nor understand what he heard. Schumacher connected with cannibal and hands of Iceland. What was this dark drama, one scene in which he, an unsuspected spectator, had witnessed? Whose life did they wish to shield? Whose head was at stake? In me, continued the same voice, you see the friend and confident of the noble Count Griffinfeld. The voice was wholly unfamiliar to Ordner.

Starting point is 08:09:41 It went on. Put implicit trust in me, as he does. Friends, everything is in your favor. You will reach Trondheim without meeting an enemy. Let us be off, Mr. Hackett, interrupted a voice. Peters told me that he saw the whole regiment from Muncom marching through the mountain passes to attack us. He deceived you, replied the other, in authoritative tones. The government as yet knows nothing of your revolt,

Starting point is 08:10:05 and it is so wholly unsuspicious that the man who rejected your just complaints, your oppressor, the oppressor of the illustrious and unfortunate Schumacher, General Levine the Knut, has left Trondheim for the capital, to join in the festivities on the occasion of the marriage. of his ward, Ordner Gouldenlev, and Ulrika Dahlfeld. Ordner's feelings may be imagined, to hear all these names which interested him so deeply, and even his own, uttered by unknown voices in this wild, desolate region, in this mysterious tunnel, a frightful thought pierced his soul. Could it be true? Was it indeed an agent of

Starting point is 08:10:40 Count Griffinfeld whose voice he heard? What? Could Schumacher, that venerable old man, his noble Ethel's noble father, revolt against his royal master, hire brigands and kindle a civil war, and it was for this hypocrite, this rebel, that he, the son of the Norwegian viceroy, the pupil of General Levine, had compromised his future and risked his life. It was for his sake that he had sought and fought with that Iceland bandit, with whom Schumacher seemed to be in league,

Starting point is 08:11:07 since he placed him at the head of these scoundrels. Who knows but that casket for which he, ordner, was on the point of shedding his life-blood, contained some of the base secrets of this vile plot, or had the revengeful prisoner of Moncol made a fool of him. Perhaps he had found out his name. Perhaps, and this thought was painful indeed to the generous youth, he wished to ruin the son of an enemy by urging him to this fatal journey. Alas, when we have long loved and revered the name of an unfortunate man, when in our secret soul we have vowed everlasting devotion to his misfortunes, it is bitter to be repaid with ingratitude, to feel that we are forever disenchanted with

Starting point is 08:11:45 generosity, and that we must renounce the pure sweet joys of loyal self-sacrifice. We grow old in an instant, with the most melancholy form of old age. We grow old in experience, and we lose the most beautiful illusion of a life whose only beauty lies in its illusions. Such were the dispiriting thoughts that crowded confusedly upon Ordiners' mind. The noble youth longed to die at that instant. He felt that his happiness had vanished. True, there were many things in the assertions of the man who described himself as

Starting point is 08:12:16 Griffinfeld's envoy which struck him as false or doubtful, but these statements, being only meant to deceive a set of poor rustics, Schumacher was but the more guilty in his eyes, and this same Schumacher was his Ethel's father. These reflections agitated him the more violently, because they all thronged upon him at once. He reeled against the rounds of the ladder on which he stood, and listened still, for we sometimes wait with inexplicable impatience and fearful eagerness for the misfortunes which we dread the most. Yes, added the voice of the envoy, you are to be commanded by the much-dreaded hands of Iceland. Who will dare resist you? You fight for your wives and your children, basely despoiled of their

Starting point is 08:12:56 inheritance, for a noble and unfortunate man, who for twenty years has languished unjustly in an infamous prison. Come, for Schumacher and liberty await you. Death to tyrants. death death repeated a thousand voices and the clash of arms rang through the winding cave mingled with the hoarse note of the mountaineer's horn stop cried ordner he hurriedly descended the remainder of the ladder for the idea that he might save schumacher from committing a crime and spare his country untold misery had taken entire possession of him but as he stood at the mouth of the cave fear lest he might destroy his ethel's father and perhaps his ethel herself by rash invectives, took the place of every other consideration, and he remained rooted to the spot, pale, and casting an amazed glance at the singular scene before him. It was like a vast square in some underground city, whose limits were lost amid endless columns supporting the vaulted roof. These pillars glittered like crystal in the rays of countless torches borne by a multitude of

Starting point is 08:14:00 men, armed with strange weapons, and scattered in confusion about the cave. From all these points of light and all these fearful figures straying among the shadows, it might have passed for one of the legendary gatherings described by ancient chroniclers, an assembly of wizards and demons, bearing stars for torches and illuminating antique groves and ruined castles by night. A prolonged shout arose. A stranger! Kill him! Kill him! A hundred arms were raised to strike ordner down.

Starting point is 08:14:29 He put his hand to his side in search of his sword. Noble youth. In his generous ardor he had for him. forgotten that he was alone and unarmed. Stay, stay, cried the voice, the voice of one whom Ordner recognized as Schumacher's envoy. He was a short, stout man, dressed in black, with a deceitful smile. He advanced toward Ordner, saying, Who are you?

Starting point is 08:14:52 Ordner made no answer. He was threatened on every side, and there was not an inch of his breast uncovered by a sword-point or the mouth of a pistol. Are you afraid? asked the little man, with a sneer. if your hand were upon my heart instead of these swords coldly answered ordner you would see that it beats no faster than your own if indeed you have a heart aha said the little man so you defy us well then let him die and he turned his back give me death returned ordner it is the only thing that i would accept from you one moment mr hacket said an old man with a thick beard who stood leaning on a long musket you are my guest, and I alone have the right to send this fellow to tell the dead what he has seen. Mr. Hackett laughed.

Starting point is 08:15:42 Faith, my dear Jonas, let it be as you please. It matters little to me who judges this spy, so long as he is condemned. The old man turned to Ordinah. Come, tell us who you are, since you are so boldly curious to know who we are. Ordner was silent. Surrounded by the strange allies of that Schumacher for whom he would so willingly have shed his blood, he felt only an infinite longing to die. His worship will not answer, said the old man.

Starting point is 08:16:10 When the fox is caught, he cries no more. Kill him. My brave Jonas, rejoined Hecquitt. Let this man's death be Hands of Iceland's first exploit among you. Yes! Yes! cried many voices. Ordner, astounded but still undaunted, looked about him for Hands of Iceland,

Starting point is 08:16:30 with whom he had so valiantly disputed his life that very very morning, and saw with increased surprise a man of colossal size dressed in the garb of the mountaineers. This giant stared at Ordna with brutal stupidity, and called for an axe. You are not hands of Iceland, emphatically exclaimed Ordner. Kill him! Kill him! cried Hecett angrily. Ordner saw that he must die. He put his hand in his bosom to draw out his Ethel's hair and give it one last kiss. As he did so, a paper fell from his belt. "'What is that paper?' asked Hackett.

Starting point is 08:17:05 "'Norbit, seized that paper.' "'Norbit was a young man, whose stern, dark features, bore the stamp of true nobility. "'He picked up the paper and unfolded it. "'Good God!' he exclaimed. "'It is the passport of my poor friend, Christopher Nedlam, "'that unfortunate fellow who was beheaded not a week ago in Skongan Marketplace "'for coining counterfeit money.' "'Well,' said Hackett in a disappointed tone,

Starting point is 08:17:30 "'you may keep the bit of paper. "'I thought it was something more important. come my dear hands despatche your man young norbit threw himself before ordner crying this man is under my protection my head shall fall before you touch a hair of his i will not suffer the safe conduct of my friend christopher netheram to be violated ordner so miraculously preserved hung his head and felt humiliated for he remembered how contemptuously he had inwardly received chaplain athenasius munders touching prayer May the gift of the dying benefit the traveller. "'A pooh, pooh,' said Hackett. "'You talk nonsense, good Norbeth. "'The man is a spy. He must die.'

Starting point is 08:18:13 "'Give me, my axe,' repeated the giant. "'He shall not die,' cried Norbeth. "'What would the spirit of my poor Nedlund say, "'whom they hung in such cowardly fashion? "'I tell you, he shall not die, "'for Nedlam will not let him die.' "'As far as that goes, said old Jonas, Norbeth is right. Why should we kill this stranger, Mr. Hecad?

Starting point is 08:18:37 He has Christopher Nettleham's pass. But he is a spy, a spy, repeated Hackett. The old man took his stand with the young one at Ordiners' side, and both said quietly. He has the pass of Christopher Nettleam, who was hung at Skongen. Hackett saw that he must need submit, for all the others began to murmur and to say that this stranger should not die, as he had the safe conduct of Nadelum the counterfeiter. Very well. He hissed through his teeth with concentrated rage.

Starting point is 08:19:07 Then let him live. After all, it is your business and not mine. If he were the devil himself, I would not kill him, said the triumphant Norbeth. With these words he turned to ordner. Look here, he added. You must be a good fellow, as you have my poor friend Nadelum's pass. We are the royal miners. We have rebelled to rid ourselves of the protectorate of the crown.

Starting point is 08:19:31 Mr. Hackett here says that we have taken up arms for a certain Count Schumacher, but I for one know nothing about him. Stranger, our cause is just. Hear me, and answer as if you were answering your patron saint. Will you join us? An idea flashed through Ordiners' mind. Yes, replied he. Norbeth offered him a sword, which Ordiners silently accepted.

Starting point is 08:19:54 Brother, said the youthful leader, If you mean to betray us, begin by killing me. At this instant the sound of the horn rang through the arched galleries of the mine, and distant voices were heard exclaiming, Here comes Cannibal End of Chapter 31 Chapter 32 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia

Starting point is 08:20:28 Chapter 32 There are thoughts as high as heaven Old Spanish Romance The soul sometimes has sudden inspirations, brilliant flashes, whose extent can no more be expressed, whose depth can no more be sounded by an entire volume of thoughts and reflections, than the brightness of a thousand torches can reproduce the intense swift radiance of a flash of lightning. We will not, therefore, try to analyze the overwhelming and secret impulse, which upon young Norbeth's proposal led the noble son of the Norwegian viceroy to join,

Starting point is 08:21:06 a party of bandits who had risen in revolt to defend the proscribed men. It was doubtless a generous desire to fathom this dark scheme at any cost, mixed with a bitter loathing for life, a reckless indifference to the future. Perhaps some vague doubt of Schumacher's guilt, inspired by all the various incidents which struck the young man as equivocal and false, by a strange instinct for the truth, and above all, by his love for Ethel. In short, it was certainly a secret sense of the help which a clear-sighted friend in the midst of his blind partisans might render Schumacher. End of Chapter 33 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Rugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia.

Starting point is 08:22:03 Chapter 33 Is that the chief? His look alarms me. I dare not speak to him. Maturin Bertram On hearing the shouts which announced the arrival of the famous hunter Kenneball, Hecgit sprang forward to meet him, leaving Ordner with the two other leaders. Here you are at last, my dear Cannibal.

Starting point is 08:22:25 Come, let me present you to your much-dreaded commander, Hands of Iceland. At this name, Cannibal, pale, breathless, his hair standing on end, his face bathed in perspiration, and his hands stained with blood, started back. Hands of Iceland.

Starting point is 08:22:44 Come, said Hackett, don't be alarmed. He is here to help you. You must look upon him as a friend and comrade. Kennebal did not heed him. Hands of Iceland here, he repeated. To be sure, said Hackett with ill-suppressed laughter, are you afraid of him?

Starting point is 08:23:04 What, for the third time, interrupted the hunter. Do you really mean it? Is Hands of Iceland? here in this mine hacket turned to the bystanders has our brave cannibal lost his wits then addressing cannibal i see that it was your dread of hands of iceland which made you so late cannibal raised his hands to heaven by ethelreda the holy norwegian saint and martier it was not fear of hands of iceland but hands of iceland himself i swear that delayed me so long these words caused a murmur of support to run through the crowd of miners and mountaineers surrounding the two speakers, and clouded Hackett's face as the sight and the rescue of Ordinah had but a moment before. What? What do you mean? he asked, dropping his voice. I mean, Mr. Hackett, that but for your confounded hands of Iceland,

Starting point is 08:23:59 I should have been here before the owl's first hoot. Indeed. And what did he do to you? Oh, do not ask me. I only hope that my beard may turn as wide as as an ermine skin in a single day, if I am ever caught again hunting a white bear, since I escaped this time with my life. Did you come near being eaten by a bear? Cannibal shrugged his shoulders contemptuously. A bear?

Starting point is 08:24:25 A terrible foe that would be! Cannibal eaten by a bear! For what do you take me, Mr. Hackett? Oh, pardon me, said Hackett with a smile. If you knew what had happened to me, good sir, interrupted the old man. old hunter in a low voice. He would not persist in telling me that Hans of Iceland is here. Hackett again seemed embarrassed. He seized Cannibal abruptly by the arm, as if he feared, lest he should approach the spot where the giant's huge head now loomed up above those of the miners.

Starting point is 08:24:58 My dear Cannibal, said he solemnly, Tell me, I entreat you, what caused your delay? You must understand that at this time anything may be of the utmost importance. that is true said cannibal after a brief pause then yielding to haggard's repeated requests he told him how that very morning aided by six comrades he had pursued a white bear into the immediate vicinity of walderhog cave without noticing in the excitement of the chase that they were so near that dreadful place how the growls of the bear at bay had attracted a little man a monster or demon who armed with a stone axe had rushed upon them to defend the bear The appearance of this devil, who could be no other than hence the demon of Iceland, had petrified all seven of them with terror. Finally, his six companions had fallen victims to the two monsters,

Starting point is 08:25:53 and he, cannibal, only owed his safety to speedy flight, assisted by his own nimbleness, hands of Iceland's fatigue, and above all by the protection of that blessed patron saint of hunters, since Sylvester. You see, Mr. Hackett, he concluded his tale, which was still somewhat, what incoherent from fright and adorned with all the flowers of the mountain dialect. You see that if I am late, you should not blame me, and that it is impossible for the demon of Iceland, whom I left this morning, with his bear wreaking their fury upon the corpses of my

Starting point is 08:26:25 six poor friends on Walderhawk Heath, to be here now in the guise of a friend. I protest that it cannot be. I know him now, that fiend incarnate. I have seen him. Hackett, who had listened attentively, said gravely, My brave friend Cannibal, nothing is impossible to Hans or to the devil. I knew all this before. The savage features of the old hunter from the mountains of Keolan assumed an expression of extreme amazement and childlike credility.

Starting point is 08:26:56 What? he exclaimed. Yes, added Hackett, in whose face a more skillful observer might have read grim triumph. I knew it all, except that you were the hero of this unfortunate adventure. Hands of Iceland told me the whole story on our way here. Really, said Cannibal, and he gazed at Hackett with respect and awe. Hackett continued with the same perfect composure. To be sure, but now calm yourself.

Starting point is 08:27:27 I will present you to this dreadful Hands of Iceland. Cannyball uttered an exclamation of fright. Be calm, I say, repeated Hecquette. Consider him as your friend and leader. But be careful not to remind him in any way of what occurred this morning. Do you understand? Resistance was useless, but it was not without a severe mental struggle that he agreed to be presented to the demon. They advanced to the group where Ordiners stood with Jonas and Norbeth.

Starting point is 08:27:57 May God guard you, good Jonas, dear Norbeth, said Kenibol. We need his protection, Kenne. "'Cannibal,' said Jonas. "'At this instant, Cannibal's eye met that of Ordinah, who was trying to attract his attention. "'Ah, there you are, young man,' said he, going up to him eagerly, and offering him his heart wrinkled hand. "'Welcome. It seems that your courage met with its reward.

Starting point is 08:28:23 "'Ordner, who could not imagine how this mountaineer happened to understand him so well, "'was about to ask an explanation, when Norbeth exclaimed, "'Then you know this stranger, Canibol! By my patron saint, I do. I love and esteem him. He is devoted, like ourselves, to the good cause which we all serve. And he cast another meaning look at Ordner, which the letter was on the point of answering, when Hecquette, who had gone in search of his giant, whose company all the insurgents seemed to avoid, came up to our four friends saying, "'Cannibal, my valiant hunter, here is your leader, the famous hands of Clipstador.'

Starting point is 08:29:01 "'Kennibald glanced at the huge brigand with more surprise than terror "'and whispered in Hackett's ear. "'Mr. Hackett, the hands of Iceland whom I met this morning, "'was a short man.' "'Hackett answered in low tones. "'You forget, Canneball. He is a demon.' "'True,' said the credulous hunter. "'I suppose he has changed his shape.'

Starting point is 08:29:25 "'And he turned aside with a shudder to cross himself secretly. End of Chapter 33 Chapter 34 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo Translated by Abbey Langdon-Alger This Librivox recording is in the public domain Recording by Sonia Chapter 34 The mask approaches

Starting point is 08:29:54 It is Angelo himself The rascal knows his business well He must be sure of his facts Lessing In the dark grove of old old old whose dense leaves the pale light of dawn can scarcely penetrate a short man approaches another man who is alone and seems to be waiting for him the following conversation begins in low tones your worship must excuse me for keeping you waiting several things detained me such as what the leader of the mountain man cannibal did not reach the appointed place until midnight and we were also disturbed by an unlooked-for witness. Who? A fellow who thrust himself like a fool into the mine in the midst of our secret

Starting point is 08:30:43 meeting. At first I took him for a spy, and would have put him to death, but he turned out to be the bearer of a safe conduct from some gallows bird held in great respect by our miners, and they instantly took him under the protection. When I came to consider the matter, I made up my mind that he was probably a curious traveler, or learned fool. At any rate, I have taken all necessary. I have taken all necessary precautions in regard to him. Is everything else going well? Very well. The miners from Gulbransthal and the Faroe Islands, led by young Norbeth and old Jonas,

Starting point is 08:31:19 with the mountain men from Keolan, under Cannibal, are probably on the march at this moment. Four miles from Blue Star, their comrades from Hupfalo and Sundmore, will join them. Those from Kongsberg and the ironworkers from Lake Meusen, who have already compelled the Waldstrom garrison to retreat as your lordship knows will await them a few miles farther on and finally my dear and honored master these combined forces will halt for the night some two miles away from skongan in the gorges of black pillar but how did they receive your hands of iceland ah with perfect confidence would that i could avenge my son's death on that monster what a pity that he should escape us my noble lord first use hands of iceland's name to wreak your revenge upon schumacher then it will be time enough to think of vengeance against hands himself the insurgents will march all day and halt to night in black pillar pass two miles from what can you venture to let so large a force advance so close to skongen must demon take care you are suspicious noble count your worship may send a message at once to Colonel Voton, whose regiment is probably at Skongen now,

Starting point is 08:32:40 inform him that the rebel forces will encamp tonight at Black Pillar Pass, and have no misgivings. The place seems made purposely for Amberscates. I understand you, but why, my dear fellow, did you muster the rebels in such numbers? The greater the insurrection, sir, the greater will be Schumacher's crime, and you're married. it. Besides, it is important that it should be crushed at a single blow. Very good. But why did you order them to haul so near Skongon? Because it is the only spot in the mountains where all resistance is impossible. None will ever leave it alive but those whom we select to appear before the court. Capital. Something tells me, Must-Emon, to finish this business

Starting point is 08:33:28 quickly. It all looks well in this quarter. It looks stormy in another. You know that we have been making secret search at Copenhagen for the papers which we feared had fallen into the possession of this Polson. Well, sir? Well, I have just discovered that the scheming fellow had mysterious relations with that a cursed astrologer, Come be Sulzum. Who died recently? Yes. and that the old sorcerer delivered certain papers to schumacher's agent before he died damnation he had letters of mine a statement of our plot your plot must demon a thousand pardons noble count but why did your worship put yourself in the power of such a humbug as come be solesome the old traitor you see must demon i am not a sceptic and unbelie you. It is not without good reason, my dear fellow, that I have always put my trust in old Kambi Sulzum's magic skill. I wish your worship had had as much doubt of his loyalty as you had

Starting point is 08:34:41 trust in his skill. However, let us not take fright too soon, noble master. This poulson is dead. His papers are lost. In a few days we shall be safely rid of those whom they might benefit. In any event, what charge could be brought against me? or me protected as i am by your grace oh yes my dear fellow of course you can count upon me but let us bring this business to a head i will send the messenger to the colonel come my people are waiting for me behind those bushes and we must return to tron time which the macklen burger must have left ear now continue to serve me faithfully and in spite of all the come be solesomes and despulsions upon earth you can count on me in life and death i beg your grace to believe that devil here they plunged into the thicket among whose branches their voices gradually died away and soon after no sound was heard save the tread of their departing steeds end of chapter thirty four chapter thirty five of of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Libri-Vox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 08:36:05 Recording by Sonia Chapter 35 Beat the drums. They come, they come, they have all sworn and all the same oath, never to return to Castile without the captive count, their lord. They have his marble statue in a chariot, and are resolved never to turn back until they see the statue itself turn back. And in token that the first man who retraces his steps will be regarded as a traitor, they have all raised their right hand and taken an oath.

Starting point is 08:36:38 And they march toward Al-A-Lanon, as swiftly as the oxen which dragged the chariot could go. They tarry no more than thus the sun. Burgos is deserted. Only the women and children remain behind, and so too in the suburbs. They talk as they go of horses and horses and horses. and falcons and question whether they should free Castile from the tribute she pays Leon,

Starting point is 08:37:01 and before they enter Navarre, they meet upon the frontier. Old Spanish Romance While the preceding conversation was going on in one of the forests on the outskirts of Lake Mieson, the rebels, divided into three columns, left Absil-Core lead-mine by the chief entrance, which opens on a level with the ground in a deep ravine. Ordner, who in spite of his desire for a closer acquaintance with Cannibal, had been placed under Norbeth command, at first saw nothing but a long line of torches, whose beams, vying with the early light of dawn, were reflected back from hatchets, pitchforks, mettocks, clubs with iron

Starting point is 08:37:41 heads, huge hammers, pickaxes, crowbars, and all the rude implements which could be borrowed from their daily toil, mingled with genuine weapons of warfare, such as muskets, pikes, sword, courts, carbines and guns, which showed that this revolt was a conspiracy. When the sun rose and the glow of the torches was no more than smoke, he could better observe the aspect of this strange army, which advanced in disorder, with hoarse songs and fierce shouts, like a band of hungry wolves in pursuit of a dead body. It was divided into three parts. First came the mountaineers from Kjelen, under command of cannibal,

Starting point is 08:38:19 whom they all resembled in their dress of wild beast skins, and in their bold savage mean. Then followed the young miners led by Norbith and the older ones under Jonas, with their broad-brimmed heads, loose trousers, bare arms and blackened faces, gazing at the sun in mute surprise. Above this noisy band

Starting point is 08:38:37 floated a confused sea of scarlet banners, bearing various mottoes such as Long-lived Schumacher. Let us free our deliverer. Freedom for miners! Liberty for Count Griffinfeld. Death to golden-lark. death to all oppressors death to d'alefeld the rebels seemed to regard these standards rather in the light of a burden than an ornament and they were passed frequently from hand to hand when the color-bearers were tired or desired to mingle the discordant notes of their horns with the psalm-singing and shouts of their comrades

Starting point is 08:39:13 the rearguard of this strange army consisted of ten or a dozen carts drawn by reindeer and strong mules doubtless meant to carry ammunition and the vanguard of the giant escorted by haggard who marched alone armed with a mace and an axe followed at a considerable distance with no small terror by the man under command of cannibal who never took his eyes from him as if anxious not to lose sight of his diabolical leader during the various transformations which he might be pleased to undergo this stream of insurgents poured down the mountain-side with many confused noises filling the pine-woods with the sound of their horns their numbers were soon swelled by various reinforcements from sundmore hubfalo kongsberg and a troop of iron-workers from lake mewsen who presented a singular contrast to the rest of the rebels they were tall powerful men armed with hammers and tongs their broad leather aprons being their only shield a huge wooden cross their only standard as they marched soberly and rhythmically, with a regular tread more religious than military, their only war-song being biblical psalms and canticles. They had no leader but their cross-bearer, who walked before them unarmed. The rebel troop met not a single human being on their road. As they approached, the goat-herd drove his flocks into a cave, and the peasant forsook his village,

Starting point is 08:40:35 for the inhabitant of the valley and plain is everywhere alike. He fears the bandit's horn as much as the bowman's blast. Thus they traversed hills and forests, with here and there a small settlement, followed winding roads where traces of wild beasts were more frequent than the footprint of man, skirted lakes, cross torrents, ravines and marshes. Ordner recognized none of these places. Once only his eye, as he looked up, caught upon the horizon the dim blue outline of a great sloping rock. He turned to one of his rude companions and asked, My friend, what is that rock to the south on our right? That is the vulture's neck, Oolmo Cliff, was the reply.

