FRU INGER.
Nu kom Herluf Hydefads oprør. Mindes I hin tid, Olaf Skaktavl? Var det ikke, som om en solfuld vår gik over hele landet! Stærke røster maned mig at komme udenfor; – men jeg turde det ikke. Jeg sad tvivlrådig – langt fra striden – på min ensomme gård. Stundom var det, som om Gud Herren selv råbte på mig; men da kom denne dræbende angst igen og lamslog al vilje. „Hvem vil sejre?“ se, det var spørgsmålet, som idelig ringed for mine øren. Det var en kortvarig vår, som dengang brød frem over Norge. Herluf Hydefad, og mangfoldige med ham, lagdes på stejle og hjul i de måneder, som fulgte på. Mig kunde ingen kræve til regnskab. Og dog mangled det ikke på forblommede trusler fra Danmark. Hvad, om de kendte hemmeligheden? Tilslut vidste jeg ikke at tyde det anderledes, end at de kendte den. I slig en kvidefuld tid var det, at rigshovmester Gyldenløve kom herop og forlangte mig tilægte. Lad en ængstet moder tænke sig i mit sted –! En måned efter var jeg rigshovmesterens hustru, – og hjemløs i mine landsmænds hjerter. Så kom de stille år. Ingen rejste sig mere. Herrerne kunde trykke os ned så dybt og så tungt de lysted. Der var stunder, da jeg væmmedes over mig selv. Thi hvad havde jeg at gøre? Intet, uden at ængstes, forhånes og føde døtre til verden. Mine døtre! Gud må forlade mig det, ifald jeg ikke har en moders hjerte for dem. Mine pligter som hustru var mig et hoveriarbejde. Hvor kunde jeg så elske mine døtre? O, med min søn var det anderledes! Han var min sjæls eget barn. Han var den eneste, som minded mig om den tid, da jeg var kvinde og intet andet end kvinde. – Og ham havde de taget fra mig! Han vokste op mellem fremmede, som måske såede fordærvelsens sæd i ham! Olaf Skaktavl, – havde jeg, som I, vandret jaget og forladt på højfjeldet, i vinter og uvejr, – hvis jeg havde havt mit barn i mine arme, – tro mig, jeg skulde ikke have sørget og grædt så sårt, som jeg har sørget og grædt for ham fra hans fødsel og til denne time!
LADY INGER.
Then came Herlof Hyttefad’s revolt. Do you remember that time, Olaf Skaktavl? Was it not as though the whole land was filled with the sunlight of a new spring. Mighty voices summoned me to come forth;--yet I dared not. I stood doubting-- far from the strife--in my lonely castle. At times it seemed as though the Lord God himself were calling me; but then would come the killing dread again to paralyse my will. “Who will win?” that was the question that was ever ringing in my ears. ’Twas but a short spring that had come to Norway. Herlof Hyttefad, and many more with him, were broken on the wheel during the months that followed. None could call me to account; yet there lacked not covert threats from Denmark. What if they knew the secret? At last methought they must know; I knew not how else to understand their words. ’Twas even in that time of agony that Gyldenlöve the High Steward, came hither and sought me in marriage. Let any mother that has feared for her child think herself in my place!--and homeless in the hearts of my countrymen. Then came the quiet years. There was now no whisper of revolt. Our masters might grind us down even as heavily as they listed. There were times when I loathed myself. What had I to do? Nought but to endure terror and scorn and bring forth daughters into the world. My daughters! God forgive me if I have had no mother’s heart towards them. My wifely duties were as serfdom to me; how then could I love my daughters? Oh, how different with my son! He was the child of my very soul. He was the one thing that brought to mind the time when I was a woman and nought but a woman--and him they had taken from me! He was growing up among strangers, who might sow in him the seed of destruction! Olaf Skaktavl--had I wandered like you on the lonely hills, hunted and forsaken, in winter and storm--if I had but held my child in my arms,--trust me, I had not sorrowed and wept so sore as I have sorrowed and wept for him from his birth even to this hour.