Starting point is 08:41:16 Ordner sighed heavily. End of Chapter 35. Chapter 36 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia Chapter 36 God keep and bless you, my daughter. ligny monkey paracets coombs and ribbons all were ready to receive lieutenant frederick his mother had sent at great expense for the famous gudery's latest novel

Starting point is 08:41:56 by her order it had been richly bound with silver gilt clasps and placed with the bottles of perfume and boxes of patches upon the elegant toilet-table with gilded feet and richly inlaid with which she had furnished her dear son frederick's future sitting-room when she had thus fulfilled the careful round of paternal cares which had for a moment caused her to forget her hate she remembered that she had now nothing else to do but to injure schumacher and ethel general levin's departure left them at her mercy so many things had happened recently at munkholm of which she could learn but little who was the serf vessel or peasant who if she was to credit frederick's very ambiguous and embarrassed phrases had won the love of the ex-chancellor's daughter what were baron ordnors relations with the prism of Munkholm? What were the incomprehensible motives for Ordiners' most peculiar absence, at a time when both kingdoms were given over to preparations for his marriage to that Ulrika Dahlfeld, whom he seemed to disdain? And lastly, what had occurred between Lavin the Knut and Schumacher? The Countess was lost in conjectures. She finally resolved, in order to clear up all these mysteries, to risk a descend upon Munkholm, a step to which she was counseled both by her curiosity as a woman,

Starting point is 08:43:14 and her interests as an enemy. One evening, as Ethel, alone in the dungeon garden, had just written for the sixth time with a diamond ring some mysterious monogram upon the dusty window in the Poston gate through which her ordner had disappeared, it opened. The young girl started. It was the first time that this gate had been opened since it closed upon him. A tall, pale woman, dressed in white, stood before her.

Starting point is 08:43:40 She gave Ethel a smile as sweet as poisoned honey, and behind her mask of quiet friendliness there lurked an expression of hatred, spite, and involuntary admiration. Ethel looked at her in astonishment, almost fear. Except her old nurse, who had died in her arms, this was the first woman she had seen within the gloomy walls of Monkholm. My child, gently asked the stranger. Are you the daughter of the prisoner of Monkholm? Ethel could not help turning away her head. she instinctively shrank from the stranger, and she felt as if there were venom in the breath which uttered such sweet tones.

Starting point is 08:44:19 She answered, I am Ethel Schumacher. My father tells me that in my cradle I was called Countess of Ternsberg and Princess of Wallin. Your father tells you so, exclaimed the tall woman, with a sneer which she at once repressed. Then she added, You have had many misfortunes. misfortune received me at my birth in its cruel arms replied the youthful captive my noble father says that it will never leave me while i live a smile flitted across the lips of the stranger as she rejoined in a pitying tone and do you never murmur against those who flung you into this cell do you not curse the authors of your misery no for fear that our curse might draw down upon their heads evils like those who were

Starting point is 08:45:09 which they make us endure. And, continued the pale woman with unmoved face, Do you know the authors of these evils of which you complain? Ethel considered a moment and said, All that has happened to us is by the will of heaven. Does your father never speak to you of the king? The king? I pray for him every morning and evening,

Starting point is 08:45:33 although I do not know him. Ethel did not understand why the stranger bit her lip at this reply. does your unhappy father never in his anger mention his relentless foes general arenstolfe bishops boleysen and chancellor d'arfeld i don't know whom you mean and do you know the name of levin the knude the recollection of the scene which had occurred but two days before between schumacher and the governor of trontheim was so fresh in ethel's mind that she could not but be struck by the name of levin the knude levin the knude said she i think that he is the man for whom my father feels so much esteem almost affection what cried the tall woman yes resumed the girl it was levin the knoot whom my father defended so warmly day before yesterday against the governor of trontheim these words increased the hero's surprise against the governor of trontime do not trifle with me girl i am here in your interests your father's took General Levin the Knude's part against the governor of Tondheim, you say? General? I thought he was a captain. But no, you are right. My father, added Ethel,

Starting point is 08:46:52 seemed to feel as much attachment for this General Levin the Knud as dislike for the governor of Trondheim. Here is a strange mystery indeed, thought the tall, pale woman, whose curiosity increased momentarily. My dear child, what happened? between your father and the governor. All these questions wearied, poor Ethel, who looked fixedly at the tall woman, saying, Am I a criminal that you should cross-examine me thus? At these simple words the stranger seemed thunderstruck,

Starting point is 08:47:24 as if she saw the reward of her skill slipping through her fingers. She replied nevertheless in a tremulous voice. You would not speak to me so if you knew why and for whom I come. What? said Ethel. do you come from him do you bring me a message from him and all the blood in her body rushed to her fair face her heart throbbed in her bosom with impatience and alarm from whom asked the stranger the young girl hesitated as she was about to utter the adored name she saw a flash of wicked joy gleam in the stranger's eye like a ray from hell she said sadly you do not know the person whom i mean an expression of disappointment again appeared upon the stranger's apparently friendly face poor young girl she cried what can i do to help you ethel did not hear her her thoughts were beyond the mountains of the north in quest of the daring traveller her head sank upon her breast and her hands were unconsciously clasped

Starting point is 08:48:30 does your father hope to escape from this prison this question twice repeated by the stranger brought ethel to herself yes said she and tears sparkled on her cheek the stranger's eyes flashed he does tell me how by what means when he hopes to escape from this prison because he hopes ere long to die there is sometimes a power in the very simplicity of a gentle young spirit which outwere with the artifices of a heart grown old in wickedness. This thought seemed to occur to the great lady, for her expression suddenly changed, and laying her cold hand on Ethel's arm, she said in a tone which was almost sincere, Tell me,

Starting point is 08:49:15 Have you heard that your father's life is again threatened by a fresh judicial inquiry? That he is suspected of having stirred up a revolt among the miners of the north. The words revolt and inquiry conveyed no clear idea to Ethel's mind. mind, she raised her great dark eyes to the stranger's face as she asked, What do you mean? That your father is conspiring against the state, that his crime is all but discovered,

Starting point is 08:49:43 that this crime will be punished with death. Death? Crime! cried the poor girl. Crime and death, said the strange lady seriously. My father, my noble father, continued Ethel. alas he spends his days in hearing me read the edda and the gospel he conspire what has he done to you do not look at me so fiercely i tell you again i am not your enemy your father is suspected of a grave crime i am here to warn you of it perhaps instead of such a show of dislike i might lay claim to your gratitude this reproach touched

Starting point is 08:50:29 oh forgive me noble lady forgive me what human being have i ever seen who was not an enemy i have doubted you you will forgive me will you not the stranger smiled what my girl have you never met a friend until to-day a hot blush mantled ethel's brow she hesitated an instant yes god knows the truth we have found a friend noble lady one only one only said the great lady hastily his name i implore you do not know how important it is it is for your father's safety who is this friend i do not know said ethel the stranger turned pale is it because i wish to serve you that you trifle with me consider that your father's life is at stake tell me who is this friend of whom you speak heaven knows no belief heaven knows noble lady that i know nothing of him but his name which is ordna athel uttered these words with that difficulty which we all feel in pronouncing before an indifferent person the sacred name which wakes within us every emotion of love ordena ordena repeated the stranger with singular agitation while her hands crumpled the white embroideries of her veil and what is his father's name she asked her asked in a troubled voice. I do not know, replied the girl.

Starting point is 08:52:02 What are his family and his father to me? This ordinar, noble lady, is the most generous of man. Alas, the accent with which these words were spoken, revealed Ethel's secret to the sharp-sighted stranger. She assumed an air of calm composure, and asked without taking her eyes from the girl's face, Have you heard of the approaching marriage of the viceroy's son to the daughter of the present Lord Chancellor, Dalefeldt.

Starting point is 08:52:30 She was obliged to repeat her question before Ethel's mind could grasp an idea which did not interest her. I believe I have, was her answer. Her calmness and her indifferent manner seemed to surprise the stranger. Well, what do you think of this marriage? It was impossible to note the slightest change in Ethel's large eyes as she replied, nothing truly. May their union be a happy one? Counts Gouldenlev and Dahlfeld, the fathers of the young couple, are both bitter enemies of your father.

Starting point is 08:53:05 May their marriage be blessed, gently repeated Ethel. I have an idea, continued the crafty stranger. If your father's life be really threatened, you might obtain his pardon through the viceroy's son upon the occasion of this great marriage. or may the saints reward you for your kind thought for us noble lady but how should my petition reach the viceroy's son these words were spoken in such good faith that they drew a gesture of surprise from the stranger what do you not know him that powerful lord cried ethel you forget that i have never been outside the walls of this fortress truly muttered the tall woman between her teeth what did that old fool of the levin tell me she does not know him still that is impossible said she then raising her voice you must have seen the viceroy's son he has been here

Starting point is 08:54:08 that may be noble lady of all the men who have been here i have never seen but one my ordner your ordiner interrupted the stranger she added without seeming to notice ethel's blushes do you know a young man with noble face elegant figure grave and dignified bearing his expression is gentle yet firm his complexion fresh as that of a maiden his hair chestnut oh cried poor ethel that is he it is my betrothed my adored ordner where did you meet him he told you that he loved me did he not he told you that he has my whole heart alas a poor poor poor prisoner has nothing but her love to give. My noble friend, it was but a week ago. I can see him still on this very spot, with his green mantle, beneath which beats so generous a heart, and that black plume which waved so gracefully above his broad brow. She did not finish her sentence. The tall stranger tottered, turned pale, then red, and cried in her ears in tones of thunder. "'Ratchit, girl, you love ordinar Goldenleff,

Starting point is 08:55:23 "'the betrothed of Ulrika Dahlfeld, "'the son of your father's deadly foe, "'the Viceroy of Norway.' "'Ethel fell, fainting on the ground. "'End of Chapter 36. "'Chapter 37 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, "'translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. "'This Librevox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 08:55:51 "'Recording by Sonia. CHAPTER 37. COOPOLICON Walk so cautiously that the earth itself may not catch your footfall. Redouble your precautions, friends. If we arrive unheard, I will answer for the victory. Tukapell. Night veils all.

Starting point is 08:56:10 Fearful darkness covers the earth. We hear no sentinel. We have seen no spies. Ringo. Let us advance. Tucapel. What do I hear? Are we discovered?

Starting point is 08:56:23 lopoda vega the conquest of arauco i say gulden stipe o old fellow the evening breeze is beginning to blow my hairy cap about my head rather vigorously these words were spoken by cannibal as his eyes wandered for a moment from the giant who marched at the head of the insurgents and half turned toward a mountaineer whom the accident of a disorderly progress had placed beside him his friend shook his head and shifted his banner from one shoulder to the other with a deep sigh of fatigue as he had placed beside him his friend shook his head and shifted his banner from one shoulder to the other with a deep sigh of fatigue as he answered. Hmm, I fancy, Captain, that in these confounded black pillar gorges, through which the wind rushes like a torrent let loose, we shall not be as warm to-night as if we were flames dancing on the hearth. We must make such rousing fires that the old owls will be scared from their nests among the rocks in their ruined palace. I can't endure owls. On that horrid night when I saw the fairy Upham, she took the shape of an owl. But St. Sylvester, interrupted did Gouldon's diaper, turning his head.

Starting point is 08:57:24 The angel of the storm beats his wings most furiously. Take my advice, Captain Cannibal, and set fire to all the pine trees on the mountain. It would be a fine sight to see an army warm itself with a whole forest. Heaven forbid, my dear Gouldon. Think of the deer and the gerforkens and the pheasants. Roast the game, if you will, but do not burn it alive. Old Goulden laughed.

Starting point is 08:57:47 Oh, Captain, you are the same devil of a cannibal, the wolf of deer, the bear of wolves, and the buffalo of bears. Are we far from Black Pillar? asked the voice from the huntsman. Comrade, replied Cannibal. We shall enter the gorge at nightfall. We shall reach the four crosses directly. There was a brief silence during which nothing was heard

Starting point is 08:58:08 but the tramp of many feet, the moaning of the wind, and the distant song of the regiment of iron workers from Lake Meuson. Friend Gordon Steiper, resumed Cannibal when he had whistled an old hunting song. You have just passed a few days at Trondheim, have you not? Yes, Captain. My brother George, the fisherman, was ill, and I took his place in the boat for a short time, so that his poor family might not starve while he was ill. Well, as you come from Trondheim, did you happen to see this Count the prisoner, Schumacher?

Starting point is 08:58:38 Gleffernham? What is his name now? I mean that man in whose behalf we have rebelled against the Royal Protectorate, and whose arms I suppose you have on that big red flag? It is heavy enough I can tell you, said Gouldon. Do you mean the prisoner in Munkom Fortress, the Count, if you choose to call him so? And how do you suppose, Captain, that I should see him? I should have needed, he added, lowering his voice, the eyes of that demon marching in front of us,

Starting point is 08:59:06 though he does not leave a smell of brimstone behind him, of that hands of Iceland, who can see through stone walls, or the ring of Queen Mab, who passes through keyholes. There is but one man among us now, I am sure, whoever saw the count, the prisoner to whom you refer. But one? Ah, Mr. Hackett. But this Hackett is no longer with us. He left us to date to return to—I do not mean Mr. Hackett, Captain. And who then?

Starting point is 08:59:35 That young man in the green mantle, with the black plume, who burst into our midst last night. Well? Well, said Gouldon, drawing closer to Cannibal. He knows the Count, this famous Count, as well as I know you, Captain Cannibal. Cannibal looked at Gouldon, winked his left eye, smacked his lips, and clapped his friend on the shoulder, with that triumphant exclamation which so often escapes us when we are satisfied with our own penetration. I thought as much.

Starting point is 09:00:07 Yes, Captain, continued Goulden's diaper, changing his flame-colored banner to the other shoulder. I assure you that the young man in green has seen the Count. i don't know what you call him the one for whom we are fighting in muncom keep and he seemed to think no more of walking into that prison than you or i would of shooting in a royal park and how happened you to know this brother guldon the old mountaineer seized cannibal by the arm and half opening his otter skin waistcoat with a caution which was almost suspicious he said look there by my most holy patron saint exclaimed cannibal it glitters like diamonds. It was indeed a superb diamond buckle, which fastened Goulden Stiper's rough belt.

Starting point is 09:00:54 And they are real diamonds, he replied, closing his waistcoat. I am just as sure of it as I am that the moon is two days' journey from the earth, and that my belt is made of buffalo leather. Cannibal's face clouded, and his expression changed from surprise to distress. He cast down his eyes and sat with savage sternness. Golden Stiper of Colesau Village in the Kierland Mountains Your father, Matt Press-Styper, died at the age of 102, without reproach, for it was no crime to kill one of the king's deer or elk by mistake.

Starting point is 09:01:28 Golden Stiper, fifty-seven good years have passed over your grey head, which cannot be called youth except for an owl. Golden-stiper, old friend, I would rather for your sake that the diamonds in that buckle were grains of millet if you did not come by them honestly. as honestly as a royal pheasant comes by a leaden bullet. As he pronounced his strange sermon, the mountaineer's tone was both impressive and menacing. As truly as Captain Canybal is the boldest hunter in Keolan,

Starting point is 09:01:56 replied Goulden, unmoved, and as truly as these diamonds are diamonds, they are my lawful property. Indeed, said Cannibal in accents which wavered between confidence and doubt. God and my patron saint, no, replied Goulden, that one evening, Just as I was pointing out the Trondheim's pledges to some sons of our good mother, Norway,

Starting point is 09:02:17 who were carrying thither the body of an officer, found dead on Urchdale's hands. This was about a week ago, a young man stepped up to my boat. To Monkholm, says he to me. I was not at all anxious to obey, Captain. A free bird never likes to fly into the neighborhood of a cage. But the young gentleman had a haughty, lordly manner. He was followed by a servant leading two horses. He leaped into my boat with an air of authority.

Starting point is 09:02:42 I took up my oars, that is to say, my brother's oars. It was my good angel that willed me to do so. When we reached the fortress, my young passenger, after exchanging a few words with the officer on guard, flung me in payment, as God hears me he did, Captain, this diamond buckle which I showed you, and which would have belonged to my brother George, and not to me, if at the time that the traveller,

Starting point is 09:03:06 heaven help him, engaged me the day's work which I was doing for George had not been done. This is the truth, Captain Caneyball. Very good. Little by little the captain's features had cleared as much as their naturally hard and gloomy expression would permit, and he asked Gouldon in a softened voice. And are you sure, old fellow, that this young man is the same who is now behind us with Norbeth followers? Sure, I could not mistake among a thousand faces the face of him who made my fortune.

Starting point is 09:03:36 Besides, it is the same cloak, the same black plume. I believe you, Gouldon. and it is clear that he went there to see the famous prisoner, for if he were not bound on some very mysterious errand, he would never have rewarded so handsomely the boatman who rode him over, and besides, now that he has joined us, you are right. And I imagine, Captain, that this young stranger

Starting point is 09:03:59 may have far greater influence with the count whom we are about to set free than Mr. Hackett, who strikes me, by my soul, as only fit to moo like a wildcat. "'Cannyball nodded his head expressively. "'Comrade, you have said just what I meant to say. "'I should be much more inclined in this whole matter "'to obey that young gentleman than the envoy Hackard. "'Sin Salvesta and St. Olaf help me.

Starting point is 09:04:23 "'But if the Iceland demon be our commander, "'I believe, friend Gouldon, "'that we owe it far less to that magpie Hackard "'than to this stranger.' "'Really, Captain,' inquired Gouldon. "'Canneball opened his mouth to answer "'when he fell the hand on his shoulder. It was Norbeth.

Starting point is 09:04:39 Cannibal! We are betrayed. Gorman Wostrom has just come from the south. The entire regiment of musketeers is marching against us. The Schleswig lancers are at Sparbo. Three companies of Danish dragoons await the cavalry at Lovic. All along the road he saw as many green jackets as there were bushes. Let us hasten towards Gongan.

Starting point is 09:04:58 Let us not pause until we reach that point. There, at least, we can defend ourselves. One thing more, Gorman thinks that he saw the gleam of muskets among the briar. as he came through the defiles of black pillar. The young leader was pale and agitated, but his face and voice still showed courage and resolution. Impossible, cried Cannibal. It is certain, certain, said Norbeth.

Starting point is 09:05:23 But Mr. Hackett? Is a traitor or a coward? Depend on what I say, friend Kenneball. Where is this Hackett? At this moment, O'Jonas approached the two chiefs. By the deep discouragement stamped upon his features, it was easily seen that he had learned the fatal news. The eyes of the two elder men, Jonas and Cannibal, met, and they shook their

Starting point is 09:05:43 heads with one accord. Well, Jonas, well, Cannibal, said Norbeth. But the aged leader of the Pharaoh minds slowly passed his hand across his wrinkled brow, and in a low voice answered the appealing look of the aged leader of the Keolan mountaineers. Yes, it is but too true, it is but too certain. Gorman Wostrom saw them. If it be so, said Cannibal, said Cannibal, what? is to be done. What is to be done? answered Jonas. I consider a friend Jonas that we should do well to halt. And better still, brother, cannibal, to retreat. Halt? Retreat? exclaimed Norbeth. We must push forward. The two elders looked at the young man in cold surprise. Push forward, said cannibal, and how about the Munkol musketeers? And the Schleswig Lancers, added Jonas, and the Danish

Starting point is 09:06:36 dragoons, continued Canibald. Norbit stamped his foot, and the Royal Protectorate, and my mother dying of cold and hunger. The devil, the Royal Protectorate, said the Minor Jonas with a shudder. Never mind, said Cannibal. Jonas took Canneball by the hand, saying, Old fellow, you have not the honor to be a ward of our glorious sovereign, Christian the Fourth. May the blessed King Olaf in heaven deliver us from the Protectorate.

Starting point is 09:07:03 You had better trust to your sword for that benefit. said Norbeth in a fierce tone. Bold words are easy to a young man, friend Norbeth, answered Cannibal, but consider that if we advance, all these green jackets, I think that it would be useless for us to return to our mountains, like foxes running from wolves, for our names and our revolt unknown, and if we needs must die, I prefer musketball to the hangman's rope. Jonas nodded assent.

Starting point is 09:07:30 The devil, the protectorate for our brothers, the gallows for us. Norbeth may be right after all. Give me your hand, good Norbeth, said Cannibal. There is danger in either course. We may as well march straight to the edge of the precipice as fall over it backwards. Come on, come on, cried old Jonas, striking his sword-hilt. Norbit grasped them by the hand. Listen, brothers, be bold like me.

Starting point is 09:07:54 I will be prudent, like you. Let us not pause until we reach Skongan. The garrison is weak, and we will overwhelm it. Let us pass, since we must, through the defiles of black pillars. but in utter silence. We must reverse them, even if they be guarded by the enemy. I do not think that the musketeers have come so far as Ordal's bridge, beyond Skongen, but it matters not.

Starting point is 09:08:17 Silence. Silence, so be it, repeated Cannibal. Now, Jonas, said Norbeth, let us return to our posts. Tomorrow we may be at Trondheim in spite of musketeers, lancers, dragoons, and all the green jerkins of the south. The three chiefs parted. Soon the watchword, silence, passed from rank to rank, and the insurgents, a moment before so tumultures, looked, in those waste places darkened by approaching night, like a band of mute ghosts roaming noiselessly through the winding path of a cemetery. But their road became narrower every moment, and seemed by degrees to dive between two walls of rock which grew steeper and steeper. As the red moon rose among a mass of cold clouds hovering about her with weird inconstancy, Cannibal turned to golden star.

Starting point is 09:09:05 saying, We are about to enter Black Pillar Pass. Silence. In fact, they already heard the roar of the torrent which follows every turn of the road between the two mountains, and they saw, to the south, the huge granite pyramid known as the Black Pillar, outlined against the gray sky and the surrounding snow-capped mountains, while the western horizon, veiled in mists, was bounded by the extreme verge of Sparbo forest, and by huge piles of rocks, terraced as if a stairway for giants.

Starting point is 09:09:35 Rebels forced to stretch their columns over this crooked road, compressed between two mountains, continued their march. They penetrated those dark valleys without lighting a torch, without uttering a sound. The very sound of their footsteps was unheard amid the deafening crash of waterfalls, and the roar of furious blast, which bowed the ridicule woods, and drove the clouds in eddying worlds about tall peaks, clad in snow and ice. Lost in the dark depth of the gorge, the light of the moon, which was veiled now and again, did not reach the heads of their pikes, and the white eagles flying overhead did not guess that so vast a multitude of men was troubling their solitude. Once old Goulden's diaper touched cannibal's shoulder with the butt end of his carbine, saying,

Starting point is 09:10:19 Captain, Captain, something glimmers behind that tuft of holly and broom. So it does, replied the mountain chief. It is the water of the stream reflecting the clouds. And they passed on. Again Goulden grasped his leader quickly by the arm. Look, he said, are not those muskets shining yonder in the shadow of that rock? Cannibal shook his head. Then after looking attentively, he said, Never fear, brother Goulden. It is a moonbeam falling on an icy peak.

Starting point is 09:10:48 No further cause for alarm appeared, and the various bands as they marched quietly through the winding gorge insensibly forgot all the danger of their position. After two hours of often painful progress, over the tree trunks and granite boulders which blocked the road, the vanguard entered the mountainous group of pine, at the end of Black Pillar Pass, overhung by high black moss-grown cliffs. Golden Stiper approached Cannibal, declaring that he was delighted that they were at last

Starting point is 09:11:14 almost out of this cursed, cutthold place, and that they must render thanks to St. Sylvester that the Black Pillar had not been fatal to them. Cannibal laughed, swearing that he had never shared such old womanish fears, for with most men, when danger is over, it ceases to exist, and they try to prove by their incredulity the courage which they perhaps failed to display. before. At this moment, two small round lights, like two live coals, moving in the thick underwood, attracted his attention. By my soul's salvation, he whispered pulling Goulden's arms. See, those two blazing eyes must surely belong to the fiercest wildcat that ever moved in a thicket.

Starting point is 09:11:53 You are right, replied old Stiper. And if he were not marching in front of us, I should rather think that they were the wicked eyes of the demon of ice, hush! cried Cannibal. Then seizing his carbine, he added, Truly, it shall not be said that such fine game passed before Cannibal in vain. The shot was fired before Goulden Stiper, who threw himself upon the rash hunter, could prevent it. It was not the shrill cry of a wildcat that answered the discharge of the gun. It was the fearful howl of a tiger,

Starting point is 09:12:27 followed by a burst of human laughter, more frightful still. No one heard the report as its dying echoes were prolonged from rock to, rock, for the flesh of the powder had no sooner lighted up the darkness, the fatal crack of the gun had no sooner burst upon the silence, then a thousand terrible voices rang out unexpectedly from mountain, valley and forest. A shout of, long live the king! Loud as the rolling thunder swept over the heads of the rebels, close beside them, behind and before them, and the murderous light of a dreadful volley of musketry, bursting from every hand and striking them down at the same time disclosed, amid red clouds of smoke, a battalion behind every rock, and a soldier

Starting point is 09:13:11 behind every tree. End of Chapter 37 Chapter 38 of Hans of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger. This Libre-Vox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia Chapter 38 To arms, to arms, ye captains. The Prisoner of O'Chali

Starting point is 09:13:40 We must now ask the reader to retrace with us the day which has just passed, and to return to Skongon, where, while the insurgents were leaving Absil-Core-ledmine, the regiment of musketeers, which we saw on the march in an earlier chapter of this very truthful tale, had just arrived. After giving a few orders in regard to billeting the soldiers under his command, Baron Votaun, Colonel of the Musketeers, was about to enter the house assigned to him, near the city gate, when a heavy hand was placed familiarly upon his shoulder. He turned and saw a short man, whose face was almost wholly hidden by a broad-brimmed straw hat. He had a bushy red beard, and was closely wrapped in the folds of a grey search cloak,

Starting point is 09:14:23 which, by the tattered cowls still hanging from it, seemed once to have been a hermit's gown. His hands were covered with thick gloves. "'Well, my good man,' asked the Colonel sharply, "'what the deuce do you want?' "'Cernel of the Muncol. musketeers, replied the fellow with an odd look. Follow me for a moment. I have news for you. At this singular request, the Baron paused for a moment in silent surprise.

Starting point is 09:14:54 Important news, Colonel, repeated the man with the thick gloves. This persistence decided Baron Votone. At such a crisis and with such a mission as his, no information. was to be despised. So be it, said he. The little man preceded him, and as soon as they were outside the town, he stopped. Colonel, would you really like to destroy all the insurgents at a single blow?

Starting point is 09:15:25 The Colonel laughed, saying, Why, that would not be a bad way to open the campaign? Very well. Then, station your man in answer. ambush this very day in Black Pillar Pass, two miles distant from the town. The rebels are to encamp there tonight. When you see their first fire blaze, fall upon them with your troops. Victory will be easy.

Starting point is 09:16:00 Excellent advice, my good man, and I thank you for it. But how did you learn all this? If you knew. You me, Colonel, you would rather ask me how I could fail to know it. Who are you, then? The man stamped his foot. I did not come here to answer such questions. Fear nothing.

Starting point is 09:16:26 Whoever you may be, the service which you have done us must be your safeguard. Perhaps you were one of the rebels? I refuse to join them. Then why conceal your name if you are a loyal subject of the king? What is that to you? The colonel made another attempt to gain a little information as to this singular giver of advice. Tell me, is it true that the insurgents are under command of the famous Hands of Iceland? Hands of Iceland, repeated the little man with peculiar emphasis.

Starting point is 09:17:04 The Baron repeated his question. a burst of laughter which might have passed for the roar of a wild beast was the only answer which he could obtain he ventured a few more questions as to the number and the leaders of the miners the little man silenced him colonel of the munkol musketeers i have told you all that i have to tell lie in wait to-day in black pillar-pass with your entire regiment and you may destroy the whole rebel force you will not tell me who you are you does prevent the king from proving his gratitude but it is only right that i should reward you for the service which you have done me the colonel threw his purse at the small man's feet keep your gold colonel said he i do not need it and he added pointing to a large bag which hung from his rope girdle if you wish pay for killing these men i have money enough colonel to give you for their blood before the colonel could recover from the surprise caused by this mysterious beings inexplicable words he had vanished baron votoan slowly retraced his steps wondering whether he should place any faith in the fellows news. As he entered his quarters he was handed a letter, sealed with the Lord Chancellor's

Starting point is 09:18:41 arms. It contained the message from Count Dallelfeld, which the colonel found, with amazement that may be readily imagined, consisted of the same piece of news and the same advice just given him outside the city gate by the incomprehensible character with the straw hat and the thick gloves. End of Chapter 38. Chapter 39 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abilangdon Alger. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia. Chapter 39 All must perish. The sword cleaveth the helmet. The strong armor is pierced by the lands.

Starting point is 09:19:27 Fire devourth the dwelling of princes. Engines break down the fences of the battle. All must perish. The race of Hengist is gone. The name of Horsa is no more. Shrinkn'r is no more. Shrink, then from your doom, sons of the sword. Let your blades drink blood like wine. Feast ye in the banquet of slaughter. By the light of the blazing halls, strong be your swords while your blood is warm, and spare neither for pity nor fear, for vengeance hath but an hour. Strong hate itself shall expire. I also must perish. Walter Scott, Ivanhoe. We will not try to describe the fearful confusion which broke the already straggling ranks of the rebels, when the fatal defiles suddenly revealed to them all its steep and bristling peaks, all its caverns, peopled

Starting point is 09:20:21 with unlooked-for foes. It would be hard to say whether the prolonged shout made up of a thousand shrieks, which rose from the columns of men, thus unexpectedly mowed down, was a yell of despair, of terror or of rage. The dreadful fire vomited against them from every side by the now unmassed platoons of the royal troops, grew hotter every moment, and before another shot from their lines followed cannibald's unfortunate volley, they were wrapped in a stifling cloud of burning smoke, through which death flew blindly, where each man, shut off from his friends, could but dimly distinguish the musketeers, lancers, and dragoons, moving vaguely among the cliffs and upon the edge of the thickets, like demons in a red-hot furnace. The insurgents, thus scattered over

Starting point is 09:21:08 a distance of a mile, upon a narrow winding road, bordered on one side by a deep torrent, on the other by a rocky wall, which made it impossible for them to turn and fall back, were like a serpent destroyed by a blow on the back, when he has unwound all his spirals, and though cut to pieces, still tries to turn and coil, striving to unite his separate fragments. When their first surprise was passed, a common despair seemed to animate all these man naturally fierce and intrepid frantic with rage to be thus overwhelmed without the possibility of defense the rebels uttered a simultaneous shout a shout which in an instant drowned the clamor of their triumphant foes and when the latter saw these men without leaders in dire disorder almost destitute of weapons climbing perpendicular cliffs under a terrible fire clinging with tooth and nail to the bushes growing on the verge of the precipice brandishing hammers and pitchforks the well-armed troops were well drilled, securely posted as they were, although they had not yet lost a single man,

Starting point is 09:22:10 could not resist the moment of involuntary panic. Several times these barbarians clambered over a bridge of dead bodies, or upon the shoulders of their comrades, planted against a rock-like living ladder, to the heights held by their assailants. But they had scarcely cried, Liberty! Had scarcely lifted their hatchets or their knotted clubs, they had scarcely showed their blackened faces,

Starting point is 09:22:33 foaming with convulsive rage, ere they were hurled into the abyss, dragging with them such of their rash companions as they encountered in their fall, hanging to some bush or hugging some cliff. The efforts of these unfortunates to fly and to defend themselves were fruitless. Every outlet was guarded, every accessible point swarmed with soldiers. The greater part of the luckless rebels bit the dust, perishing when they had shattered scythe or cutlass upon some granite fragment. Some folding their arms, their eyes fixed upon the ground, set by the roadside, silently waiting for a ball to hurl them into the torrent below. Those whom Hackett's forethought had provided with wretched muskets,

Starting point is 09:23:13 fired a few chance shots at the summit of the cliffs and the mouth of the caves, from which a ceaseless reign of shot fell upon their heads. A tremendous uproar, in which the furious shouts of the rebel leaders and the quiet commands of the king's officers were plainly distinguishable, mingled with the intermittent and frequent din of musketry, while a bloody vapour rose and floated above the scene of carnage, veiling the face of the mountains in tremulous mists, and the stream, white with foam, float like an enemy between the two bodies of hostile men, bearing away upon its bosom its prey of corpses.

Starting point is 09:23:48 In the earlier stage of the action, or rather of the slaughter, the Kierlen mountaineers, under the brave and reckless cannibal, were the greatest sufferers. It will be remembered that they formed the advance. guard of the rebel army, and that they had entered the pine wood at the head of the pass. The ill-fated cannibal had no sooner fired his gun than the forest, peopled as by magic with hostile sharpshooters, surrounded them with a ring of fire, while from a level height, commanded by a number of huge boulders, an entire battalion of the Muncombe regiment, formed in a hollow square, bettered them unceasingly with a fearful musketry.

Starting point is 09:24:25 In this horrible emergency, cannibal distracted and aghast, gazed at the mysterious giant, his only hope of safety lying in some superhuman power, such as that of hands of Iceland. But alas, the awful demon did not suddenly unfold broad wings and saw above the combatants, spitting forth fire and brimstone upon the musketeers. He did not grow and grow until he reached the clouds, and overthrow a mountain upon the foe, or stamp upon the earth and open a yawning gulf to swallow up the ambushed army. The dreadful hands of Iceland shrank like Cannibal from the first volley of shot, and approaching him with troubled countenance asked for a carbine, because, he said, in a very

Starting point is 09:25:07 commonplace tone, at such a time his axe was quite as useless as any old woman's spindle. Cannibal, amazed but still credulous, offered his own musket to the giant with a terror which almost made him forget his fear of the balls showering about him. Still expecting a miracle, he looked to see his fatal weapon become. as big as a cannon in the hands of hands of Iceland, or to see it change into a winged dragon darting fire from eyes, mouth and nostrils. Nothing of the sort occurred, and the poor hunter's astonishment reached its climax when he saw the demon load the gun with ordinary powder and shot, just as he himself might have done. Take aim like himself, and fire, though

Starting point is 09:25:48 with far less skill than he would have shown. He stared at him in stupid surprise, as this purely mechanical act was repeated again and again, and convinced at last that all hope of a miracle must be abandoned, he turned his thoughts to rescuing his companions and himself from their evil predicament by some human means. Already his poor old friend, Gouldon's diaper lay beside him, riddled with bullets. Already his followers, terrified and unable to escape, surrounded on every hand, huddled together without a thought of defense, uttering distressing cries. Kenny Bolt saw what an easy target this mass of men afforded the enemy's guns, each discharged destroying a score of the insurgents.

Starting point is 09:26:29 He ordered his unfortunate companions to scatter, to take refuge in the bushes along the road, much thicker and larger at this point than anywhere else in Black Pillar Pass, to hide in the underbrush and to reply as best they could to the more and more murderous fire from the sharpshooters and the Mooncombe battalion. The mountaineers, for the most part well armed, being all hunters, carried out their leader's order with a readiness which they might not have displayed at a less critical moment, for in the face of danger, men usually lose their head, and obey willingly anyone who has presence of mind and self-possession to act for all.

Starting point is 09:27:05 Still, this wise measure was far from ensuring victory, or even safety. More mountaineers lay stretched upon the ground than still lived, and in spite of the example and encouragement offered them by their leader and the giant, several of them, leaning on their useless guns or prostrate with the wounded, obstinately persisted in waiting to be killed without taking the trouble to kill others in return. It may seem amazing that these men, in the habit of exposing their life every day in their expeditions over the glaciers in pursuit of wild beast, should lose heart so soon. But let no one forget that in vulgar hearts courage is purely local.

Starting point is 09:27:43 A man may laugh at shot and shell, and shiver in the dark or on the edge of a precipice. A man may face fierce animals daily, leave across fearful abysses, and yet run from a volley of artillery. Fearlessness is often only a habit, and one who has ceased to fear death under certain forms, dreads it nonetheless. Cannibal, surrounded by heaps of dying friends, began himself to despair, although as yet he had received only a slight scratch on his left arm, and the diabolical giant still kept up his fire with the most comforting composure. All at once he saw an extra-examination.

Starting point is 09:28:18 extraordinary confusion in the fatal battalion posted on the heights, which could not be caused by the slight damage inflicted by the very feeble resistance of his followers. He heard fearful shrieks of agony, the curses of the dying, exclamations of terror, rise from the victors. Soon their fire slackened, the smoke cleared away, and he distinctly saw huge masses of granite falling upon the Muncol musketeers, from the top of the high cliff overlooking the level hide upon which they were stationed. These boulders were, succeeded one another with awful rapidity. They crashed one upon the other and rebounded among the soldiers, who, breaking their lines, rushed in dire disorder down the hill and fled in every direction.

Starting point is 09:29:00 At this unexpected aid, cannibal turned, but the giant was still there. The mountaineer was dumbfounded, for he supposed that Hans of Iceland had at last found his wings and taken his place upon the cliff, from which he overwhelmed the enemy. He looked up to the spot whence those fearful masses fell and saw nothing. He could therefore only suppose that a party of rebels had succeeded in reaching this dangerous position, although he saw no glitter of weapons and heard no shouts of triumph. However, the fire from the plateau had wholly ceased. The trees hid the remnant of the royal troops, who were probably rallying their forces at the foot of the hill. The musketry from the sharpshooters also became less frequent. Kenibol, like a skillful leader,

Starting point is 09:29:46 took advantage of this unexpected interval. He encouraged his men and showed them by the somber light which reddened the scene of slaughter, the pile of corpses heaped upon the height, and the boulders which still fell at intervals. Then the mountaineers in their turn answered the enemy's groans with shouts of victory. They formed in line, and although still harassed by sharpshooters scattered among the bushes, they resolved, filled with fresh courage, to force their way out of this ill-ooment defile. The column thus formed was about to move. Cannibal had already given the signal with his horn, amid loud cries of,

Starting point is 09:30:21 Liberty, Liberty, no more protectorate, when the notes of trumpet and drum sounding a charge were heard directly in front of them. Then the rest of the battalion from the height, strengthened by reinforcements of fresh troops, appeared within gunshot at a turn in the road, displaying a bristling line of pikes and bayonets, upheld by rank upon run. rank as far as the eye could reach. Arriving thus unexpectedly inside of Cannibal's division, the troops halted, and the man, who seemed to be the commanding officer, stepped forward, waving a white flag and escorted by a trumpeter. The unforeseen appearance of this troop did not

Starting point is 09:31:02 dismay cannibal. In time of danger there is a point where surprise and fear become impossible. At the first sound of trumpet and drum, the old fox of Keolan halted his men. As the royal troops drew up before him in line of battle, he ordered every gun to be loaded, and formed his mountaineers in double ranks, so that they might not offer so broad a mark for the enemy's fire. He placed himself at the head, the giant at his sight, as in the heat of action, for he began to feel quite familiar with him, and observed that his eyes did not flame quite so brightly as the smithy's forge, and that his pretended claws were by no means as unlike ordinary human fingernails, as was claimed for them.

Starting point is 09:31:41 While the officer in command of the musketeers stepped forward as if to surrender and the sharpshooters ceased firing, although their loud shouts ringing out on every hand declared them still ambushed in the forests, he suspended his preparations for defense. Meantime the officer with the white flag had reached the center of the space between the two hostile columns. Here he paused, and the trumpeter accompanying him blew three loud blasts. The officer then cried in a loud voice, distinctly heard. heard by the mountaineers, in spite of the ever-increasing tumult of the battle raging behind them in the mountain gorges.

Starting point is 09:32:18 In the king's name, the king graciously pardons all those rebels who throw down their arms and surrender their leaders to his majesty's supreme justice. The bearer of the flag of truth had scarcely pronounced those words when a shot was fired from a neighboring thicket. The officer staggered, took a few steps forward, raising his flag above his head, and fell, exclaiming, Treason! No one knew whose hand had fired the fatal shot.

Starting point is 09:32:48 Treason! Cowardly treason! repeated the royal troops with a thrill of indignation. And the fearful volley of musketry overwhelmed the mountaineers. A treason! Replied the mountaineers in their turn, made furious as they saw their brothers fall. And the general discharge answered the unexpected attack from the royal troops.

Starting point is 09:33:09 At them comrades, death to those vile cowards, death! cried the officers of the musketeers. And both parties rushed forward with drawn swords, the two contending columns meeting directly over the body of the unfortunate officer with a fearful din of arms. The broken ranks were soon inextricably confounded. Rebel chiefs, kings' officers, soldiers, mountaineers, all pell-mell ran their heads together, seized one another,

Starting point is 09:33:38 grappled like two bands of famished tigers meeting in the desert. Their long pikes, bayonets and partisans were now useless. Sorts and hatchets alone gleamed above their heads, and many of the combatants in their hand-to-hand struggle could use no other weapon than their dagger or their teeth. The same rage and fury inspired both mountaineers and musketeers. The common cry of treason! vengeance! sprang from every mouth.

Starting point is 09:34:06 The fray had reached a point when every heart was full of brutal ferocity, when men walked with utter indifference over heaps of wounded and dead, amid which the dying revive only, to make one last attack on him who tramples them underfoot. At this moment a short man, whom several combatants amid the smoke and streaming blood, took for a wild beast in his dress of skins, flung himself into the thick of the carnage, with awful laughter and yells of joy. None knew whence he came, nor upon which side he fought, for his stone axe did not choose its victims, but smote alike the skull of a rebel and the head of a musketeer. He seemed, however, to prefer slaying the Moncombe troops. All gave way

Starting point is 09:34:49 before him. He rushed through the fray like a disembodied spirit, and his bloody axe whirled about him without a pause, scattering fragments of flesh, lacerated limbs, and shattered bones on every side. He shrieked, Vengeance! as did all the rest, and the rest, and uttered strange words, the name of Jill, recurring frequently. This fearful stranger seemed to regard the slaughter as a feast. A mountaineer upon whom his murderous glance fell, threw himself at the feet of the giant,

Starting point is 09:35:23 in whom cannibal had placed such vain trust, crying, Hands of Iceland, save me! Hands of Iceland! repeated the little man. He approached the giant. are you hands of iceland he asked the giant by way of answer raised his axe the small man sprang back and the blade as it fell was buried in the skull of the wretch who had implored his aid the unknown laughed aloud ha ha by ingalph i thought hands of iceland was more skillful it is thus that hands of iceland saves those who pray to him for help said the giant you are right

Starting point is 09:36:20 the two dreadful champions attacked each other madly stone eggs and steel eggs met they clashed so fiercely that both both blades flew in fragments with a myriad sparks quicker than thought the little man finding himself disarmed seized a heavy wooden club dropped by some dying man and evading the giant who stooped to grasp him in his arms dealt a furious blow with both hands on the broad brow of his colossal antagonist the giant uttered a stifled shriek and fell the little man trampled him underfoot in triumph foaming with joy and exclaiming you bore a name to heavy for you and brandishing his victorious mace he rushed in search of fresh victims the giant was not dead the force of the blow had stunned him and he dropped senseless but soon opened his eyes and gave faint signs of returning life a musketeer seeing him through the uproar threw himself upon him shouting hands of iceland is taken victory hands of iceland is taken repeated every voice whether in tones of triumph or distress the little man had vanished for some time the mountaineers had realized that they must perforce submit to superior numbers for the munkol musketeers had been joined by the sharpshooters from the forest and by detachments of lancers and foot dragoons who poured in from deep gorges where the surrender of many of the rebel leaders had put a stop to slaughter brave cannibal wounded early in the fight was made a prisoner hands of iceland capture deprived the mountaineers of such courage as they still possessed, and they threw down

Starting point is 09:38:01 their arms. When the first beams of the rising sun gilded the sharp peaks of lofty glaciers still half submerged in darkness, mournful peace and fearful silence reigned in black pillar-pass, broken only by feeble moans borne away by the chill breeze. Black clouds of crows flocked to those fatal gorges from every quarter of the horizon, and a few poor goat-herds, who passed the cliffs at twilight, hastened home in terror. terror declaring that they had seen an animal with the face of a man in black pillar pass seated on a heap of slain drinking their blood end of chapter thirty nine chapter forty of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger this libravox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter forty let him who will burn beneath these smouldering fires brontome open the window daughter those pains are very dirty and i would fain see the day see the day father it will soon be night

Starting point is 09:39:13 the sun still lies on the hills along the fjord i long to breathe the free air through my prison bars the sky is so clear father a storm is at hand a storm ethel where do you see it it is because the sky is clear father that i foresee a storm the old man looked at his daughter in surprise had i reasoned thus in my youth i should not be here then he added in a firmer tone what you say is correct but it is not a common inference for one of your age i do not understand why your youthful reasoning should be so like my aged experience ethel's eyes fell as if she were troubled by this serious and simple remark she clasped her hands sadly and a deep sigh heaved her breast daughter said the aged prisoner for some days you have looked pale as if life had never warmed the blood in your veins for several mornings you have approached me with red and swollen lids with eyes that have wept and watched i have passed several days in silence ethel with no effort on your part to rouse me from my gloomy meditations on the past you sit beside me more melancholy even than myself and yet you are not like your father weighed down by the burden of a whole lifetime of empty in action morning clouds vanish quickly you are at that period of existence when you can choose in dreams a future independent of the present be it what it may what troubles you my daughter thanks to your constant captivity you are sheltered from all sudden calamity what error have you committed i cannot think that you are grieving for me

Starting point is 09:41:07 you must by this time be accustomed to my incurable misfortunes hope to be sure can no longer be the subject of my discourse but that is no reason why i should read despair in your eyes as he spoke these words the prisoner's stern voice melted with paternal love ethel stood silently before him all at once she turned away with an almost convulsive motion fell upon her knees on the stone floor and hid her face in her hands as if to stifle the tears and sobs which burst from her. Too much woe filled full the wretched girl's heart. What had she done to that fatal stranger that she should reveal to her the secret that was eating away her very life? Alas, since she had known her ordner's true name, the poor child had not closed her eyes, nor had her soul known rest. Night brought her no alleviation, save that then she could weep freely and unseen. All was over. He was not hers. He who was hers by all her memories. He who was hers by all her by all her pangs by all her prayers he whose wife she had held herself to be upon the faith of her dreams for the evening when ordner had clasped her so tenderly in his arms was no more than a dream to her now and in truth that sweet dream had been repeated nightly in her sleep

Starting point is 09:42:25 was it a guilty love which she still cherished for that absent friend struggle against it as she might her ordner was betrothed to another and who can tell what that virginal heart endured when the strange and unknown sentiment of jealousy found entrance there like a poisonous viper when she tossed for long sleepless hours upon her fevered bed picturing her ordner perhaps even then in the arms of another fairer richer nobler than herself for thought she i was mad indeed to suppose that he would brave death for me ordner is the son of a viceroy of a great lord and i am nothing but a poor prisoner nothing but the daughter of a proscribed and exiled man he has left me for he is free and left me no doubt to wed his lovely betrothed the daughter of a chancellor a minister a haughty count has my ordner deceived me then o god who would have thought that such a voice was capable of deceit and the wretched ethel wept and wept again and saw her ordner before her the man whom she had made the unwitting divinity of her whole being that ordner adorned with all the splendour of his rank advancing to the altar a mid-festal preparations and gazing upon her rival with the smile that had once been her delight however in spite of her unspeakable agony she never for an instant forgot her filial affection the weak girl made the most heroic efforts to conceal her distress from her unfortunate father for there is nothing more painful than to repress all outward signs of grief and tears unshed are far more bitter than those that flow several days had passed before the silent old man observed a change in his ethel and at his affectionate questions her long-repressed grief had at last burst forth for some time he watched her emotion with a bitter smile and a shake of the head but at last he said

Starting point is 09:44:20 ethel you do not live among men why do you weep he had scarcely finished these words when the sweet and noble girl rose by a great effort she checked her tears and dried her eyes with her scarf saying father forgive me it was a momentary weakness and she looked at him with an attempt to smile she went to the back of the room found the edda seated herself by her taciturn father and opened the book at random then mastering her voice she began to read but her useless task was unheeded by her and by the old man who waved his hand enough enough my daughter she closed her book ethel added schumacher do you ever think of ordner the young girl started in confusion yes he continued of that ordner who went father interrupted ethel why should we trouble ourselves about him i think as you do that he left us never to return never to return my daughter i cannot have said such a thing on the contrary i have a strange presentiment that he will come back that was not your opinion father when you spoke so distrustingly of the young man did i speak distrustfully of him yes father and i agree with you i think that he deceived us that he deceived us daughter if i judged him thus i acted like most men who condemn without proof i have received us received nothing but professions of devotion from disorder and how do you know father that those cordial words did not hide treacherous thoughts usually men disregard misfortune and disgrace if disorder were not attached to me he would not have visited my prison without a purpose are you sure replied ethel feebly that he had no purpose in coming here what could it be eagerly asked the old man ethel was silent it was too great an effort for her to continue to accuse her beloved ordner whom she had formerly defended against her father i am no longer count griffenfeld he resumed

Starting point is 09:46:34 i am no longer lord chancellor of denmark and norway the favoured dispenser of royal bounty the all-powerful minister i am a miserable prisoner of state a proscribed man to be shunned like one stricken with the plague it shows cover courage even to mention my name without execration to the man whom i overwhelmed with honors and wealth it shows devotion for a man to cross the threshold of this dungeon unless he be a jailer or an executioner it shows heroism my girl for a man to cross it and call himself my friend no i will not be ungrateful like the rest of humanity that young man merits my gratitude were it only for letting me see a kindly face and he hear a consoling voice. Ethel listened in agony to these words which would have charmed her a few days earlier when this ordner was still cherished as her ordner. The old man, after a brief pause, resumed in a solemn tone. Listen to me, my daughter, for what I have to say to you is serious. I feel that I am fading slowly. My life is ebbing. Yes, daughter, my end is at hand. Ethel interrupted him with a stifled groan.

Starting point is 09:47:51 Oh, Godfather, say not so, or for mercy's sake, spare your poor daughter. Alas, would you forsake me? What would become of me alone in the world if I were deprived of your protection? The protection of a prescribed man, said her father, shaking his head. However, that is the very thing of which I have been thinking. Yes, your future happiness occupies me even more than my past misfortunes. Hear me, therefore, and do not interrupt me again. This ordner does not deserve that you should judge him so severely, my daughter,

Starting point is 09:48:32 and I had not hitherto thought that you felt such dislike to him. His appearance is frank and noble, which proves nothing truly, but I must say that he does not strike me as without merit. Although it is enough that he has a human soul, for it to contain the seats of every vice and every crime. There is no flame without smoke. The old man again paused, and fixing his eyes upon his daughter, added, Warned from within of approaching death, I have pondered much, Ethel, and if you return, as I hope you may, I shall make him your protector and husband.

Starting point is 09:49:09 Ethel trembled and turned pale. At the very moment when her dream of happiness had fled forever, her father strove to realize it. The bitter reflection, I might have been happy, revived all the violence of her despair. For some moments she was unable to speak, lest the burning tears which filled her eyes should flow afresh. Her father waited for her answer. What, she said at last in a faint voice, would you have chosen him for my husband-father without knowing his birth, his family, his name? I not only chose him, my daughter, I choose him still. The old man's tone was almost imperious.

Starting point is 09:49:50 Ethel sighed. I choose him for you, I say. And what is his birth to me? I do not care to know his family, since I know him. Think of it. He is the only anchor of salvation left to you. Fortunately, I believe that he does not feel the same aversion for you, which you show for him. The poor girl raised her eyes to heaven.

Starting point is 09:50:13 You hear me, Ethel. I repeat. What is his birth to? to me. He is doubtless of obscure rank, for those born in palaces are not taught to frequent prisons. Do not show such proud regret, my daughter. Do not forget that Ethel Schumacher is no longer princes of Wallin and Countess of Tonsberg. You have fallen lower than the point from which your father rose by his own efforts. Consider yourself happy if this man accept your hand, be his family what it may. If he be of humble birth, so much the better, my daughter.

Starting point is 09:50:47 least your days will be sheltered from the storms which have tormented your father far from the envy and hatred of man under some unknown name you will lead a modest existence very different from mine for its end will be better than its beginning ethel fell on her knees oh father have mercy he opened his arms to her in amazement what do you mean my daughter in heaven's name do not describe a happiness which is not for me athel sternly answered the old man do not risk your whole life i refuse the hand of a princess of the blood royal a princess of holstein augustenburg do you hear that and my pride was cruelly punished you despise an obscure but loyal man tremble lest yours be as sadly chastised would to heaven sighed athel that he were an obscure and loyal man the old man rose and paced the room in agitation my daughter said he your poor father implores and commands you do not let me die uncertain as to your future promise me that you will accept this stranger as your husband i will obey you always father but do not hope that he will return i have weighed the probabilities and i think from the tone in which ordner utterance your name. That he loves me,

Starting point is 09:52:16 bitterly interrupted Ethel. Oh, no, do not believe it. The father answered coldly. I do not know whether, to use your girlish expression, he loves you, but I know that he will return. Give up that idea, father.

Starting point is 09:52:34 Besides, you would not wish him for your son-in-law if you knew who he is. Ethel, he shall be my son-in-law. law, be his name and rank what they may. Well, she replied, How if this young man whom you regard as your solace, whom you consider as your daughter's support, be the son of one of your mortal foes,

Starting point is 09:52:59 of the viceroy of Norway, Count Goldenlev? Schumacher started back. Heavens, what do you say? Ordina. That ordner? It is impossible. the look of unutterable hatred which flashed from the old man's faded eyes froze ethel's trembling heart and she vainly repented the rash words which she had uttered the blow was struck for a few moments schumacher stood motionless with folded arms his whole body quivered as if laid upon live coals his flaming eyes started from their sockets and his gaze riveted to the pavement seemed as if it would pierce the stones

Starting point is 09:53:40 at last these words issued from his livid lips in a voice as faint as that of a man who dreams ordner yes it must be so ordner goldenlove it is well come schumacher old fool open your arms to him the loyal youth has come to stab you to the heart suddenly he stamped upon the ground and went on in tones of thunder so they sent their whole infamous race to insult me in my disgrace and captivity i have already seen a d'alphelt i almost smiled upon a golden laugh monsters who would ever have thought that this ordner possessed such a soul and bore such a name wretched me wretched he then he fell exhausted into his chair and while his breast heaved with sighs poor ethel trembling with fright wept at his feet do not weep my daughter said he in gloomy tones come oh come to my heart and he clasped her in his arms ethel knew not how to explain this caress at a moment of rage but he resumed at least girl you were more clear-sighted than your old father you were not deceived by that serpent with gentle but venomous eyes come let me thank you for the hatred for the hatred which you have shown me that you feel for that contemptible ordner she shuddered at these praises alas so ill deserved father said she become promise me added schumacher that you will always retain the same feeling for the son of goldenleff swear it god forbids us to swear father swear swear swear girl vehemently repeated schumacher will you always retain the same feeling for ordner goldenleve ethel had scarcely strength to falter always

Starting point is 09:55:44 the old man drew her to his heart it is well my daughter let me at least bequeath to you my hate if i cannot leave you the wealth and honors of which i was robbed listen they deprived your old father of rank and glory they dragged him in eye to the gallows as if to stain him with every infamy and make him endure every torment wretches oh may heaven and hell hear me and may they be cursed in this life and cursed in their posterity he was silent for a moment then embracing his poor daughter terrified by his curses but ethel my only glory and my only treasure tell me how was your instinct so much more skillful than mine. How did you discover that this traitor bears one of the abhorred names, inscribed upon my heart in Gaul? How did you penetrate his secret? She was summoning all her strength to answer when the door opened. A man dressed in black, carrying in his hand an ebony wand, and wearing about his neck a chain of unpolished steel, appeared upon the threshold, escorted by Hallbadiers also dressed in black. what do you want asked the captive sharply and in astonishment the man without replying or looking at him unrolled a long parchment to which was fastened by silken threads a seal of green wax and read aloud

Starting point is 09:57:13 in the name of his majesty our most gracious sovereign and lord christian the king schumacher prisoner of state in the royal fortress of munkholm and his daughter are commanded to follow the bearer of the said command schumacher repeated his question what do you want the man in black still immovable prepared to re-read the document that will do said the old man then rising he signed to the surprise and startled ethel to follow with him this dismal escort end of chapter forty chapter forty one of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger the slybvre the slippery-vox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter forty one a doleful signal was given an abject minister of justice knocked at his door and informed him that he was wanted night had fallen a cold wind whistled around the cursed tower and the doors of vigler ruin rattled on their hinges as if the same hand had shaken all of them at once the wild inhabitants of the tower the hangman and his family had gathered about the fire lighted in the middle of the room on the first floor which cast a fitful glow upon their dark faces and scarlet garments the children's features were fierce as their father's laughter and haggard as their mother's gaze their eyes as well as those of becky were fixed on oryggics who seated on a wooden stool seemed to be recovering his breath his feet covered with dust showing that he had but just returned from some distant trip Her wife, listen, listen, children, I have not been gone two whole days merely to bring back bad news.

Starting point is 09:59:06 If I am not made executioner to the king before another month is out, I wish I may never tie another slip news or handle an axe again. Rejoice, my little wolf-cups, your father may leave you the Copenhagen scaffold by way of an inheritance, after all. Nicol, asked Becky, what has happened? "'Ha! And you, my old gypsy,' rejoined Nicole with his boisterous laugh, "'rejoice, too. You can buy any number of blue-glass necklaces to adorn your long, skinny neck. Our agreement will soon be up, but never fear. In a month, when you see me chief hangman of both kingdoms, you will not refuse to break another jug with me.'

Starting point is 09:59:48 "'What is it? What is it, father?' asked the children, the older of whom was playing with a bloody wreck, while the little one amused himself by plucking alive a young bird which he had stolen from the nest. What is it, children? Kill that bird, Hesper. It makes as much noise as a rusty saw. And besides, you should never be cruel. Kill it. What is it, you say? Nothing.

Starting point is 10:00:13 A trifle, truly. Nothing, Dame Becky, save that within a week from this time, ex-Chancellor Schumacher, who is a prisoner at Monkholm, after looking me so closely in the face at Copenhagen, and the famous brigand of Iceland, hands of Clipstadur, may perhaps both pass through my hands at once. The red woman's wandering eye assumed an expression of surprised curiosity.

Starting point is 10:00:39 Schumacher, hands of Iceland! How is that, Nicar? I'll tell you all about it. Yesterday morning, on the road to Skongan at Ordalt's Bridge, I met the whole regiment of musketeers from Munkholm, marching back to tron time with a very victorious air i questioned one of the soldiers who condescended to answer probably because he did not know why my jerkin and my cart were red i learned that the musketeers were returning from black pillar paths where they had cut to pieces various bands of brigands that is to say insurgent minors now you must know gipsy becky that these rebels revolted in schumacher's name and were commanded by hands of iceland you must know that his uprolet rising renders hands of Iceland guilty of the crime of insurrection against royal authority,

Starting point is 10:01:27 and Schumacher guilty of high treason, which will naturally lead those two honorable gentlemen to the scaffold or the block. Add to these two superb executions, which cannot fail to bring me in at least fifteen gold ducats each, and to entitle me to the greatest honor in both kingdoms, several other, though less important ones. But do tell me, interrupted Becky. Has hands of Iceland been captured? Why do you interrupt your lord and master, miserable woman? said the hangman.

Starting point is 10:01:59 Yes, to be sure, the famous, the impregnable hands of Iceland, is a prisoner. Together with several other leaders of the brigands, his lieutenants, who will also bring me in twelve crowns apiece to say nothing of the sale of their bodies. He was captured, I tell you, and I saw him, if you must know all the particulars, march by between a double file of soldiers. The woman and children crowded eagerly about Oriches. What? Did you really see him, father? Asked the children.

Starting point is 10:02:30 Be quiet, boys. You shriek like a rogue protesting his innocence. I saw him. He is a giant. His hands were tied behind his back, and his forehead was bandaged. I suppose he was wounded in the head. But never fear. I will soon heal his hurt for him.

Starting point is 10:02:48 him. Accompanying these brutal words with brutal gesture, the hangman added. There were four of his comrades behind him, prisoners too and wounded, like him, who were being taken, like him, to Trondheim, where they are to be tried with ex-Chancellor by a court of justice presided over by the Lord Mayor and the present Chancellor. Father, what did the other prisoners look like? The first two were a couple of old men, one of whom were minors broad felt-head, and the other a mountaineer's cap. Both seemed utterly disheartened.

Starting point is 10:03:22 Of the other two, one was a young miner who marched along with head up, whistling. The other? Do you remember, Becky, those travellers who came to this tower some ten days ago, on the night of the terrible storm?

Starting point is 10:03:36 As Satan remembers the day of his fall, replied the woman. Did you notice a young man in company with that crazy old doctor with the big Perry wig? A young fellow, I say, who wore a great green cloak and a cap with a black feather yes indeed i can see him now saying woman we have plenty of gold well old woman i hope i may never wring the neck of anything worse than a grouse if the fourth prisoner was not that young man his face to be sure was entirely hidden by his feather his cap his hair and his cloak besides he hung his head but it was the very same dress the same boots, the same manner. I'll swallow the stone gallows at Skongen at a single mouthful if it be

Starting point is 10:04:24 not the same man. What do you say to that, Becky? Wouldn't it be a joke if, after I had given him something to sustain life, he should also receive from me something to cut it short? And should exercise my skill after having tasted my hospitality. The hangman's coarse laughter was loud and long. Then he resumed. Come, make merry all of you, and let us drink. Yes, Becky, give me a glass of that beer which scrapes a man's throat as if you were drinking files, and let me drain it to my future advancement. Come, here's to the health and prosperity of Nicol Orugix,

Starting point is 10:05:06 executioner royal that is to be. I will confess, you old sinner, that I found it hard work to go to Noah's village, to hang a contemptible clown for stealing cabbage and chicory. Still, when I thought it over, I felt that 32 Escalins were not to be sneezed at, and that my hands would not be degraded by turning off mere thieves and riff-ref of that kind, until after they had actually beheaded the noble Count and ex-Chancellor, and the famous demon of Iceland. I therefore resigned myself, while waiting for my certificate as hangman to the king

Starting point is 10:05:42 to dispatch the poor wretched-Nose village. And here, he added, drawing a leather purse from his wallet, are the thirty-two escalants for you, old girl? At this moment three blasts from a horn were heard outside. Woman! cried Orojcix. Those are the bowmen of the Lord Mayor. With these words he hurried downstairs. An instant later he reappeared,

Starting point is 10:06:06 carrying a large parchment of which he had broken the seal. There, said he to his wife, there's what the Lord Mayor has sent me. Do you decipher it? For you can read Satan's scroll. Perhaps it is my promotion already? For since the court is to have a chancellor to preside over it and the chancellor as prisoner at the bar,

Starting point is 10:06:26 it is only proper that the man who carries out the sentence should be an executioner royal. The woman took the parchment and after studying it for some time read aloud while the children stared at her in stupid wonder. In the name of the council, of the province of Trondheim, Nicole Orogyx, hangman for the province, is hereby ordered to repair at once to Trondheim, and to carry with him his best axe, block, and black hangings. Is that all? asked the hangman in a dissatisfied tone.

Starting point is 10:07:05 That is all, replied Becky. Hangman for the province, muttered Orogyz. He cast an angry glass. at the official document but at last exclaimed well i must obey and be off after all they tell me to bring my best axe and the black hangings take care becky that you rub off the spots of rust which have dimmed my axe and see that the hangings are not stained with blood we must not be discouraged perhaps they mean to promote me in payment for this fine execution so much the worse for the prisoners they will not have the satisfaction of dying by the hand of an executioner end of chapter forty one chapter forty two of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter forty two elvira what has become of poor sancho he has not appeared in town nuno sancho has doubtless contrived to find shelter lope de vega the best alcalde is the king count d'alafeld dragging behind him an ample robe of black satin lined with ermine his head and shoulders concealed by a large judicial wig his breast covered with stars and decorations among which were the collars of the royal orders of the elephant and the danoburg

Starting point is 10:08:37 clad in a word in the complete costume of the lord chancellor of denmark and norway paced with an anxious air up and down the apartment of countess d'alphelt who was alone with him at the moment come it is nine o'clock the court is about to open it must not be kept waiting for sentence must be pronounced to-night so that it may be carried out by to-morrow morning at latest the mayor assures me that the hangman will be here before dawn elphiger did you order the boat to take me to munkholm my lord it has been waiting for you at least half an hour replied the countess rising from her seat and is my litter at the door yes my lord good so you say alphiga added the count clapping his hand to his head that there is a love affair between ordner guldonleff and schumacher's daughter a very serious one i assure you replied the countess with a smile of anger and contempt who would ever have imagined it and yet i tell you that i suspect i tell you that i suspect expected it and so did i said the countess this is a trick played upon us by that confounded levin old scamp of a macklenburger muttered the chancellor never fear i'll recommend you to arnstorff if i could only succeed in disgracing him ah see here elvigar i have an inspiration what is it You know that the persons whom we are to try at Munkom Castle are six in number. Schumacher, whom I hope I shall have no further cause to fear tomorrow at this hour.

Starting point is 10:10:30 The colossal mountaineer, our false hands of Iceland, who has sworn to sustain his character to the end, in the hope that Moss Demon, from whom he has already received large sums of money, will help him to escape. That Moss Demon really has the most devilish ideas. The other four prisoners are the three rebel chiefs, and a certain unknown character, who stumbled, no one knows how,

Starting point is 10:11:01 into the midst of the assembly at Epsil core, and whom Must Demon's precautions have thrown into our hands. Most Demon thinks that the fellow is a spy of Levin the Knut. And indeed, when brought here a prisoner, His first words were to ask for the general. And when he learned of the Mecklenburgers' absence, he seemed dumbfounded. Moreover, he has refused to answer any of Moss Demon's questions. My dear Lord, interrupted the Countess,

Starting point is 10:11:33 why have you not questioned him yourself? Really, Elfiger, how could I, in the midst of all the business which has overwhelmed me since my arrival? I trusted the affair to Moss Demon, whom it interests, as much as it does me. Besides, my dear, the fellow is not of the slightest consequence in himself. He is merely some poor vagabond. We can only turn him to account by representing him to be an agent of Levin the Knude, and as he was captured in the rebel ranks, it would go to prove a guilty connivance between Schumacher and the Mecklenburg. Which will suffice to bring about, if not the arraignment, at least a disgrace of that confounded levin.

Starting point is 10:12:17 The Countess meditated for a moment. You are right, my lord. But how about this fatal passion of Baron Thorwick for Ethel Schumacher? The Chancellor again rubbed his head. Then shrugging his shoulders, he said, See here, Elfiger. Neither you nor I are young novices, and we ought to understand men. When Schumacher has been condemned for high

Starting point is 10:12:42 treason for the second time, when he has undergone an infamous death on the gallows, when his daughter, reduced to the lowest ranks of society, is forever publicly disgraced by her father's shame? Do you suppose, Elphiga, that Ordiner Guldenlev will then recall for a single instant this childish flirtation, which you call passion, judging it by the extravagant talk of a crazy girl, or that he will hesitate a single day between the dishonored daughter of a wretched criminal and the illustrious daughter of a great chancellor. We must judge others by ourselves. Where do you find that the human heart is so constituted? I trust that you may be right, but I think you will not disapprove of my request to the mayor

Starting point is 10:13:34 that Schumacher's daughter might be present at her father's trial, and might be placed in the same gallery with me. I am curious to study the creature. All that can throw light upon the affair is valuable, said the Chancellor calmly. But tell me, does anybody know where Ordner is at present? No one knows. He is the worthy pupil of that old Levin, a knight-errant like him. i believe that he is visiting ward who is just now well well our ulrica will settle him but come i forget that the court is waiting for me the countess detained the chancellor one word more my lord i asked you yesterday but your mind was full of other things and i could not get an answer where is my frederick frederick said the count with a melancholy expression and high

Starting point is 10:14:32 his face with his hand yes answer me my frederick his regiment has returned to tron time without him swear to me that frederick was not in that horrible affair at black pillar pass why do you change color at his name i am immortal terror the chancellor's features resumed their wanted composure make yourself easy alfiger i swear that he was not at black pillar pass besides the list of Officers killed or wounded in that skirmish has been published. Yes, said the Countess growing calmer. You reassure me. Only two officers were killed, Captain Lorry and that young Baron Renmer, who played so many mad pranks with my poor Frederick at the Copenhagen balls. Oh, I have read and re-read the list, I assure you.

Starting point is 10:15:25 But tell me, my lord, did my boy remain at Waldstrom? He did, replied the Count. well my friend said the mother with a smile which she tried to render affectionate i have but one favor to ask of you that is to recall frederick as soon as may be from that frightful region the chancellor broke from her suppliant arms saying madam the court waits farewell what you ask does not depend on my will and he quitted the room abruptly the countess was left in a sad and pensive mood it does not depend upon his will said she and he has but to utter a word to restore my son to my arms i always thought that man was genuinely bad end of chapter forty two chapter forty three of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger this libravox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter forty three Is it thus you treat a man in my position? Is it thus you forget the respect due to justice?

Starting point is 10:16:43 Calderon. Louis Perez of Galicia The trembling Athel, separated from her father by the guards upon leaving the lion of Schleswig Tower, was conducted through dim passages, hitherto unknown to her, to a small dark cell which was closed as soon as she had entered it. In the wall opposite the door was a large grated opening, through which came the light of links and torches. before this opening was a bench upon which said a woman veiled and dressed in black who signed to her to be seated beside her ethel obeyed in silent dismay she looked through the grated window and saw a solemn and imposing scene

Starting point is 10:17:21 at the farther end of the room hung with black and dimly lighted by copper lamps suspended from the vaulted roof was a black platform in the shape of a horseshoe occupied by seven judges in black gowns one of whom placed in the centre upon a higher seat wore on his breast glittering diamond chains and gold medals the judge on his right differed from the others in the wearing of a white girdle and an ermine mantle showing him to be the lord mayor of the province to the right of the bench was a platform covered with a dice upon which sat an old man in bishop's dress to the left a table covered with papers behind which stood a short man with a huge wig and enveloped in a long black gown opposite the judges was a wooden bench surrounded by halberdius holding torches whose light reflected back from a forest of pikes muskets and partisans shed a faint glimmer upon the tumultuous heads of a mob of spectators crowded against the iron railing dividing them from the court-room athel looked at this spectacle as she might have beheld some waking dream yet she was far from feeling indifferent to what was about to happen a secret voice warned her to listen well because a crisis in her life was a crisis in her life was a was at hand. Her heart was a prey to contending emotions. She longed to know instantly what interest she had in the scene before her, or never to know it at all. For some days the idea that her ordner was forever lost to her had inspired her with a desperate desire to be done with existence

Starting point is 10:18:50 once for all, and to read the book of her fate at a single glance. Therefore, realizing that this was a decisive hour, she watched a somber picture before her, not so much with aversion as with a sort of impatient, melancholy joy. She saw the president rise and proclaim in the king's name that the court was opened. She heard the short, dark man to the left of the bench read, in a low, rapid voice, a long discourse in which her father's name, mixed with the words, conspiracy, revolt in the minds, and high treason, frequently recurred. Then she remembered what the dread stranger had told her in the dungeon garden of the charges against her father, and she shuddered as she heard the man in the black robe conclude his speech with the word,

Starting point is 10:19:37 Death, pronounced with great emphasis. She turned in terror to the veiled lady, from whom she shrank with unaccountable fear. Where are we? What does all this mean? She timidly asked. A gesture from her mysterious companion commanded her to be silent and attentive. She again turned her eyes to the courtroom. The venerable bishop rose and Ethel caught these words. in the name of omnipotent and most merciful god i pamphilus luther bishop of the royal province and town of trontime do greet the worthy court assembled here in the name of the king our lord under god

Starting point is 10:20:16 and i say that having observed that the prisoners brought to this bar are men and christians and that they have no counsel i declare to the worthy judges that it is my purpose to aid them with my poor strength in the cruel position in which it has pleased heaven to place them. Praying that God will deign to strengthen my great weakness, and enlighten my great blindness, I, bishop of this royal diocese, greet this wise and worthy court. So saying, the bishop stepped from his episcopal throne, and took his seat upon the prisoner's bench, amid a murmur of applause from the people. The president then rose and said in dry tones, Holbeadiers, command silence.

Starting point is 10:20:59 My lord bishop, the court thank you. your reverence in the name of the prisoners inhabitants of the province of trondheim pay good heed to the king's justice there can be no appeal from the sentence of the court bowman bring in the prisoners there was an expectant and terrified hush the heads of the crowd swayed to and fro in the darkness like the waves of a stormy sea upon which the thunder is about to burst soon ethel heard a dull sound and a strange stir below her in the gloom me aisles of the court. The audience moved aside with a thrill of impatient curiosity. There was a noise of many feet. Hallbirds and muskets gleamed, and six men, chained and surrounded by guards, entered the room bareheaded. Ethel had eyes for the first of the six alone, a white-headed old man in a black gown. It was her father. She leaned, almost fainting, against the stone balust straight in front of her. Everything swam before her in a confused cloud, and it seemed as if her

Starting point is 10:22:00 heart were in her throat. She said in a feeble voice, Oh, God, help me! The veiled woman bent over her and gave her salts to smell, which roused her from her lethargy. Noble lady, said she, reviving, for mercy's sake, speak but one word to convince me that I am not the sport of spirits from hell. The stranger, deaf to her entreaty, again turned her head toward the court, and poor Ethel, who had somewhat recovered her strength, resigned herself to do the same in silence the president rose and said in slow solemn tones prisoners you are brought before us that we may decide whether or not you are guilty of high treason conspiracy and armed rebellion against the authority of the king our sovereign lord examine your conscience is well for the charge of lee's majesty rests upon your heads at this moment a gleam of the gleam of

Starting point is 10:23:00 light fell upon the face of one of the six prisoners, a young man who held his head down, as if to veil his features with his long hair. Ethel started, and a cold sweat oozed from every poor. She thought she recognized. But no, it was a cruel illusion. The room was but dimly lighted, and men moved about it like shadows. The great polished abony Christ hanging over the president's chair was scarcely visible. And yet that young man was wrapped in a mantle, which at this distance seemed to be green. His disordered hair was chestnut, and the unexpected gleam which revealed his features. But no, it was not true. It could not be. It was some horrid delusion. The prisoners were seated on the bench beside the bishop. Schumacher took his place at one end.

Starting point is 10:23:47 He was separated from the chestnut-haired young man by his four companions in misfortune, who wore coarse clothes, and among whom was one of gigantic stature. The bishop sat at the other end of the bench. Ethel saw the president turn to her father, saying in a stern voice, Old man, tell us your name and who you are. The old man raised his venerable head. Once, he replied, looking steadily at the president, I was Count Griffinfeld and Tunsberg, Prince of Wallin, Prince of the Holy German Empire, Knight of the Royal Orders of the Elephant and the Danabrog, night of the golden flea. in Germany and of the garter in England,

Starting point is 10:24:32 Prime Minister, Lord Rector of all our universities, Lord High Chancellor of Denmark, and... The President interrupted him. Prisoner, the court does not ask who you were, know what your name once was, but who you are and what it now is. Well, answered the old man quickly, my name is John Schumacher now.

Starting point is 10:24:57 I am 69 years old, and I am six-nine years old, and I am nothing but your former benefactor, Chancellor Dahlfeld. The President seemed confused. I recognized you, Count, added the ex-Chancellor, and as I thought you did not know me, I took the liberty to remind your grace that we are old acquaintances. Schumacher, said the President in a voice trembling with concentrated fury. Do not trifle with the court.

Starting point is 10:25:26 the aged prisoner again interrupted him we have changed places noble chancellor i used to call you d'alafeld and you addressed me as count prisoner replied the president you only injure your cause by recalling the infamous decree which already brands your name if that sentence entailed infamy on anyone count d'alephaled it was not on me the old man half rose as he spoke these words with great emphasis. The president waved his hand. Sit down. Do not insult, in the presence of the court, the judges who condemned you, and the king who surrendered you to those judges. Recollected his majesty deign to grant you your life, and confine yourself to

Starting point is 10:26:18 defending it. Schumacher's only answer was a shrug of the shoulders. Have you? asked the president anything to say in regard to the charges preferred against you seeing that schumacher was silent the president repeated his question are you speaking to me said the ex-chancellor i supposed noble count dahlifeld that you were speaking to yourself of what crime do you accuse me did i ever give a judas kiss to a friend have i imprisoned condemned and disobeyed honor the benefactor robbed him to whom i owed everything in truth my lord chancellor i know not why i am brought here doubtless it is to judge of your skill in lopping off innocent heads indeed i shall not be sorry to see whether you find it as easy to ruin me as to ruin the kingdom and whether a single comma will be a sufficient pretext for my death as one letter of the alphabet was enough for you to bring on a war with Sweden. He had scarcely uttered this bitter jest when the man seated at the table to the left of the bench arose. "'My lord president,' said he, bowing low,

Starting point is 10:27:35 "'My lord judges, I move that John Schumacher be forbidden to speak if he continued to insult his grace, the president of this worshipful court.' The calm voice of the bishop answered, "'Mr. Private Secretary, no prisoner can be deprived of the right to speak.' true reverend bishop hastily exclaimed the president we propose to allow the defense the utmost liberty i would merely advise the prisoner to moderate his expressions if he understands his own interest schumacher shook his head and said coldly it seems that count d'alafeld is more sure of his game than he was in sixteen seventy seven silence said the president and instantly addressing the president and instantly addressing the prisoner next to the old man, he asked his name. A mountaineer of colossal statue, whose forehead was wrothed in bandages, rose, saying, I am Hans of Clipsdardur in Iceland. A shudder of horror ran through the crowd, and Schumacher, lifting his head, which had sunk upon his breast,

Starting point is 10:28:43 cast a sudden glance at his dreadful neighbor, from whom all his other fellow prisoners shrank. Hans of Iceland, asked the president when the confusion ceased. What have you to say for yourself? Ethel was as much startled as any of the spectators by the appearance of the famous brigand, who had so long played a prominent part in all her visions of alarm. She fixed her eyes with timid dread upon the monstrous giant, with whom her ordner had possibly fought, whose victim he perhaps was. This idea again took possession of her soul in all its painful shapes.

Starting point is 10:29:18 Thus wholly absorbed by countless heart-rending emotions, she hardly heeded the coarse blundering answer of this hands of Iceland whom she regarded almost as her ordner's murderer. She only understood that the brigand declared himself to be the leader of the rebel forces. Was it of your own free will? asked the president, or by the suggestion of others that you took command of the insurgents. The brigand answered, It was not of my own free will. Who persuaded you to commit such a crime? a man named hackett who was this hackett an agent of schumacher whom he also called count griffinfeld the president turned to schumacher schumacher do you know this you have forestalled me count dalafeld rejoined the old man i was about to ask you the same question john schumacher said the president your hatred is ill-advised the

Starting point is 10:30:21 court will put the proper value upon your system of defense. The bishop then said, turning to the short man who seemed to fill the office of recorder and prosecutor, Mr. Private Secretary, is this Hackett one of your clients? No, your reverence, replied the secretary. Does anyone know what has become of him? He was not captured. He has disappeared. It seemed as if the private secretary tried to steady his voice as he said this. I rather think that he has vanished altogether, said Schumacher. The bishop continued, Mr. Secretary, is anyone in pursuit of this haggard?

Starting point is 10:31:02 Has anyone a description of him? Before the private secretary could answer, one of the prisoners rose. He was a young minor with a stern, proud face. He is easily described, said he in a firm voice, this contemptible Hackett, Schumacher's agent, is a man of low stature, with an open countenance like the mouth of hell. Stay, Mr. Bishop, his voice is very like that of the gentleman writing at the table over there, whom your reverence calls, I believe, private secretary. And truly, if the room were not so dark, and the private secretary had less hair to hide his face,

Starting point is 10:31:41 I could almost swear that he looked very much like the traitor Hackett. Our brother speaks truly, cried the prisoners on either side of the young minor. Indeed, muttered Schumacher with a look of triumph. The secretary involuntarily started, whether from fear or from the indignation which he felt at being compared to Hackett, the president, who himself seemed disturbed, hurriedly exclaimed, "'Priseners, remember that you are only to speak in answer to a question from the court, and do not insult the officers of the law by unworthy comparisons but mr president said the bishop this is a mere matter of description if the guilty haggard has points of resemblance to your secretary it may be useful too the president cut him short hands of iceland you who have had such frequent intercourse with haggard tell us to satisfy the worthy bishop whether the fellow really resembles our honor

Starting point is 10:32:41 private secretary. Not at all, sir, unhesitatingly answered the giant. You see, my lord bishop, added the president. The bishop acknowledged his satisfaction by a bow, and the president, addressing another prisoner, pronounced the usual formula. What is your name? Wilfred Cannibal, from the Kierlin Mountains.

Starting point is 10:33:05 Were you among the insurgents? Yes, sir, the truth at all costs. I was captured in the cursed defile of Black Pillar. I was the chief of the mountaineers. Who urged you to the crime of rebellion? Our brothers, the miners, complained of the royal protectorate. And that was very natural, was it not, your worship? If you had nothing but a mud hut and a couple of paltry foxkins,

Starting point is 10:33:30 you would not like to have them taken from you. The government would not listen to their petitions. Then, sir, they made up their minds to rebel, and begged us to help them. such a slight favor could not be refused by brothers who say the same prayers and worship the same saints that's the whole story did nobody said the president excite and courage and direct your insurrection there was a mr haggard who was forever talking to us about rescuing a count who was imprisoned at muncombe whose messenger he said he was we promised to do as he asked because it was nothing to us to set one more captive free was not this count's name schumacher or griffenfeld fellow exactly so your worship did you never see him no sir but if he be that old man who told you that he had so many names just now i must confess what interrupted the president that he has a very beautiful white beard sir almost as handsomer one as my sister maz's husband's father of the village of serp and he lived to be one hundred and twenty years years old the darkness of the room prevented anyone from seeing whether the president looked disappointed at the mountaineer's simple answer he ordered the archers to produce certain scarlet flags wilfrid cannibal he asked do you recognize these flags

Starting point is 10:34:56 yes your grace they were given to us by haggard in count schumacher's name the count also distributed arms to the miners for we did not need them we mountaineers who live by our gun and game bag and i myself sir such as you see me trust as i am like a miserable fowl to be roasted have more than once in one of our deep valleys brought down an old eagle flying so high that it looked like a lark or a thrush you hear judges remarked the private secretary the prisoner schumacher distributed arms and banners to the rebels through hacket kennibol asked the president have you anything more to say nothing your grace except that i do not deserve death i only lend a hand in brotherly love to the miners and i'll venture to say before all your worships that my bullet old hunter as i am never touched one of the king's deer the president without answering this plea cross-examined cannibald's two companions they were the leaders of the minors the older of the two who stated that his name was jonas repeated cannibald's testimony in slightly different words the other the same young man who had noticed such a strong resemblance between the private secretary and the treacherous haggard called himself norbeth and proudly avowed his share in the rebellion but refused to reveal anything regarding haggard and schumacher saying that he had sworn secrecy and had forgotten everything but that oath. In vain the president tried threats and entreaties,

Starting point is 10:36:26 the obstinate youth was not to be moved. Moreover, he insisted that he had not rebelled on Schumacher's account, but simply because his old mother was cold and hungry. He did not deny that he might deserve to die, but he declared that it would be unjust to kill him, because in killing him they would also kill his poor mother, who had done nothing to merit punishment. When Norbeth ceased speaking,

Starting point is 10:36:47 the private secretary briefly summed up the heavy charges against the prisoners, and more especially against Schumacher. He read some of the seditious mottoes on the flags, and showed how the general agreement of the answers of the ex-chancellor's accomplices, and even the silence of Norbeth, bound by a phonetical oath, tended to inculpate him. There now remains, he said in close, but a single prisoner to be examined, and we have strong reasons for thinking him the secret agent of the authority,

Starting point is 10:37:16 who has ill-protected the peace of the province of Trondheim. This authority has favoured, if not by his guilty connivance, at least by his fatal negligence, the outbreak of the revolt which must destroy all these unhappy men, and restore Schumacher to the scaffold from which the king's clemency so generously preserved him. Ethel, whose fears for ordner were now converted into cruel apprehensions for her father, shuddered at these ominous words,

Starting point is 10:37:42 and wept floods of tears when her father rose and said quietly, chancellor dalafeld i admire your skill have you summoned the hangman the unfortunate girl thought her cup of bitterness was full she was mistaken the sixth prisoner now stood up with a superb gesture he swept back the hair which covered his face and replied to the president's questions in a clear firm voice my name is ordner guldenlove baron thorwick knight of the dunnebroke an exclamation of surprise escaped the secretary the viceroy's son the viceroy son repeated every voice as if the words were taken up by countless echoes the president shrank back in his seat the judges hitherto motionless upon the bench bent toward one another in confusion like trees beaten by opposing winds the commotion was even greater in the audience the spectators climbed upon stone cornices and iron rails the entire assembly's spoke through a single mouth, and the guards, forgetting to insist upon silence, added their ejaculations to the general uproar. Only those accustomed to sudden emotions can imagine Ethel's feelings.

Starting point is 10:38:55 Who could describe that unwanted mixture of agonizing joy and delicious grief? That anxious expectation, which was alike fear and hope, and yet not quite either? He stood before her, but he could not see her. There was her beloved ordna, her ordna, whom she had believed dead, whom she knew was lost to her her friend who had deceived her and whom she adored with renewed adoration he was there yes he was there she was not the victim of a vain dream oh it was really he that ordner alas whom she had seen in dreams more often than in reality but did he appear within these gloomy precincts as an angel of deliverance or a spirit of evil was she to hope in him or to tremble for him a thousand conjectures crowded upon her at once and oppressed her mind like a flame choked by too much fuel all the ideas and sensations which we have suggested flashed through her brain as the son of the norwegian viceroy pronounced his name she was the first to recognize him and before any one else had recognized him she had fainted she soon recovered her senses for the second time thanks to the attentions of her mysterious neighbor with pale cheeks she again opened her eyes in which the tears had been suddenly dried she cast an eager glance at the young man's still

Starting point is 10:40:12 standing unmoved amid the general confusion. And after all agitation had ceased in the court and among the people, Ordner Gouldenlev's name still rang in her ears. With painful alarm she observed that he wore his arm in a sling and that his wrists were chained. She noticed that his mantle was torn in several places and that his faithful sword no longer hung at his side. Nothing escaped her solicitude, for the eye of a lover is like that of a mother. Her whole soul flew to the rescue of him whom she could not shield with her body, and be it said to the glory and the shame of love, in that room which contained her father and her father's persecutors, Ethel saw but one man. Silence was gradually restored. The president resumed his examination of the viceroy's son.

Starting point is 10:40:58 "'My lord Baron,' said he in a tremulous voice. "'I am not my Lord Baron here,' firmly answered Ordner. "'I am Odner Gouldenlev, just as he who was once Count Griffelphel. is John Schumacher here. The president hesitated for a moment, then went on. Well, Ordner Gouldenlev, it is doubtless by some unlucky accident that you are brought before us. The rebels must have captured you while you were traveling,

Starting point is 10:41:28 and forced you to join them, and it is probably in this way that you were found in their ranks. The secretary rose. Noble judges, the mere name of the Viceroy's son is a sufficient plea for, him. Baron Ordinner Gouldenlev cannot by any possibility be a rebel. Our illustrious president has given a clear explanation of his unfortunate arrest among the rebels. The noble prisoner's only error is in not sooner revealing his name. We request that he may be set free at once, abandoning all charges against him, and only regretting that he should have been seated

Starting point is 10:42:02 upon a bench degraded by the criminal Schumacher and his accomplices. What would you do? cried Ordner. the private secretary said the president withdraws the charges against you he is wrong replied ordner in a loud clear voice i alone of all here should be accused judged and condemned he paused for a moment and added in a less resolute tone for i alone am guilty you alone guilty exclaimed the president You alone guilty? repeated the secretary. A fresh burst of astonishment was heard in the audience.

Starting point is 10:42:42 The wretched Ethel shuddered. She did not reflect that this declaration from her lover would save her father. She thought only of her ordner's death. Silence in the court, said the president, possibly taking advantage of this brief tumult to collect his thoughts and recover his self-possession. Ordiner Golden-Lev. He resumed.

Starting point is 10:43:03 explain yourself the young man mused an instant then sighed heavily and uttered these words in a tone of calm submission yes i know that an infamous death awaits me i know that my life might have been bright and fair but god reads my heart god alone i am about to accomplish the most urgent duty of my life i am about to sacrifice to it my blood perhaps my honour but i feel that i shall die without regret or remorse do not be surprised at my words judges. There are mysteries in the soul and in the destiny of men which men cannot penetrate, and which are judged in heaven alone. Hear me, therefore, and act toward me as your conscience may dictate when you have pardoned these unfortunate men, and more especially, the much-injured Schumacher, who has already, in his long captivity, expiated many more crimes than any one man could ever commit. Yes, I am guilty, noble judges, and I alone. Schumacher is innocent. These other unhappy men were merely led astray. I am the author of

Starting point is 10:44:10 the insurrection among the minors. You! exclaimed the president and his private secretary with a singular look upon their faces. I, and do not interrupt me again, gentlemen, I am in haste to finish, for by accusing myself I exonerate these poor prisoners. I excited the minors in Schumacher's name. I distributed those banners to the rebels. I sent them money and arms in the name of the prisoner of Moncorn. Hackett was my agent. At the name of Hackett, the private secretary made a gesture of stupefied amazement. Ordner continued, I will not trespass on your time, gentlemen. I was captured among the miners whom I persuaded to revolt. I alone did everything. Now judge me. if i have proved my guilt i have also proved the innocence of schumacher and the poor wretches whom you deem his accomplices the young man spoke these words his eyes raised to heaven ethel almost lifeless scarcely breathed

Starting point is 10:45:12 but it seemed to her that ordner although he exculpated her father pronounced his name most bitterly the young man's language terrified and amazed her although she could not comprehend it of all she heard she grasped nothing but misery a sentiment of similar nature seemed to engross the president he was scarcely able to believe his ears nevertheless he asked the vice-for his son if you are indeed the sole author of this revolt what was your object in instigating it i cannot tell you ethel shivered when she heard the president reply in a somewhat angry tone had you not an intrigue with schumacher's daughter but ordner though in chains advanced toward the bench and exclaimed in accents of indignation chancellor d'alephaled content yourself with my life which i place in your hands respect the no and innocent girl do not a second time attempt to dishonour her ethel who felt the blood rise to her face did not comprehend the meaning of the words a second time upon which her defender laid such emphasis but by the rage expressed in the president's features it seemed that he understood them ordinald goldenlev do not forget the respect due to the king's justice and the officers of the law i reprimand you in the name of the court i now summon you anew to declare your purpose in committing the crime of which you accuse yourself. I repeat that I cannot tell you.

Starting point is 10:46:43 Was it not to deliver Schumacher? inquired the secretary. Ordner was silent. Do not persist in silence, prisoner, said the president. It is proof that you have been in communication with Schumacher, and your confession of guilt rather implicates than exonerates the prisoner of Munkholm. You have paid frequent visits to Munkholm, and your motive was surely more than mere curiosity let this diamond buckle bear witness the president took from the table a diamond buckle do you recognize it as your property yes by what chance well

Starting point is 10:47:22 one of the rebels gave it before he died to our private secretary averring that he received it from you in payment for rowing you across from trontime to muncombe fortress Now, I ask you, judges, if such a price paid to a common sailor does not prove the importance laid by the prisoner, Ordner Gouldenlev, upon his reaching that prison, which is the one where Schumacher was confined. Ah, exclaimed the prisoner, Cannibal. What your grace says is true. I recognize the buckle. It is the same story which our poor brother Goulden Steiper told me. Silence, said the president. let ordner golden-leth answer i will not deny replied ordner that i desire to see schumacher but this buckle has no significance it is forbidden to enter the fort wearing diamonds the sailor who rode me across complained of his poverty during our passage i flung him this buckle which i was not allowed to wear pardon me your grace interrupted the private secretary the rule does not include the viceroy's son you could therefore i did not wish to give my name why not asked the president i cannot tell you your relations with schumacher and his daughter proved that the object of your conspiracy was to set them free schumacher who had hitherto shown no sign of attention save an occasional scornful shrug of the shoulders rose to set me free the object of this infernal plot was to compromise and ruin me as it still is do you think that ordner guldenlev would confess his share in this crime unless he had been captured among the rebels

Starting point is 10:49:12 oh i see that he inherits his father's hatred of me and as for the relations which you suppose exist between him and myself and my daughter let him know that a cursed goldenleff that my daughter also inherits my loathing for him for the whole race of goldenlefs and Dahlphels. Ordner sighed deeply, while Ethel in her heart disclaimed her father's assertion, and he fell back upon his bench, quivering with wrath. The court will decide for itself, said the president. Ordner, who at Schumacher's words had silently cast down his eyes, seemed to awake. Oh, hear me, noble judges, you are about to examine your confidence. do not forget that Ordner Gouldenlev is alone guilty. Schumacher is innocent.

Starting point is 10:50:01 These other unfortunate men were deceived by my agent Hackard. I did everything else. Cannibal interrupted him. His worship says truly, judges, for it was he who undertook to bring hands of Iceland to us. I only hope that name may not bring me ill luck. I know that it was this young man who ventured to seek him out in Walderhog Cave, to persuade him to be our leader. he confided the secret of his undertaking to me in serb village at the house of my brother brahl and for the rest too the young gentleman says truly we were deceived by that confounded hacket whence it follows that we do not deserve death mr secretary said the president the hearing is ended what are your conclusions the secretary rose bowed several times to the court passed his finger under the folds of his laceband without the taking his eyes from the president's face. At last he pronounced the following words in a dull, measured voice. Mr. President, most worthy judges, it is a true bill. Ordner Gouldenlev, who has

Starting point is 10:51:05 forever tarnished the glory of an illustrious name, has only succeeded in establishing his own guilt, without proving the innocence of ex-Chanceler Schumacher and his accomplices, hands of Iceland, Wilfred Canyball, Jonas, and Norbeth. I require the court to declare the six prisoners guilty of the crime of high treason in the first degree a vague murmur rose from the crowd the president was about to dismiss the court when the bishop asked for a brief hearing learned judges it is proper that the prisoner's defense should be heard last i could wish that they had a better advocate for i am old and feeble and have no other strength than that which proceeds from god i am confounded at the secretary's severe sentence there is no proof of my in Schumacher's crime. There is no evidence that he has had any direct share in the insurrection, and since my other client, Ordner Gouldenlev, confesses that he made unlawful use of Schumacher's name, and moreover that he is the sole author of this damnable

Starting point is 10:52:07 sedition, all evidence against Schumacher disappears. You should therefore acquit him. I recommend to your Christian indulgence the other prisoners, who were only led astray like the good shepherd's sheep. and even young ordner goldenleff who has at least a merit very great in the sight of god of confessing his crime reflect judges that he is still at the age when a man may err and even fall but god does not refuse to support or to raise him up ordiner guldenlef bears scarce a fourth the burden of years which weigh down my head place in the balance of your judgment his youth and inexperience and do not so soon deprive him of the life which the lord has by lately given him. The old man ceased and took his place beside Ordner, who smiled, while at the invitation of the president the judges rose from the bench and silently crossed the threshold of the dread scene of their deliberations. While a handful of men were deciding

Starting point is 10:53:06 the fate of six fellow-beings within that terrible sanctuary, the prisoners remained motionless upon their seat between two files of Hallbodeus. Schumacher, his head on his breast, seemed absorbed in meditation. The giants stared to the rider. and left with stupid assurance. Jonas and Cannibal with clasped hands prayed in low tones, while their comrade, Norbith, stamped his foot or shook his chains

Starting point is 10:53:29 with a convulsive start. Between him and the venerable bishop, who was reading the penitential psalms, said ordner, with folded arms and eyes lifted to heaven. Behind them was the noise of the crowd which swelled high when the judges left the room. The famous prisoner of Munkom,

Starting point is 10:53:45 the much-dreaded demon of Iceland, and above all the viceroy's son, were the objects of every thought, every speech and every glance. The uproar, mingled with groans, laughter, and confused cries, rose and fell like a flame flickering in the wind. Thus passed several hours of anxious expectation, so long that everyone was astonished that they could be contained in a single night. From time to time a glance was cast toward the door of the ante-room, but there was nothing to be seen, save the two soldiers pacing to and fro with their glittering partisans before the fatal entrance, like two silent ghosts. At last the lambs and torches began to burn dim,

Starting point is 10:54:23 and the first pale rays of dawn were piercing the narrow windows of the room, when the awful door opened. Profound silence instantly, and as if by magic, took the place of all the confusion, and the only sounds heard were the hurried breathing and the vague slight stir of the multitude in suspense. The judges, proceeding slowly from the ante-room, resumed their places on the bench, the president at the head. The private secretary, who had seemed absorbed in thought during their absence, bowed and said, Mr. President, what sentence does the court, from whose decision there is no appeal, pronounce in the king's name?

Starting point is 10:55:00 We are ready to hear it with religious respect. The judge seated at the President's right hand, rose, holding a roll of parchment. His grace, our illustrious president, exhausted by the length of this session, has deigned to commission me, a lord mayor of the province of trontime and the natural president of this worshipful court to read in his stead the sentence pronounced in the name of the king i am about to fulfil this honorable but painful duty requesting the audience to hear the king's impeccable justice in silence the lord mayor's voice then assumed a grave and solemn intonation and every heartbeat faster in the name of our reveal master and lawful sovereign, King Christian, we, the judges of the Supreme Court of the province of Trondheim, summoned to decide in the cases of John Schumacher, prisoner of the state, Wilfried Canibal, native of the Kierlin Mountains, Jonas, Royal Minor, Norbeth,

Starting point is 10:56:08 Royal Minor, Hans of Clipstadur in Iceland, and Ordner Goldenlew, Baron Thorwick, Knight of the Danabrog, all accused of high treason and Lee's majesty in the first degree, hands of Iceland being, moreover, charged with the crimes of murder, arson and robbery. Do find. 1. That John Schumacher is not guilty. 2. That Wilfried Cannibal, Jonas and Norbeth are guilty, but are recommended to mercy because they were led astray.

Starting point is 10:56:46 three that hands of iceland is guilty of all the crimes laid to his charge four that ordner guldenlove is guilty of high treason and lee's majesty in the first degree the judge paused an instant as if to take breath ordner fixed upon him a look of celestial joy john schumacher resumed the judge the court acquits you and remands you to prison cannibal jonas and norbith the court commutes the penalty which you have incurred to imprisonment for life and a fine of one thousand crowns each hands of clipsterdur murderer and incendiary you will be taken this night to mongcombe parade ground and hanged by the neck until you are dead dead dead ordner guldenlev traitor after having been stripped of your titles in presence of discord you will be conducted this very night to the same place with a lighted torch in your hand and there your head shall be ewn off your body burned your ashes strewn to the winds and your head exposed upon a stake let all withdraw such is the sentence rendered by the king's justice the lord mayor had scarcely ended these fatal words when a shriek rang through the room this shriek horrified the spectators even more than did the fearful terms of the death sentence this shriek for a brief moment turned the calm and radiant face of the condemned ordner pale end of chapter forty three chapter forty four of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger this liby vox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter forty four

Starting point is 10:58:56 misfortune made them equals charles no die all was over now ordner's work was done he had saved the father of the woman he loved he had saved her too by preserving her father to protect her. The young man's noble plot to save Schumacher's life had succeeded. Nothing else mattered now. It only remained for him to die. Let those who deem him guilty or foolish judge the generous ordner now as he judges himself in his own soul with holy rapture. For it had been his one thought when he entered the rebel ranks that if he could not prevent Schumacher from carrying out his guilty purpose, he might at least help him to escape punishment by drawing it upon his own head. Alas, he thought,

Starting point is 10:59:44 Schumacher is undoubtedly guilty, but embittered as he is by misfortune and imprisonment, his crime is excusable. He sighs to be set free. He struggles to acquire his liberty, even by rebellion. Besides, what would become of my Ethel if her father were taken from her?

Starting point is 11:00:02 If she should lose him by the gallows, if fresh disgrace should blast his name, what would become of her, helpless and unprotected, alone in her cell, or roaming through a world of foes. This thought determined him to make the sacrifice, and he joyfully prepared for it. It is a lover's greatest happiness to lay down his life, I do not say for the life, but for a smile or a tear, of the loved object. He was accordingly captured with the rebels, was dragged before the judges assembled to condemn

Starting point is 11:00:35 Schumacher, his generous falsehood was uttered, he was sentenced he must die a cruel death suffer shameful torments leave behind him a stained name but what cared the noble youth he had saved his ethel's father he sat chained in a damp dungeon where light and air never entered save through dark holes beside him was a supply of food for the remnant of his existence a loaf of black bread and a jug of water an iron collar weighed down his neck iron fetters were about his hands and feet every hour that passed robbed him of a greater portion of his life than a year would bear away from other mortals he was lost in a delicious dream perhaps my memory will not die with me at least in one human heart perhaps she will deign to shed it here in return for the blood i so freely shed for her perhaps she will sometimes heave a sigh for him who sacrificed his life for her perhaps in her virgin thoughts the dim image of her friend may sometimes appear and who knows what lies behind the veil of death who knows if our souls freed from their material prison may not sometimes return to watch over the souls of those they love and hold mysterious communion with those sweet companions still prisoned in the flesh and in secret bring them angelic comfort and heavenly bliss and yet bitter reflections would sometimes mingle with these consoling meditations the hatred which schumacher had expressed for him at the very moment of his self-sacemort sacrifice oppressed him. The agonized shriek which he had heard at the same instant with his

Starting point is 11:02:12 death sentence had moved him deeply, for he alone, of all the assembly, recognized that voice and understood that misery. And should he never again see his ethel? Must his last moments be passed within the self-same walls that contained her, and he be still unable to touch her soft hand once more, once more to hear the gentle voice of her, for whom he was about to die? He had yielded thus to those vague, sad musings, which are to the mind what sleep is to the body, when the hoarse creak of rusty bolts struck harshly on his ear, already attuned to the music of the sphere to which he was so soon to take his flight. The heavy iron door grated upon its hinges. The young prisoner rose calmly, almost gladly, for he thought that the executioner had

Starting point is 11:02:57 come for him, and he had already cast aside his life, like the cloak beneath his feet. He was mistaken. A slender white figure stood upon the threshold, like a radiant vision. Ordner doubted his own eyes and wondered if he were not already in heaven. It was she. It was his ethel. The girl fell into his fettered embrace. She covered his hands with tears and dried them with her long black hair. Kissing his chains, she bruised her pure lips upon those infamous irons. She did not speak, but her whole heart seemed ready to burst forth in the first word which might break through her sobs. He felt the most celestial joy which he had known since his birth. He gently pressed his ethel to his breast, and the combined powers of earth

Starting point is 11:03:42 and hell could not at that moment have loose the arms which encircled her. The knowledge of his approaching death lent a certain solemnity to his rapture, and he held his ethel as close as if he had already taken possession of her for all eternity. He did not ask this angel how she had gained access to him. She was there. Could he waste a thought on anything else? Nor was he surprised. He never asked how this proscribed, feeble, lonely girl,

Starting point is 11:04:09 in spite of triple doors of iron and triple ranks of soldiers, had contrived to open her own prison and that of a lover. It seemed to him quite simple. He had a perfect appreciation of the power of love. Why speak with the voice when the soul can speak as readily? Why not allow the body to listen silently to the mysterious language of the spirit? Both were silent, because there are certain emotions which can find expression in silence only. At last the young girl lifted her head from her lover's throbbing heart.

Starting point is 11:04:41 "'Ordena,' said she, "'I am here to save you!' And she uttered these words of hope with a pang. Ordner smiled and shook his head. "'To save me, Ethel.' You deceive yourself. Escape is impossible. Alas! I am but too well aware of that. This castle is crowded with soldiers,

Starting point is 11:05:01 and every door is guarded by archers and jailers who never sleep. She added with an effort. But I bring you another means of safety. No, no, your hope is vain. Do not delude yourself with idle fancies, Ethel. A few hours hence the axe will cruelly dispel them. Oh, do not say so, ordner. you shall not die oh spare me that dreadful thought or rather no let me behold it in all its horror to give me strength to save you and sacrifice myself

Starting point is 11:05:34 there was a strange expression in the young girl's voice ordner gazed at her tenderly sacrifice yourself what do you mean she hid her face in her hands and sobbed almost inarticulately oh god the struggle was brief she overcame her emotion her eyes sparkled her lips wore a smile she was as beautiful as an angel ascending from hell to heaven listen my own ordner your scaffold shall never be reared if you will but promise to marry ulrica dalafeld you may live ulyka dalafeld that name from your lips my ethel Do not interrupt me, she continued with the calm of a martyr undergoing the last pain. I am sent here by Countess Dahlfeld. She promises to gain your pardon from the king if in return you will agree to bestow your hand upon her daughter. I am here to obtain your oath to marry Eureka and live for her. She chose me as her messenger because she thought that my voice might have some influence over you.

Starting point is 11:06:47 "'Ethel,' said the condemned man in icy tones, "'Farewell, when you leave this cell, "'bid the hangman hasten his coming.' "'She rose, stood before him one moment, pale and trembling, "'then her niece gave way beneath her, "'and she sank to the stone floor with clasped hands. "'What have I done to him?' she muttered faintly. "'Ordinah silently fixed his eyes upon the flags.

Starting point is 11:07:13 "'My lord,' she said, "'dragging herself to him or not. her knees. You do not answer me. Will you not speak to me once more? Then there is nothing left for me but to die. A tear stood in the young man's eye. Ethel, you no longer love me. Oh, God! cried the poor girl, clasping his niece. No longer love you. You say that I no longer love you, ordner? Did you really say those words? You no longer love me, for you despise me. He repented these cruel words as soon as he had uttered them, for Ethel's tone was hard-rending, as she threw her adored arms around his neck, and exclaimed in a voice broken by tears.

Starting point is 11:08:00 Forgive me, my beloved ordner! Forgive me as I forgive you. I despise you, great heavens! Are you not my pride, my idol, my all? Tell me, was there odd in my words but deep love? and ardent adoration. Alas, your stern language wounds me sorely, when I came here to save you,

Starting point is 11:08:25 my idolized ordner, by sacrificing my whole life for yours. Well, replied the young man, softened by the tears, and kissing them away. Was it not a want of esteem to suppose that I would buy my life by forsaking you, by basically renouncing my oath,

Starting point is 11:08:44 by sacrificing my love? he added, fixing his eye on Ethel, My love, for which I am about to shed my blood. Ethel uttered a deep groan as she answered. Hear me, Ordner, before you judge me so rashly. Perhaps I have more strength than usually falls to the lot of a weak woman. From our lofty prison window I saw them build your scaffold on the parade. Ordner, you do not know what fearful agony it is to see the slow preparation

Starting point is 11:09:16 for the death of one whose life is an indissoluble part of your own. Countess Dallifeld, at whose side I said when I heard the judge pronounce your death sentence, came to the cell to which I had returned with my father. She asked me if I would save you. She proposed this hateful means. Ordner, my poor happiness must perish. I must give you up, renounce you forever. Heal to another, my ordiner.

Starting point is 11:09:43 Poor lonely Ethel's only joy. or deliver you to the executioner they bid me choose between my own misery and your death i cannot hesitate he kissed this angel's hand with respectful worship neither do i hesitate ethel you would not offer me life with ulrica dalafel's hand if you knew why i die what what secret mystery let me keep this one secret from you my beloved ethel i must die without letting you know whether you owe me gratis or hatred for my death you must die must you then die oh god it is but too true and the scaffold stands ready even now and no human power can save my ordner whom they will slay tell me cast one look upon your slave your wife and tell me promise me beloved ordner that you will listen to me without anger are you very sure answer me as you would answer to God, that you could not be happy with that woman, that Ulrika Dahlfeld? Are you very sure, ordner? Perhaps she is, she surely is, handsome, amiable, virtuous. She is far superior to her for whom you perish.

Starting point is 11:11:05 Do not turn away your head, dear friend, dear ordner. You are so noble and so young to mount the scaffold. Think, you might live with her in some gay, city where you would lose all memory of this fatal dungeon. Your days would flow by peacefully without a thought of me. I consent. You may drive me from your heart, erase my image from your thoughts, orner. Only live. Leave me here alone. Let me be the one to die. And believe me, when I know that you are in the arms of another, you need not fear for me. I shall not suffer alone. I shall not suffer She paused. Her voice was drowned in tears. Still her grief-stricken countenance was radiant with her longing to win the ill-omened victory, which must be her death.

Starting point is 11:11:58 Ordner said, No more of this, Ethel. Let no name but yours and mine pass our lips at such a moment. Alas! She replied, Then you persist in dying? I must. I shall go to the scaffold gladly for your sake. i should go to the altar with any other woman with horror and diversion say no more you wound and distress me she wept and murmured he will die o god a death of infamy the condemned man answered with a smile believe me ethel there is less dishonour in my death than in such a life as you propose at this instant his eye glancing away from his weeping ethel observed an old man in clerical dress standing in the shadow under the low arch door what do you want said he hastily my lord i came with the countess

Starting point is 11:12:56 Darlifeld's messenger. You did not see me, and I waited silently until you should notice me. In fact, Ordner had eyes for Ethel only, and she at the side of Ordna had forgotten her companion. I am, continued the old man, the minister whose duty it is. I understand, said the young man. I am ready. The minister advanced toward him. God is also ready to receive you, my son. "'Sir,' said Ordner, "'your face is not unknown to me. "'I must have seen you elsewhere.'

Starting point is 11:13:32 The minister bowed. "'I too recognized you, my son. "'We met in Vigla Tower. "'We both proved upon that occasion "'the fallibility of human words. "'You promised me the pardon of twelve unhappy prisoners, "'and I put no faith in your promise, "'being unable to guess that you were the Viceroy's son.

Starting point is 11:13:53 "'And you, my lord, who were reckoned upon your power and your rank when you made me that promise. Ordner finished the thought which Athanasius Manda dared not put into words. Cannot now obtain pardon even for myself. You are right, sir. I had too little reverence for the future. It has punished me by showing me that its power is greater than mine. The minister bent his head.

Starting point is 11:14:17 God is great, said he. Then he raised his kind eyes to Ordner, adding, God is good. who seemed preoccupied, exclaimed after a brief pause, Listen, sir, I will keep the promise which I made you in Vigla Tower. When I am dead, go to Bergen, seek out my father, the viceroy of Norway, and tell him that the last favour which his son asks of him is to pardon your twelve protegees.

Starting point is 11:14:45 He will grant it, I am sure. A tear of emotion moistened the wrinkled cheek of Athanasius. My son, your soul must be filled with noble thought. if in the selfsame hour you can reject your own pardon and generously implored that of others for i heard your refusal and although i blame such dangerous and inordinate affection i was deeply touched by it now i ask myself undes scullus how could a man who approach is so near to the model of true justice soil his conscience with the crime for which you are condemned father i did not tell my secret to this angel, I cannot reveal it to you, but believe that I am not condemned for any crime of mine. What? Explain yourself, my son. Do not urge me, firmly answered the young man. Let me take my secret with me to the grave. This man cannot be guilty, muttered the minister. Then drawing

Starting point is 11:15:46 from his breast the black crucifix, he placed it on a sort of altar rudely shaped from a granite slab, resting against the damn prison wall. beside the crucifix he laid a small lighted lamp which he had brought with him and an open bible my son meditate and pray i will return a few hours hence come he added turning to ethel who during this conversation had preserved a solemn silence we must leave the prisoner our time has passed she rose calm and radiant a divine spark flashed from her eyes as she said sir i cannot go yet. You must first unite Ethel Schumacher to her husband. Ordner Gouldenlev. She looked at Ordner. If you were still free, happy and powerful, my ordner, I should weep, and I should shrink from linking my fatal destiny with yours.

Starting point is 11:16:39 But now that you need no longer dread the contagion of my misfortune, that you, like me, are a captive, disgraced and oppressed, now that you are about to die, I come to you, hoping that you will at least stain, ordner, my lord and husband, to allow her who could never have shared your life to be your companion in death. For you love me too much do you not, to doubt for an instant that I shall die with you. The prisoner fell at her feet and kissed the hem of her gown. "'You, old man,' she resumed, "'must take the place of family and parents. This cell shall be our temple, this stone our altar. Here is my ring. We kneel before God and before you. Bless us and pronounce

Starting point is 11:17:25 the sacred words which shall unite Ethel Schumacher and ordner Gouldenlev, her lord. And they knelt together before the priest, who regarded them with mingled astonishment and pity. How, my children, what would you do? Father, said the girl, time presses. God and death wait for us. In this life we sometimes meet with irresistible powers, supreme wills to which we yield instantly as if they were more than human, the priest traced his eyes, sighing, May the Lord forgive me if I do wrong. You love each other.

Starting point is 11:18:00 You have but little time to love on earth. I do not think I shall fail in my allegiance to God if I legalize your love. The sweet and solemn ceremony was performed. With the final blessing of the priest, they rose a wedded pair. The prisoner's face beamed with painful joy. He seemed for the first time conscious of the bitterness of death, now that he realized the sweetness of life. The features of his companion were sublime in the expression of grandeur and simplicity.

Starting point is 11:18:30 She still felt the modesty of a maiden and already exalted as a young wife. "'Hear me, ordiner,' said she, "'is it not fortunate that we must die since we could never have been united in life? Do you know, love, what I will do? I will stand at the window of my cell where I can see you mount the scaffold, so that our spirits may wing their flight to heaven together. If I should die before the X falls, I will wait for you, for we are husband and wife, my adored ordner,

Starting point is 11:18:59 and this night our coffin shall be our bridal bed. He pressed her to his throbbing heart, and could only utter these words which for him summed up all human happiness. Ethel, you are mine. My children. said the chaplain in a broken voice save farewell it is time alas cried ethel all her angelic strength returned and she knelt before the prisoner farewell my beloved ordner my lord give me your blessing the prisoner yielded to this touching request then turned to take leave of the venerable athenasius manda the old man was kneeling at his feet what do you wish father he asked in surprise the old man gazed at him with sweet humility your blessing my son may heaven bless you and grant you all the happiness which your prayers call down upon your brother man replied ordner in touched and solemn tones

Starting point is 11:20:00 soon the sepulchal arches heard their last kisses and their last farewells soon the rude bolts creaked noisily into place and the iron door separated the youthful pair who were to die only to meet again in eternity end of chapter forty four chapter forty five of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger this liby vox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter forty five i will give two thousand crowns to any man who shall deliver over to me louise peres dead or alive calderon louis peres of galicia baron votaune colonel of the mungolm musketeers which of the men who fought under your command at black pillar pass took hands of iceland prisoner name him to the court that he may receive the thousand crown's reward offered for the capture the president of the court thus addressed the colonel of musketeers the court was in session for according to old norwegian custom a court from whose sentence there is no appeal cannot adjourn until the sentence has been carried out before the judges stood the giant who had just been led in again with the rope round his neck from which he was soon to hang the colonel seated at the table with the private secretary rose and bowed to the cord and to the bishop who had re-ascended his throne my lord judges the soldier who captured hands of iceland is present his name is thoric belfast second musketeer of my regiment let him stand forth replied the president and received a promised reward a young soldier in the munkom uniform stepped forward you are toric belfast asked the president yes your worship

Starting point is 11:22:01 it was you who took hands of iceland prisoner yes by the aid of st bielsebo i did please your worship a heavy bag of money was placed before the bench do you recognize this man as the famous hands of Iceland added the president pointing to the fatter giant i am better acquainted with my kitty's pretty face than with that of hands of Iceland but i declare by the halo of st belfagore that if hands of Iceland be anywhere it is in the shape of that big devil advance thoric belfast said the president here are the thousand crowns offered by the lord mayor the soldier hurried toward the bench when a voice rose from the crowd. "'Monkall musketeer. You never captured hands of Iceland.' "'By all the blessed devils!' cried the soldier, turning around. "'I owe nothing but my pipe and the moment of time in which I speak,

Starting point is 11:23:07 but still I promise to give ten thousand gold crowns to the man who says that, if he can prove his words. And folding his arms, he cast an assured glance over. over the audience. Well, let the man who spoke show himself. It is, ah, said a small man, elbowing his way through the crowd. The newcomer was wrapped in sealskin, like a Greenlander, his outlandish garb hanging stiffly about him. His beard was black, and thick hair of the same color, falling over his red eyebrows, conceal the Hidges' face. Neither his hands nor his arms were visible.

Starting point is 11:23:44 oh it is you is it said the soldier with a loud laugh and who then do you say it was my fine gentleman that had the honor of capturing that infernal giant the little man shook his head and said with a malicious smile it was at this instant baron votowun fancied that he recognized the mysterious being who had warned him at skonon of the arrival of the rebels chancellor d'alafeld thought that he recognized the mysterious being who had warned him at skon of the arrival of the rebels chancellor dahlfeld thought he recognized his host at Arbor ruin, and the private secretary, a certain peasant from Oelmo, who wore a similar dress, and who had pointed out the lair of hands of Iceland. But the three being separated, they could not impart to one another this fleeting impression, which the differences of feature and costume, afterward observed, must have soon dissipated. Indeed! It was you, was it?

Starting point is 11:24:41 Ironically observed the soldier. If it were not for your Greenland seal's costume, By the look which you cast at me, I should be tempted to take you for another ridiculous dwarf, who tried to pick a quarrel with me at the splages a fortnight or so ago. It was the very day that they brought in the body of Jill Stud, the miner. Jill Stud, broke in the little man with a shudder. Yes, Jill Stud, repeated the soldier, with an air of indifference. The rejected lover of a girl who was sweetheart to a comrade of mine,

Starting point is 11:25:13 and for whose sake he died, like the fool that he did. like the fool that he was the little man said in hollow tones was there not also the body of an officer of your regiment at the spled exactly i shall remember that day as long as i live i forgot that it was the hour for the tattoo and i was arrested when i got back to the fort that officer was captain this paulson at this name the private secretary rose these two fellows abuse the patience of the court we begged the president to cut short this idle chatter by my kitty's good name i ask nothing better said torrick belfast provided your worships will give me the thousand crowns offered for the head of hands for it was i who took him prisoner you lie cried the little man the soldier clapped his hand to his sword it is very lucky for you you rascal that we are in the presence of the court where a soldier even a munkol musketeer must never resort to force the reward coldly observed the little man belongs to me for if it were not for me he would never have one hand of Iceland's head. The indignant soldier swore that it was he who captured hands of Iceland. When wounded on the field of battle, he was just beginning to revive.

Starting point is 11:26:42 Well, said his opponent, you may have captured him, but it was I who struck him down. If it had not been for me, you could never have taken him prisoner. therefore the thousand crowns are mine it is false replied the soldier it was not you who struck him down it was an evil spirit clad in the skins of wild beasts it was i no no the president ordered both parties to be silent then again asking colonel votaun whether it was really torric belfast who brought hands of iceland into camber prisoner at his assessment his assent he declared that the price belonged to the soldier the small man gnashed his teeth and the musketeer greedily stretched out his hands for the sack one moment cried the little man mr president that money according to the lord mayor's proclamation was to be given to him who took hands of iceland well said the judge The little man turned to the giant. That man is not hands of Iceland. A murmur of surprise ran through the room.

Starting point is 11:28:12 The president and private secretary moved uneasily in their chairs. No! emphatically reiterated a small man. The money does not belong to the cursed musketeer of Monkholm. For that man is not. not hands of iceland holberdiers said the president remove this madman he has lost his senses the bishop interposed will you allow me most worthy president to remark that you may by refusing to hear this man destroy the prisoner's last chance i demand that he be confronted with the stranger reverend bishop the court will grant your request replied the president and addressing the giant you have declared yourself to be hands of iceland do you persist in that statement

Starting point is 11:29:12 the prisoner answered i do i am hands of iceland you hear bishop the little man shouted in the same breath with the president you lie mountaineer of kieran you lie do not persist in bearing a name which must crush you remember that it has been fatal to you already i am hans from clippstadur in iceland repeated the giant his eye riveted on the private secretary the small man approached the munkom soldier who like the rest of the audience had watched this scene with eager curiosity mountaineer of kielan he cried they say that hans of iceland drinks human blood if you be he drink here it is and scarcely were the words out of his mouth when tossing his sealskin mantle over his shoulder he plunged the dagger into the soldier's heart and flung his dead body at the giant's feet A cry of frighted horror followed. The soldiers guarding the giants started back. The small man, swift as lightning, rushed upon the defenseless mountaineer,

Starting point is 11:30:39 and with another blow of his dagger, laid him upon the first corpse. Then flinging off his cloak, his false hair and black beard, he revealed his wiry limbs, higgiously attired in the skins of wild beasts, and a face which inspired the beholders, with even greater horror than did the bloody dagger which he brandished aloft, reeking with a double murder. down ha judges where is hans of iceland now guards seize dead monster cried the startled judge hans hurled his stagger into the centre of the room

Starting point is 11:31:20 it is useless to me if there are no more mung-combe soldiers here with these words he yielded unresistingly to the hallbodies and bowman who surrounded him, prepared to lay siege to him as to a city. They chained the monster to the prisoner's bench, and the litter bore away his victims, one of whom the mountaineer still breathed. It is impossible to describe the various emotions of terror, astonishment and indignation which, during this fearful scene, agitated the people, the guards and the judges.

Starting point is 11:31:55 When the brigand had taken his place, calm and unmoved upon the fatal bench, a feeling of curiosity overcame every other. other impression and breathless attention restored quiet. The venerable bishop rose. My lord judges, the bandit interrupted him. Bishop of Trondheim, I am hands of Iceland. Do not take the trouble to plead for me.

Starting point is 11:32:24 The private secretary rose. Noble president. The monster cut him short. Private secretary. I am hands of Iceland. Do not take the pains to accuse me. Then his feet in a pool of blood, he ran his bold fierce eye over the court, the bowman and the crowd, and it seemed as if each of them trembled with fear at the glance of that one man, unarmed, chained and alone. Listen, judges, expect no long speeches from me. I am the dead.

Starting point is 11:33:01 demon of Clipsdard. My mother was old Iceland, the land of volcanoes. Once that land was but one huge mountain, it was crushed by the hand of a giant who fell from heaven and rested on its highest peak. I need not speak of myself. I am the descendant of Ingal of the destroyer. and I bear his spirit within me. I have committed more murders and kindled more fires than all of you put together ever uttered unjust sentences in your lives. I have secrets in common with Chancellor Dahlifeld. I could drink every drop of blood that flows in your veins with delight. It is my nature to hate mankind, my mission to harm them.

Starting point is 11:34:10 Colonel of the Munkal Musketeers, it was I who warned you of the march of the miners through Black Pillar Pass, sure that you would kill numbers of men in those gorges. It was I who destroyed a whole battalion of your regiment by hurling grandchildren. it boulders upon their heads. I did it to avenge my son. Now judges, my son is dead. I came here in search of death. The soul of Ingalf oppresses me, because I must bear it alone and can never transmit it to an air. I am tired of life, since it can no longer be an example and a lesson to a successor. I have drunk enough blood. My thirst is quenched. Now, here I am, you may drink mine. He was silent, and every voice repeated his awful words. The bishop said,

Starting point is 11:35:24 my son what was your object in committing so many crimes the brigand laughed in faith i swear reverend bishop it was not like your brother the bishop of borglum with a view to enrich myself there was something in me which drove me to it god does not always dwell in his ministers meekly replied the saintly old man you would insult me but i only wish i could defend you your reverence wastes his breath go ask your other brother the bishop of scarlhold in iceland to defend me by ingulf it is a strange thing that two bishops should protect me one in my cradle the other at my tomb bishop you are an old fool my son do you believe in god ha why not there must be a god for us to blaspheme seize unhappy men you are about to die and you will not kiss the feet of christ hans of iceland shrugged his shoulders if i did so it would be after the fashion of the constable of roel who pulled the king over as he kissed his foot the bishop seated himself deeply moved come judges continued hans of iceland why this delay if i were in your place and you and mine i would not keep you waiting so long for your death sentence the court withdrew after a brief deliberation they returned and the president read aloud the sentence which declared that hands of iceland was to be hung by the neck until he was dead dead dead

Starting point is 11:37:39 that's good said the brigand chancellor dalafeld i know enough about you to obtain a like sentence for you to obtain a like sentence for you you, but live, since you do not but injure man. Oh, I am sure now that I shall not go to Nistheim. The private secretary ordered the guards who led him away to place him in the lion of Schleswig Tower until a dungeon could be prepared for him in the quarters of the Moncombe Regiment, where he might await his execution. in the quarters of the munkhall musketeers ah ah repeated the monster with a growl of pleasure end of chapter forty-five chapter forty-six of hans of iceland by victor hugo translated by abelang den alger this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter forty six however the corpse of ponce de leon which had remained beside the fountain having been disfigured by the sun the moors of alpujares took possession of it and bore it to granada e h the captive of o chali

Starting point is 11:39:14 before dawn of the day so many of whose events we have already traced at the very hour when ordner's sentence was pronounced at mungholm the new keeper of the trontimes pledges benigness biagogy's former assistant and present successor oglippiglop was abruptly aroused from his mattress by a violent series of wraps which fairly shook the building. He rose reluctantly, took his copper lamp, whose dim light dazzled his drowsy eyes, and went, swearing at the dampness of the dead house, to open to those who waked him so early from his sleep. They were fissures from Sparbo, who carried upon a litter, strewed with weeds, rushes, and seaweed, a corpse which they had found in the waters of the lake. They laid down their burden within the gloomy walls, and Oglipiglis, gave them a receipt for it, so that they might claim their fee. Left alone in the spledgest,

Starting point is 11:40:05 he began to undress the corpse, which was remarkable for its length and leanness. The first thing which caught his eye, as he raised the cloth which covered it, was a vast peri-wig. "'Why, really?' said he. "'This outlandish wig has passed through my hands before. It belonged to that young French dandy.' "'And,' he added, continuing his investigations. here are the high boots of poor postilian kremner who was killed by his horses and what the devil does this mean the full black suit of professors in grammtacks that learned old fogy who drowned himself not long ago who can this newcomer be that comes here clad in the cast of apparel of all my ancient acquaintance he examined the face of the dead by the light of his lamp but in vain the features all of his lamp but in vain the features all already decomposed had lost their original shape and color. He felled in the pockets and drew

Starting point is 11:41:05 out some scraps of parchment soaked with water and stained with mud. He wiped them carefully on his leather apron and succeeded in deciphering on one of them these disconnected and tattie-faced phrases. Rudbeck Saxon the Grammarian. Arn Grimson, Bishop of Holum. There are but two counties in Norway, Larvig and Gilesberg, and but one barony. Silver mines exist only at Kongsberg. Lodestone and asbestos at Sundmore. Amethyst at Gouldbrandstall. Chalcedony, Agate and Jasper at the Faroe Islands. At Nukahiva in time of famine, men eat their wives and children. Thornewater Torfuson, Isleif, Bishop of Skalhold, first historian of Iceland. Mercury played a chess with

Starting point is 11:41:59 the moon and won the 72nd part of the day. Maltstrom, whirlpool. Hirundo, Herudo. Cicero, chickpea, glory. The learned froed. Odin consulted the head of Maimor the wise. Muhammad and his dove, Sartorius and his hind. The more the soil, the less gypsum it contains. I can scarcely believe my eyes, he cried, dropping the parchment. It is the writing of my old master, Benignus Biagodry. Then examining the corpse afresh, he recognized the long lean hands, the scanty hair, and the whole build of the unfortunate man. They were not so much out of the way after all, thought he, shaking his head,

Starting point is 11:42:50 who charged him with sacrilege and necromancy. The devil carried him off to drown him in Lake Sparbo. What poor fools we mortals be! Who would have thought that Dr. Spiagodry, after taking so many people to board in his hostery of the dead, would come here at last from afar to be cared for himself? The little lap philosopher lifted the body to remove it to one of his six granite beds, when he found that something heavy was fastened about the unhappy Spiagody's neck by a leather cord. Probably the stone with which the devil pitched him into the lake, he muttered.

Starting point is 11:43:26 he was mistaken it was a small iron box upon which on examining it closely after wiping it carefully he discovered a large shield-shaped padlock of course there is some devil-tree in this box said he the man was a sacrilegious sorcerer i will hand it over to the bishop it may contain an evil spirit then taking it from the corpse which he placed in the inner room he hurried away to the bishop's palace muttering a prayer as he went as a charm against the dreadful box under his arm. End of Chapter 46. Chapter 47 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon, Alger. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia.

Starting point is 11:44:20 Chapter 47 Is it a man or an infernal spirit that speaks thus? What mischievous spirit torments thee does? Show me the relentless foe. who inhabits thy heart. Maturin Hands of Iceland and Schumacher were in the same cell in the Schleswig Tower. The acquitted ex-chancellor paced slowly to and fro, his eyes heavy with bitter tears.

Starting point is 11:44:45 The condemned brigand laughed at his chains, though surrounded by guards. The two prisoners studied each other long and silently. It seemed as if both felt themselves and mutually recognized each other as enemies of mankind. Who are you? at length asked the ex-chancellor i will tell you my name replied the bandit to make you shun me i am hands of iceland schumacher advanced toward him take my hand said he do you wish me to devour it hands of iceland we joined I like you because you hate mankind. And for that reason, I hate you.

Starting point is 11:45:40 Harkier, I hate men as you do, because they have returned me evil for good. You do not hate them as I do. I hate them because they have returned me good for evil. Schumacher shuddered at the monster's expression. In vain he conquered his natural disposition. He could not sympathize with this fiend. Yes, he exclaimed, I abhor man because they are false, ungrateful, cruel.

Starting point is 11:46:19 I owe to them all the misery of my life. So much the better. I owe them all the pleasure of them. Mine. What pleasure? The pleasure of feeling their quivering flesh throbbed beneath my teeth. Their hot blood moist in my parched throat, the rapture of crushing living beings against sharp rocks, and hearing the shriek of my victims mingle with the sound of the sound of the sound of my own. of their breaking limbs. These are the pleasures which I owe to men.

Starting point is 11:47:10 Schumacher shrank in horror from the monster whom he had approached with something like pride in his resemblance to him. Pierced with shame, he hid his wrinkled face in his hands, for his eyes were full of tears of anger, not against mankind, but against himself. His great and noble heart began to revolt at the hatred he had so long cherished. when he saw it reflected in hands of Iceland's heart as in a fearful mirror well said the monster with a sneer well enemy of man there you boast your likeness to me the old man shuddered oh god rather than hate mankind as you do let me love them guards came to remove the monster to a more secure cell schumacher was left alone in his dungeon to dream but he was no longer the enemy of mankind

Starting point is 11:48:11 end of chapter forty seven chapter forty eight of hans of iceland by victor hugo translated by abelang den elger this libravox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter forty eight keep me o lord from the hands of the wicked preserve me from the violent man who have purpose to thrust aside my step the proud have hid a snare for me and cords they have spread a net by the wayside they have set jinns for me psalms one hundred and forty four the fatal hour had come the sun showed but half his disc above the horizon the guards were doubled throughout mungholm castle before each door pace fierce side and sentinels. The noises of the town seemed louder and more confused than usual, as they ascended to the dark towers of the fortress, itself a prey to strange excitement. The mournful sound of muffled drums was heard in every courtyard, now and again cannon growled. The heavy bell in the dungeon tolled slowly, with sullen measured strokes, and from every direction boats loaded with people hastened toward the fearful rock.

Starting point is 11:49:30 A scaffold hung with black, around which an impatient mob swarmed in ever-increasing numbers, rose from the castle parade ground in the center of a hollow square of troops. Upon the scaffold, a man, clad in red search, walked up and down, now leaning upon the axe in his hand, and now fingering a billet and block upon the funeral platform. Close at hand a stake was prepared, before which several pitch-torches burned. Between the scaffold and the stake was planted a post, from which hung the in the inscription, Ordner Gouldenlev, traitor. A black flag floated from the top of the Schleswig Tower. At this moment, Ordner appeared before the judges still assembled in the courtroom. The

Starting point is 11:50:12 bishop alone was absent, his office as counsel for the defense had ended. The son of the viceroy was dressed in black, and wore upon his neck the collar of the Dunabrog. His face was pale but proud. He was alone, for he had been led forth to torture before Chaplain Athanasius Manda returned to his cell. Ordner's sacrifice was already inwardly accomplished, and yet Ethel's husband still clung to life, and might perhaps have chosen another knight than that of the tomb for his wedding night. He had prayed and dreamed many dreams in his dreary cell. Now he was beyond all prayers and all dreams. He was strong in the strength imparted by religion and by love. The crowd more deeply moved than the prisoner eagerly gazed at him. His illustrious rank, his horrible fate,

Starting point is 11:50:59 awakened universal envy and pity every spectator watched his punishment without comprehending his crime in every human heart lurks a strange feeling which urges its owner to behold the tortures of others as well as their pleasures men seek with awful avidity to read destruction upon the distorted features of one who is about to die as if some revelation from heaven or from hell must appear at that awful moment in the poor wretch's eyes as if they would learn what sort of shadow is scattered by the death-angels wing, as he hovers over a human head, as if they would search and know what is left to a man when hope is gone. That being, full of health and strength, moving, breathing, living, and which in another instant must cease to move, breathe and live, surrounded by beings like himself, whom he never harmed, all of whom pity him, and none of whom can help him, that wretched being, dying, though not dead, bending alike beneath an earthly power and an invisible might, this life which society could not give, but which it takes

Starting point is 11:52:02 with all the pomp and ceremony of legal murder, profoundly stirred a popular imagination. Condemned as all of us are to death, with an indefinite reprieve, the unfortunate man who knows the exact hour when his reprieve expires, is an object of strange and painful curiosity. The reader may remember that before he mounted the scaffold, ordner was to be taken before the court there to be stripped of his titles and honors hardly had the stir excited in the assembly by his arrival given place to quiet when the president ordered the book of heraldry of both kingdoms and the statutes of the order of the dunebroke to be brought then directing the prisoner to kneel upon one knee he commanded the spectators to pay respectful heed opened the book of the knights of the duneabroch and began to read in a loud stern voice we christian by the grace and mercy of almighty god king of denmark and norway of goth and wendels duke of sleswig holstein stormaria and didmarsen count of aldenburg and delmenhurst do declare that having re-established at the suggestion of the lord chancellor

Starting point is 11:53:17 the president passed over this name so rapidly that it was scarcely audible the royal order of the danabrog founded by our illustrious ancestor st valdemar whereas we hold that inasmuch as the said venerable order was created in memory of the flag dannebrough sent down from heaven to our blessed kingdom it would belie the divine origin of the order should any knight forfeit his honor or break the holy laws of church and state with impunity. We therefore decree, kneeling before God, that whosoever of the knights of the order shall deliver his soul to the demon by any felony or treason, after a public reprimand from the court, shall be forever degraded from his rank as a knight of this our royal order of the Dunabrog. The president closed the book. ordner goldenleff baron thorwig knight of the danabrogue you have been found guilty of high treason for which crime your head shall be cut off your body burned and your ashes flung to the winds ordner guldenlev traitor you have shown yourself unworthy to hold rank with the knights of the danabroke i request you to humble yourself for i am about to degrade you publicly in the name of the king

Starting point is 11:54:44 the president stretched his hand over the book of the order and prepared to pronounce the fatal formula against ordner who remained calm and motionless when a side door opened to the right of the bench an officer of the church entered and announced his reverence the bishop of Trondheim. He entered hurriedly, accompanied by another ecclesiastic, on whose arm he leaned. "'Stop, Mr. President!' he exclaimed with the strength of which a man of his age seemed hardly capable. "'Stop! Heaven be praised! I am in time!' The audience listened with renewed interest, foreseeing some fresh development. The president turned angrily to the bishop. "'Allow me to inform your reverence that your present here is wholly unnecessary. The court is about to degrade from his rank the prisoner, who will suffer the penalty of his crime directly.

Starting point is 11:55:38 "'Forbear,' said the bishop, "'to lay hands on one who is pure in the side of God. The prisoner is innocent!' The cry of astonishment which burst from the spectators was only matched by the cry of terror uttered by the president and private secretary. "'Yes, tremble judges,' resumed. the bishop, before the president could recover his usual presence of mind. "'Tremble! For you are about to shed innocent blood!' As the president's agitation died away,

Starting point is 11:56:09 Ordner arose in consternation. The noble youth feared, lest his generous ruse had been discovered, and proofs of Schumacher's guilt had been found. "'Bishop,' said the president, "'in this affair crime seems to evade us, being transferred from one to another.' Do not trust to any mere appearances. If ordner Goulden-left be innocent, who then is guilty? Your grace shall know, replied the bishop. Then, showing the court in iron casket, which a servant had brought in behind him,

Starting point is 11:56:44 Noble lords, you have judged in darkness, within this casket is the miraculous light which shall dissipate that darkness. The president, private secretary, and ordner all seemed amazed at the sight of the mysterious casket. The bishop added, Noble judges, hear me. Today as I returned to my palace, to rest from the fatigues of the night, and to pray for the prisoners, I received this sealed iron box. The keeper of the splages, I was told, brought it to the palace this morning to be given to me, declaring that it undoubtedly contained some satanic charm, as he had found it on the body of the sacrilegious benigness Biagodry,

Starting point is 11:57:24 which had just been fished out of Lake Sparbo. ordner listened more eagerly than ever all the spectators were still as death the president and private secretary hung their heads guiltily they seemed to have lost all their cunning and audacity there is a moment in the life of every sinner when his power vanishes after blessing this casket continued the bishop we broke the seal which as you can still see bears the ancient and now extinct arms of griffenfeld we did indeed find a devilish secret within you shall judge for yourselves venerable sirs lend me your most earnest attention for human blood is at stake and the lord will hold you accountable for every drop that you may shed then opening the terrible casket he drew forth a slip of parchment upon which was written the following testimony i blackstham come bisulzum doctor being about to die do declare that of my own free will and pleasure I have placed in the hands of Captain Dispoulson, the agent at Copenhagen of the former Count Griffinfeld, the enclosed document, drawn up wholly by the hand of Turiaf Mus-Demon, servant of the Chancellor, Count Dhalafeld, to the end that the said captain may make such use

Starting point is 11:58:46 of it as shall seem to him best. And I pray God to pardon my crimes. Given under my hand and seal at Copenhagen this 11th day of of january sixteen ninety nine come be sulzum the private secretary shook like a leaf he tried to speak but could not the bishop handed the parchment to the pale and agitated president what do i see exclaimed the latter as he unfolded the parchment a note to the noble count d'alefeld upon the means of legally whitting himself of schumacher i i i I swear, Reverend Bishop, the paper dropped from his trembling fingers. Read it, read it, sir, said the bishop. I doubt not that your unworthy servant has abused your name as he has that of the unfortunate Schumacher.

Starting point is 11:59:41 Only see the result of your uncharitable aversion to your fallen predecessor. One of your followers has plotted his ruin in your name, doubtless hoping to make a merit of it to your grace. These words revived the President, as showing him that the suspicions of the bishop, who was acquainted with the entire contents of the casket, had not fallen upon him. Ordner also breathed more freely. He began to see that the innocence of Ethel's father might be made manifest at the same time with his own. He felt a deep surprise at the singular fate, which had led him to pursue a fearful brigand to recover this casket,

Starting point is 12:00:19 which his old guide, Benignus Biagodry, bore about him all the time. that it was actually following him while he was seeking for it. He also reflected on the solemn lesson of the events which, after ruining him by means of this same fatal casket, now proved the instrument of his salvation. The president, recovering himself, read with much show of indignation in which the entire audience shared, a lengthy memorandum in which Mos Demon set forth all the details

Starting point is 12:00:49 of the abominable scheme which we have seen him execute in the course of this story. Several times the private secretary attempted to rise and defend himself, but each time he was frowned down. At last the odious reading came to an end amid a murmur of universal horror. "'Holbertiers seize that man,' said the president, pointing to the private secretary. The wretch, speechless and almost lifeless, stepped from his place and was cast into the criminal dog followed by the hoots of the populace. "'Judges!' said the bishop.

Starting point is 12:01:24 shudder and rejoice, the truth which has just been brought home to your consciences, will now be even more strongly confirmed by the testimony of our honoured brother Athanasius Munder, chaplain to the prisons of this royal town. It was indeed Athanasius Mander who accompanied the bishop. He bowed to his superior in the church and to the court, then at a sign from the president, proceeded as follows. What I am about to state is the truth. May heaven punish me if I are unlawed.

Starting point is 12:01:54 utter a word with any other object than to do my duty. From what I saw this morning in the cell of the Viceroy's son, I was led to think that the young man was not guilty, although your lordships had condemned him upon his own confession. Now I was called a few hours since to give the last spiritual consolations to the unfortunate mountaineer so cruelly murdered before your very eyes, and whom you condemned worthy sirs as being hands of Iceland. dying man said to me, I am not Hans of Iceland. I am justly punished for having assumed his name. I was paid to play the part by the Chancellor's private secretary, he is called Must-Demon, and it was he who managed the whole revolt under the name of Hackett. I believe him to be the

Starting point is 12:02:43 only guilty man in this whole matter. Then he asked me to give him my blessing, and advised me to make haste and repeat his last words to the court. God is my witness. May I save the shedding of innocent blood, and not cause that of the guilty to flow. He ceased, again bowing to his bishop and the judges. "'You grace cease,' said the bishop to the president, that one of my clients was not mistaken when he found so much resemblance between Hecquard and your private secretary. "'Turie of Masdeman,' said the president to the prisoner.

Starting point is 12:03:19 "'What have you to say in your defense?' must even looked at his master with an expression which alarmed him he had recovered his usual impudence and after a brief pause answered nothing sir the president resumed in a weak and faltering voice then you acknowledge yourself guilty of the crime with which you are charged you confess yourself to be the author of a conspiracy alike against the state and against one john schumacher i do my lord replied must demon the bishop rose mr president that there may be no shadow of doubt in this affair will your grace ask the prisoner if he had any accomplices accomplices repeated must demon he hesitated a moment the president wore a look of awful anxiety no my lord bishop he said at last the president's look of relief fell full upon him no i had no accomplice accomplices, repeated Must Demon, still more emphatically. I concocted this plot through a faction for my master, who knew nothing of it, to destroy his enemy, Schumacher. The eyes of prisoner and president met once more. Your grace, said the bishop, must see that as Must Demon had no accomplices,

Starting point is 12:04:42 Baron Ordner, Goldenleff must be innocent. Then why, worthy bishop, did he confess his guilt? Mr. President, why did that Mountaineer persist that he was hands of Iceland at the risk of his life? God alone knows our secret motives. Ordner took up the word. Judges, I can tell you my motive, now that the real criminal has been discovered. I accused myself falsely to save the former chancellor, Schumacher, whose death would have left his daughter without a protector. The president bit his lip. We request the court, said the bishop.

Starting point is 12:05:20 bishop, to proclaim the innocence of our client, Ordner Gouldenlev. The president responded with a nod, and at the request of the Lord Mayor, they finished their examination of the terrible casket, which contained nothing more except Chumacher's titles of nobility and a few letters from the Moncombe prisoner to Captain Dispalson, bitter but not criminal letters, which alarmed no one but Chancellor Dahlfeld. The court then withdrew, and after a brief deliberation, while the curious crowd gathered on the parade, waited with stubborn impatience to see the Viceroy's son led forth to die, and the executioner nonchalantly paced the scaffold, the president pronounced in a scarcely

Starting point is 12:06:00 audible voice, the death sentence of Turiaf Mosdemon, the acquittal of Ordner Gouldenlev, and the restoration of all his honors, titles, and privileges. End of Chapter 49 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon, Algin, this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by sonyang chapter forty nine what will you sell me your carcass for my boy i would not give you in faith a broken toy st michael and satan old miracle play the remnant of the regiment of munkol musketeers had returned to their old quarters in the barracks which stood in the centre of a vast square courtyard within the fortress at nightfall the doors of this building were barricaded, all the soldiers withdrawing into it, with the exception of the sentinels upon the various towers, and a handful of men on guard before the military prison adjoining the barracks. This being the safest and best-watched place of confinement

Starting point is 12:07:11 in Moncombe contained the two prisoners sentenced to be hanged on the following morning, Hands of Iceland and Must Demon. Hands of Iceland was alone in his cell. He was stretched upon the floor, chained his head upon a stone. a feeble light filtered through a square grated opening cut in the heavy oak door which divided his cell from the next room where he heard his jailers laugh and swear and heard the sound of the bottles which they drained and the dice which they threw upon a drum head the monster silently arised in the darkness his limbs twitched convulsively and he gnashed his teeth all at once he lifted his voice and called aloud a turnkey appeared at the grating what do you want said he hands of iceland rose mate i am cold my stone bed is hard and damp give me a bundle of straw to sleep on and a little fire to warm myself it is only fair replied the turnkey to give a little comfort to a poor devil who is going to be hung even if he be the iceland devil i will bring you what you want have you any money no replied the brigand what you the most famous robber in norway and you have not a few scurvy gold ducats in your pouch no repeated the brigand a few little crowns i tell you no not even a few paltry escalines no no no no

Starting point is 12:08:55 nothing not enough to buy a rat-skin or a man's soul the turnkey shook his head oh that's a different matter you have no right to complain your cell is not so cold as the one you will have to sleep in to-morrow and yet i'll be bound you won't notice the hardness of that bad so saying the jailer withdrew followed by the curses of the monster who continued to rattle his chains which gave forth a hollow clang as if they were breaking slowly under repeated and violent jerks and pulls. The door opened. A tall man dressed in red serge, carrying a dark lantern, entered the cell, accompanied by the jailer who had refused the prisoner's request. The latter at once became perfectly quiet. Hans of Iceland, said the man in red. I am Nicole Orrigix, execution of the province of Trondheim. Tomorrow, at sunrise, I am to have the honor of hanging your excellency upon a fine new gallows in Trondheim. marketplace.

Starting point is 12:09:56 Are you very sure that you will hang me? replied the brigand. The executioner laughed. I wish you were as sure to rise straight into heaven by Jacob's leather, as you are to mount the scaffold by Nicol Oriix's ladder. Indeed, said the monster with a malicious grin. I tell you again, sir, Brigand, that I am hangman for the province. If I were not myself, I should like to be you, replied the brigand.

Starting point is 12:10:34 I can't say the same for you, rejoined the hangman. Then rubbing his hands with a conceited and complacent smirk, he added, my friend, you are right, ours is a fine trade. Ah, my hand knows the weight of a man's head. Have you often tasted blood? asked the brigand. "'No, but I have often used the wreck. "'Have you ever devoured the entrails of a living child?' "'No, but I have crushed man's bones in a vice. "'I have broken their limbs upon the wheel. "'I have dulled steel saws upon their skulls.

Starting point is 12:11:13 "'I have torn their quivering flesh with red-hot pincers. "'I have burned the blood in their open veins "'by pouring in a stream of molten lead and boiling oil. "'Yes,' said the brigand with a thoughtful look. "'You have your pleasures, too.' "'In fact,' added the hangman, "'hands of Iceland, though you be, "'I imagine that my hands have released more human souls than yours

Starting point is 12:11:39 "'to say nothing of your own, which you must drend up tomorrow.' "'Hephy, always provided that I have one. "'Do you suppose, then, executioner of tron time that you can release the spirit of ingulf from hands of iceland's mortal frame without its carrying off your own the executioner laughed heartily indeed we shall see to-morrow we shall see said the brigand well said the executioner said the executioner I did not come here to talk of your spirit, but only of your body. Harken, your body by law, belongs to me after your death, but the law gives you the right to sell it to me.

Starting point is 12:12:33 Tell me what you will take for it. What I will take for my corpse, said the brigand. Yes, and be reasonable. Hands of Iceland turned to his jailer. Tell me, mate, how much do you ask for a bundle of straw, and a handful of fire. The jailer reflected, Two gold ducats.

Starting point is 12:12:59 Well, said the brigand to the hangman. You must give me two gold ducats for my corpse. A two gold ducats? cried the hangman. It is horribly dear. Two gold ducats for a wretched corpse? No, indeed. I'll give no such prize.

Starting point is 12:13:19 Then, quietly responded the monster. You shall not have it. Then you will be thrown into the common sewer instead of adorning the Royal Museum at Copenhagen or the collection of curiosities at Bergen. Pfe, what do I care? Long after your death people will flock to look at your skeleton

Starting point is 12:13:41 saying, Those are the remains of the famous hands of Iceland. Your bones will be nicely polished and strung on copper wire. You will be placed in a big glass case and dusted carefully every day. Instead of these honours, consider what awaits you if you refuse to sell me your body. You will be left to rot in some charnel-house, where you will be the prey of worms and other vermin. Well, I shall be like the living, who are perpetually preyed upon by their inferiors, and devoured by their superiors.

Starting point is 12:14:16 Or two gold ducats, muttered the hangman. What an exorbitant price. If you will not come down in your terms, my dear fellow, we can never make a trade. It is my first and probably my last trade. I am bent on having it a good one. Consider that I may make you repent of your obstinacy. Tomorrow you will be in my power. Do you think so?

Starting point is 12:14:45 these words were uttered with a look which escaped the hangman yes and there is a certain way of tightening a slip-knot but if you will only be reasonable i will hang you in my best manner little do i care what you do to my neck to-morrow replied the monster with a mocking air come won't you be satisfied with two crowns what can you do with the money ask your comrade then there, said the brigand, pointing to the turnkey. He charges me two gold ducats for a handful of straw and a fire. Now by St. Joseph's saw, said the hangman, angrily addressing the turnkey. It is shocking to make a man pay its weight in gold for a fire and a little worthless straw. Two ducats, the turnkey replied sourly. I have a good mind to make him pay for.

Starting point is 12:15:41 It is you, Master Nicol, who act like a regular screw-in refusing to give this. his poor prisoner two gold-duckets for his corpse, when you can sell it for at least twenty to some learned old fogey, or some doctor. I never paid more than twenty eskilins for a corpse in my life, said the hangman. Yes, replied the jailer, for the body of some paltry thief, or some miserable Jew that may be. But everybody knows that you can get whatever you choose to ask for Hands of Iceland's body. Hands of Iceland shook his head.

Starting point is 12:16:14 What business is it of you? said Orrugix curtly. Do I interfere with your plunder? With the clothes and jewels that you steal from the prisoners, and the dirty water which you pour into their thin soup, and the torture to which you put them to extort money from them? No, I never will give you two gold ducats. No straw, no fire for less than two gold ducats,

Starting point is 12:16:37 replied the obstinate jailer. No corpse, for less than two gold ducats. repeated the unmoved brigand the hangman after a brief pause stamped his foot angrily saying well i have no time to waste with you i am wanted elsewhere he drew from his waistcoat a leather bag which he opened slowly and reluctantly there cursed demon of iceland there are your two ducats satan would never give you as much for your soul as i do for your body i am sure the brigand accepted the gold the turnkey instantly held out his hand to take it. One instant made. First, give me what I asked for. The jailer went out and soon returned with a bundle of dry straw and a pen of life coals, which he placed beside the prisoner. That's it, said the brigand, giving him the two ducats. I'll make a warm night of it.

Starting point is 12:17:41 "'He he said, one word more,' he added in an ominous tone. "'Does not this prison adjoined the barracks of the Moncol musketeers?' "'It does,' said the jailer. "'And which way is the wind?' "'From the east, I think.' "'Good,' said the brigand. "'What are you aiming at, comrade?' asked the jailer.

Starting point is 12:18:13 Ah, nothing, replied the brigand. Farewell, comrade, until tomorrow morning, early. Yes, tomorrow, repeated the brigand, and the noise of the heavy door as it closed prevented the jailer and his companion

Starting point is 12:18:33 from hearing the fierce, cheering laughter, which accompanied these words. End of Chapter 49. chapter fifty of hands of iceland by victor hugo translated by abbey langdon alger this libravox recording is in the public domain recording by sonya chapter fifty do you hope to end with another crime alex let us now take a look at the other cell in the military prison adjoining the barracks which holds our old acquaintance turyev mastemon it may seem surprising that mastemmen crafty and cowardly as he was should be a look at the other cell in the military prison adjoining the barracks so readily confess his crime to the court which condemned him and so generously concealed the share of his ungrateful master, Chancellor Dallafeld, in it. However, Masteman had not experienced a change of heart. His noble frankness was perhaps the greatest proof of cunning which he could possibly have given. When he saw his infernal intrigue so unexpectedly exposed, beyond all hope of denial, he was for an instant stunned and terrified.

Starting point is 12:19:43 Conquering his alarm, his extreme shrewdness, soon showed him. him that, as it was impossible to destroy his chosen victims, he must bend all his energies to saving himself. Two plans at once presented themselves. The first, to throw all the blame upon Count Dallelfeld, who had so basely deserted him. The second, to assume the whole burden of the crime himself. A vulgar mind would have grasped at the former, Must Demon chose the letter. The chancellor was chancellor, after all. Besides, there was nothing in the papers which directly implicated him, although they contained overwhelming evidence against his secretary. Then his master had given him several meaning looks. This was enough to confirm him in his

Starting point is 12:20:25 purpose to suffer himself to be condemned, confident that Count Dallefeld would connive at his escape, though less from gratitude for past service than through his need for future aid. He therefore paced his prison, which was dimly lighted by a wretched lamp, never doubting that the door would be thrown open during the night. He studied the argument, architecture of the old stone cell built by kings whose very names have almost vanished from the pages of history, and was much surprised to find the wooden plank which echoed back his tread as if it covered some subterranean vault. He also observed a huge iron ring cemented into the arched roof, from which hung a fragment of rope. Time passed, and he listened impatiently to the clock on the tower as it slowly struck the hours, its mournful tall resounding through the silence of the night. At last there was a footfall outside his cell. His heart beat high with hope.

Starting point is 12:21:18 The massive bolt creaked, the pedlock dropped, and as the door opened, his face beamed with delight. It was the same character in scarlet robes whom we have just encountered in hands of Iceland's prison. He had a coil of hempen cord under his arm, and was accompanied by four halberdiers in black, armed with swords and partisans. Must demon still wore a wig and gown of a magistrate,

Starting point is 12:21:41 his dress seemed to impress the man in red, who bowed low as if accustomed to respect that garb, and said with some hesitation, Sir, is our business with your worship? Yes, yes, hastily replied Mus-Demon, confirmed in his hope of escape by this polite address, and failing to observe the bloody hue of the speaker's garments. Your name, said the man, his eyes fixed on a parchment which he had just unrolled. Is Turyaf a Mastemon, I believe? Just so.

Starting point is 12:22:12 Do you come from the child? Chancellor, my friend. Yes, Your Worship. Do not fail when you have done your errand to assure his grace of my undying gratitude. The man in red looked at him in amazement. Your gratitude? Yes, to be sure, my friend, for it will probably be out of my power to thank him in person very soon. Probably, dryly replied the man. And you must feel, added Ma's demon, that I owe him a deep debt of gratitude for such a service. ah by the cross of the repentant thief cried the man with a coarse laugh to hear you one would think that the chancellor was doing something quite unusual for you well to be sure it is no more than strict justice strict justice that is the word but you acknowledge that it is justice it is the first admission of the kind that i ever heard in the six-and-twenty years that i have followed my profession come sir We waste our time in idle talk.

Starting point is 12:23:15 Are you ready? I am, said the delighted Masteman, stepping to the door. Wait, wait a minute, exclaimed the man in red, stooping to lay his coil of rope on the floor. Must demon paused. What are you going to do with all that rope? Your worship may well ask. I know that there is much more than I shall need, but when I began on this affair, I thought there would be a great many more prisoners.

Starting point is 12:23:40 Come, make haste, said Mast, said Masteman. your worship is in a wonderful hurry have you no last favour to ask none but the one i have already mentioned that you will thank his grace for me for god's sake make haste added must demon i long to get away from here have we a long journey before us a long journey replied the man in red straightening himself and measuring off a few length of rope the journey will not tire your worship much for we can make it without leaving this room My steamered. What do you mean? What do you mean yourself? Asked the man. Oh, God, said mastemon turning pale.

Starting point is 12:24:26 Who are you? I am the hangman. The poor wretch trembled like a dry leaf blown by the wind. Did you not come to help me to escape? He feebly muttered. The hangman laughed. yes truly to help you to escape into the spirit land whence i warned you will not be brought back must demon grovelled on the floor oh mercy have pity on me mercy in faith coldly observed the hangman tis the first time i was ever asked such a thing do you take me for the king the unfortunate man dragged himself on his knees trailing his gown in the dust beating his head against the floor

Starting point is 12:25:13 and clasping the hangman's feet with muffled groans and broken sobs come be quiet said the hangman i never before saw a black gown kneel to a red jerkin he kicked the suppli and the side adding pray to god and the saints fellow they will be more up to hear you than i must demon still knelt his face buried in his hands weeping bitterly meantime the hangman standing on tiptoe past his rope through the ring in the ceiling he let it hanged until it reached the floor, then secured it by a double turn and made a slip-knot in the end. I am ready, said he when these ominous preparations were over. Are you ready to lay down your life? No, said Ma's demon springing up. No, it cannot be. There is some horrible mistake.

Starting point is 12:26:03 Chancellor Dallafeld is not so base. I am too necessary to him. It is impossible that it was for me he sent you. Let me escape. Do not fear that the chancellor will be angry. Did you not say, replied the executioner, that you were Turyev Masteman? The prisoner hesitated for an instant, then said suddenly, No, no, my name is not Masteman.

Starting point is 12:26:29 My name is Turief, Orogyx. Orogyx? cried the executioner. Orogyx? He snatched off the periwig, which concealed the prisoner's face, and uttered an exclamation of surprise. "'H! my brother!' "'Your brother,' replied the prisoner, with a mixture of shame and pleasure. "'Can you be?'

Starting point is 12:26:53 "'Nichol Orichx, hangman for the province of Trondheim. "'At your service, brother Turiev.' The prisoner fell upon the executioner's neck, calling him his brother, his beloved brother. This fraternal recognition would not have gratified anyone who witnessed it. Turiev lavished countless caresses upon Nicol with a forced and timid smile, while Nicol responded with a gloomy and embarrassed look. It was like a tiger fondling an elephant, while the monster's ponderous foot is already planted upon its panting chest. What happiness, brother Nicol! I am glad indeed to see you.

Starting point is 12:27:29 And I am sorry for you, brother Turief. The prisoner pretended not to hear these words and went on in trembling tones. You have a wife and children, I suppose. You must take me to see my gentle sister, and let me kiss my dear nephews. The devil fly away with you, muttered the hangman. I will be a second father to them. Hark your brother! I am powerful.

Starting point is 12:27:56 I have great influence. The brother replied with a sinister expression. I know that you had. At present you had better be thinking of that which you have doubtless contrived to curry with the saints. All hope faded from the prisoner's face. Good God. What does this mean, dear Nicol? I am safe since I have found you. Think that the same mother bore us, that we play together as children. Remember, Nicole, you are my brother. You never remembered it until now, replied the brutal Nicol. No, I cannot die by my brother's hand.

Starting point is 12:28:36 It is your own fault, Turiev. It was you who ruined my career, who prevented me from becoming a royal executioner at Copenhagen, who caused me to be sent into this miserable region as a petty provincial hangman. If you had not been a bad brother, you would have no cause to complain of that which distresses you so much now. I should not be in Trondheim, and someone else would have to finish your business. Now enough, brother. You must die. death is hideous to the wicked for the same reason that it is beautiful to the good both must put off their humanity but the just man is delivered from his body as from a prison while the wicked man is torn from it as from a jail at the last moment hell yawns before the sinful soul which has dreamed of annihilation it knocks anxiously at the dark portals of death and it is not annihilation that answers the prisoner rolled upon the floor and wrung his hands with moans more heart-rending than the everlasting wail of the damned.

Starting point is 12:29:37 Oh, God, have mercy. Holy angels in heaven, if you exist, have pity upon me. Nicole, brother Nicol, in our mother's name. Oh, let me live! The hangman held out his warrant. I cannot. The order is peremptory. That warrant is not for me.

Starting point is 12:29:59 Stemmer the despairing prisoner. It is for one must demon. That is. not I. I am Turyev Orrjik's. You jest, said Nikol, shrugging his shoulders. I know perfectly well that it is meant for you. Besides, he added roughly, yesterday you would not have been Turiaf Orrjik's to your brother. Today he can only look upon you as Turyev Must-Demon. Oh, brother, brother!

Starting point is 12:30:28 Groned the wretch. Only wait until tomorrow. It is impossible that the child. Chancellor could have given the order for my death. It is some frightful mistake. Count Dallefeld loves me dearly. Dear Nicol, I implore you. Spare my life. I shall soon be restored to favor, and I will do whatever you may ask. You can do me but one service, Turief, broke in the hangman. I have lost two executions already, upon which I counted the most, those of ex-Chancellor Schumacher and the viceroy's son i am always unlucky you and hands of iceland are all that are left your execution being secret and by night is worth at least twelve gold ducats to me let me hang you peaceably that is the only favour i ask of you oh god sighed the prisoner it will be the first and the last in good sooth but in return i promise that you shall not suffer i will hang you like a

Starting point is 12:31:33 brother. Submit to your fate. Must demon sprang to his feet. His nostrils were distended with rage. His livid lips quivered, his teeth chattered, his mouth foamed with despair. Ah, Satan! I save that Dahlia felt. I have embraced my brother, and they murder me. And I must die this very night in a dark dungeon, where none can hear my curses, where I may not cry out against them from one end of the kingdom to the other, where I may not tear asunder the veil that hides their crimes. Was it for such a death that I have stained my entire life?

Starting point is 12:32:14 Wretch, he added, turning to his brother, Would you become a fratricide? I am the executioner, answered the phlegmatic nickel. No! exclaimed the prisoner, and he flung himself headlong upon the executioner. his eyes darting flame and streaming with tears like those of a bull at bay no i will not die thus meekly i have not lived like a poisonous serpent to die like a paltry worm trampled under foot i will leave my life in my last sting but it shall be mortal so saying he grappled like a bitter foe with him whom he had just embraced as a brother the fulsome flattering must demon now showed his true spirit despair stirred up the foul drags of his soul, and after crawling prostrate like a tiger, like a tiger he sprang upon his

Starting point is 12:33:06 enemy. It would have been hard to decide which of the two brothers was the most appalling, as they struggled, one with the brute ferocity of a wild beast, the other with the artful fury of a demon. But the four Holberdeus, hitherto passive spectators, did not remain motionless. They lent their aid to the executioner, and soon must demon, whose rage was his only strength, was forced to quit his hold. himself against the wall uttering in articulate yells and blunting his nails upon the stone to die devils in hell to die my shrieks unheard outside this roof my arms powerless to tear down these walls he was seized but offered no resistance his useless efforts had exhausted him he was stripped of his gown and bound at this moment a sealed packet fell from his bosom what is that said the hangman. An infernal light gleamed in the prisoner's haggard eyes. He muttered. How could I forget that?

Starting point is 12:34:11 Look here, brother Nicol, he added in an almost friendly tone. These papers belonged to the Lord Chancellor. Promise to give them to him, and you may do what you will with me. Since you are quiet now, I promise to grant your last wish, although you have been a bad brother to me. I will see that the Chancellor has the papers, on the honour of an Orrugix. Ask leave to hand them to him yourself, replied the prisoner, smiling at the executioner, who from his nature had little understanding of smiles. The pleasure which they will afford his grace may lead him to confer some favour on you. Oh, really, brother, said Orrugix, oh, thank you. Perhaps he will make me executioner royal after all, eh? Well,

Starting point is 12:34:59 let us part good friends i forgive you all the scratches which you gave me forgive me for the hempen collar which i must give you the chancellor promised me a very different sort of collar said must demon then the hallbody has led him bound into the middle of the cell the hangman placed the fatal news round his neck are you ready to ryev one moment one moment said the prisoner whose terror had revived for mercy you sake, brother, do not pull the rope until I tell you to do so. I do not need to pull it, answered the hangman. A moment later he repeated his question. Are you ready? One moment more. Alas, must I die?

Starting point is 12:35:48 Arturiev, I have no time to waste. So saying, Orerjik signed to the halberdiers to stand away from the prisoner. One word more, brother. do not forget to give the packet to count Dhalefeld. Ah, never fear, replied Nicol. He added for the third time. Come, are you ready? The unfortunate man opened his lips, perhaps to plead for another brief delay,

Starting point is 12:36:13 when the impatient hangman stooped and turned a brass button projecting from the floor. The plank gave way beneath the victim. The poor wretch disappeared through a square trap-door, with a dull twang from the rope, which was stretched suddenly and vibrated. fearfully with the dying man's final convulgence. Nothing was seen but the rope swinging to and fro in the dark opening, through which came a cool breeze and a sound as of running water. The Holbeadiers themselves shrank back, horror-stricken. The hangman approached the abyss,

Starting point is 12:36:44 seized the rope which still vibrated, and swung himself into the hole, pressing both feet against his victim's shoulders. The fatal rope stretched to its utmost with a creek and stood still. A stifled sob rose from the trap. all is over said the hangman climbing back into the cell farewell brother he drew a cutlass from his belt go feed the fishes in the fjord your body to the waves your soul to the flames with these words he cut the taut rope the fragment still fastened to the iron ring lashed the ceiling while the deep dark water splashed high as the body fell then swept on their underground course the hangman closed the trap and as he had opened it. As he rose, he saw that the room was full of smoke. What is all this? he asked the hall, Gilles. Where does this smoke come from? They knew no better than he. In surprise they opened the door. The corridors were also filled with thick

Starting point is 12:37:44 and nauseating smoke. A secret outlet led them, greatly terrified to the square courtyard, where a fearful sight met their gaze. A vast conflagration, fanned by a violent east wind, was consuming the military prison and the barracks. The flames, driven in eddying worlds, climbed stone walls, crowned burning roofs, leaped from gaping window frames, and the black towers of Munkholm now shone in a red and ominous light, now vanished in a dense cloud of smoke. A turnkey who was escaping by the courtyard

Starting point is 12:38:15 told them hastily that the fire had broken out in the monster cell during the sleep of hands of Iceland's keepers, he having been imprudently allowed to have a fire and straw. how unlucky i am cried orijcich when he heard this story now i suppose hands of iceland has slipped through my hands too the rascal must have been burned and i shan't even get his body for which i paid two ducats meantime the unfortunate munkho musketeers roused suddenly from their sleep by imminent death crowded toward the door only to find it closely barred their shrieks of anguish and despair were heard outside They stood at the blazing windows, wringing their hands, or dashed themselves madly upon the flagging of the court, escaping one death to meet another. The victorious flames devoured the entire structure before the rest of the garrison could come to the rescue.

Starting point is 12:39:09 All help was vain. Luckily the building stood by itself. The door was broken in with hatchets, but it was too late, for as it opened the burning roof and floors gave way, and fell upon the unfortunate man with a loud crash. The entire building disappeared in a whirlwind of fiery dust and burning smoke, which stifled the faint moans of the expiring man. Next morning, nothing was left in the courtyard but four high walls, blackened smoking, around a horrid mass of smouldering ruins,

Starting point is 12:39:38 still devouring each other like wild beasts in a circus. When the pile had cooled, it was searched. Beneath a heap of stones and iron beams, twisted out of shape by the flames, was found a mass of whitened bones and disfigured corpses. With some thirty soldiers, most of whom were crippled, this was all that remained of the crack regiment of Monkholm. When the sight of the prison was searched and they reached the fatal cell where the fire had broken out and where hands of Iceland had been imprisoned, they found the remains of a

Starting point is 12:40:08 human body, closed beside an iron pen and a heap of broken chains. It was curious that among these ashes there were two skulls, although there was but one skeleton. Chapter 51 of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon-Alger. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia Chapter 51 Saladin

Starting point is 12:40:41 Bravo, Ibrahim, you are indeed the messenger of good fortune, I thank you for your joyful tidings. The Mameluk. Well, is that all? Saladin, what did you expect? The Mameluk. nothing more for the messenger of good fortune lessing nathan the wise pale and worn count d'alafeld strode up and down his apartment in his hand he crushed a bundle of letters which he had just read while he stamped his foot on the smooth marble floor and the gold-fringed rugs at the other end of the room in an attitude of deep respect stood nicol oryx in his infamous scarlet dress felt head in hand

Starting point is 12:41:24 you have done me good service must demon hissed the chancellor the hangman looked up timidly is your grace pleased what do you want here said the chancellor turning upon him suddenly the hangman proud that he had won a glance from the chancellor smiled hopefully what do i want your grace ah the post of executioner at copenhagen if your grace will deign to bestow so great a face on me in return for the good news I have brought you the chancellor called to the two halberdiers on guard at his door seize this rascal he annoys me by his impudence the guards led away the amazed and confounded nickel who ventured one more word oh my lord you are no longer hangman for the province of Trondheim I deprive you of your office cried the chancellor slamming the door the chancellor returned to his letters angrily read and re-read them maddened by his dishonour for these were the letters which once passed between the countess and must demon

Starting point is 12:42:35 this was elphiger's handwriting he found that ulrica was not his daughter that it might be the frederick whom he moaned was not his son the unhappy count was punished through that same pride which had caused all his crimes he cared not now if vengeance evaded him all his ambitious dreams vanished his past was blasted, his future, dead. He had striven to destroy his enemies. He had only succeeded in losing his own reputation, his advisor, and even his marital and paternal rights. But he must see once more the wretched woman who had betrayed him. He hastily crossed the spacious apartment, shaking the letters in his hand as if they were thunderbolt.

Starting point is 12:43:18 He threw open the door of Elvigar's room. He entered. The guilty wife had just unexpectedly learned from Colonel Vautoun of her son Frederick's fearful death. The poor mother was insane. End of Chapter 51. Conclusion of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo, translated by Abbey Langdon Alger.

Starting point is 12:43:45 This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Sonia. Conclusion What I said in jest, you took seriously. Old Spanish Romance, King Alfonso to Bernard. for a fortnight the events which we have just related formed the sole topic of conversation in the town and province of trontheim judged from the various standpoints of the various speakers the people of the town who had waited in vain to see seven successive executions began to despair of ever having that pleasure and purblind old women declared that on the night of the lamentable fire at the barracks they had seen hands of iceland fly up in the flames laughing amid the blaze as he dashed the burning roof of the building upon the Moncol musketeers. When, after an absence which to his Ethel seemed

Starting point is 12:44:35 an age, Ordner returned to the Lion of Schleswig Tower, accompanied by General Levin the Knut and Chaplain Athanasius Manda. Schumacher was walking in the garden, leaning on his daughter. The young couple found it hard not to rush into each other's arms, but they were forced to be content with a look. Schumacher affectionately grasped Ordner's hand and greeted the two strangers in a friendly manner. said the aged captive. May heaven bless your return. Sir, replied Ordiner,

Starting point is 12:45:07 I have just arrived. Having seen my father at Bergen, I would now embrace my father at Monkholm. What do you mean? asked the old man in great surprise. That you must give me your daughter, noble sir. My daughter! exclaimed the prisoner,

Starting point is 12:45:24 turning to the confused and blushing Ethel. Yes, my lord, I love you, Ethel. I have devoted my life to her. She is mine. Schumacher's face clouded. You are a brave and noble youth, my son. Although your father has done me much harm, I forgive him for your sake,

Starting point is 12:45:43 and I should be glad to sanction this marriage, but there is an obstacle. What is it, sir? asked Ordner anxiously. You love my daughter, but are you sure that she loves you? The two lovers cast at each other a rapid glance of mute amazing, Yes, continued the father, I am sorry, for I love you, and would gladly call you son,

Starting point is 12:46:08 but my daughter would never consent. She has recently confessed her aversion for you, and since your departure, she is silent whenever I speak of you, and seems to avoid all thought of you, as if you were odious to her. You must give up your love for her, never fear love may be cured as well as hatred my lord exclaimed the astonished ordner father cried ethel clasping her hands do not be alarmed my daughter interrupted the old man i approve of this marriage but you do not i will never force your inclinations ethel this last fortnight has wrought a great change in me you are free to choose for yourself athenasius manda smiled she is not he said you are mistaken dear father added ethel taking courage i do not hate ordner what cried her father i am resumed ethel she hesitated ordner knelt at the old man's feet she is my wife father forgive me as my other father has forgiven me and bless your children schumacher surprised in his turn blessed the young couple i have cursed so many people in my lifetime said he that i now seize every opportunity for blessing but explain all was made clear to him he wept with emotion gratitude and love i thought myself wise i am old and i did not understand the heart of a young girl

Starting point is 12:47:48 and so i am mrs ordner gouldenlev said ethel with childlike delight ordner gouldenlev rejoined old schumacher you are a better man than i for in the day of my prosperity i would never have stooped to wed the penniless and disgraced daughter of an unfortunate prisoner the general took the old man's hand and offered him a roll of parchment saying do not speak thus count here are your titles which the king long since sent you by this polson. His majesty now adds a free pardon, such as the dowry of your daughter, Countess Dunniskjold. Pardon! Freedom! repeated the enraptured Ethel. Countess Dunnishkjold, added her father. Yes, Count, continued the general. Your honours and their states are restored. To whom do I owe all this? asked the happy Schumacher.

Starting point is 12:48:48 to general levin the knoot answered ordner levin the knud did i not tell you governor that levin the knud was the best of man but why did he not bring me the good news himself where is he ordner pointed in surprise to the smiling weeping general here the recognition of the two who had been comrades in the days of their youth and power was a touching one schumacher's heart swelled his acquaintance with hands had destroyed his hair hatred of man. His acquaintance with Ordner and Levin taught him to love them. The gloomy wedding in the cell was soon celebrated by brilliant festivities. Life smiled upon the young couple who had smiled at death. Count Dalefeld saw that they were happy. This was his most cruel punishment. Athanasius Manda shared their joy. He obtained the pardon of his twelve convicts, and Ordner added that of his former companions in misfortune, cannibal, Jonas and Norbeth, who returned free and happy to inform the appeased miners that the king released them from the protectorate.

Starting point is 12:49:53 Schumacher did not long enjoy the union of Ethel and Ordner. Liberty and happiness were too much for him. He went to enjoy a different happiness and a different freedom. He died that same year, 1699, his children accepting this blow as a warning that there is no perfect bliss in this world. He was buried in Veer Church upon an estate in Jutland, belonging to his son-in-law, and his tomb preserves all the titles of which captivity deprived him. From the marriage of Orna and Ethel sprang the race of the Counts of Dhaneskyld.

Starting point is 12:50:28 End of Conclusion End of Hands of Iceland by Victor Hugo. Thank you for listening.

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