Savva and the Life of Man eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 146 pages of information about Savva and the Life of Man.

WIFE

Like a ruined castle.

MAN

And there, on that spot—­the middle one—­I’ll build my royal castle.

WIFE

It’s cold up there, and windy.

MAN

I’ll have thick stone walls and large windows with all the panes made out of a single piece of glass.  At night, when the winter snowstorms begin to rage and the fjord below to roar, we’ll draw the curtains and make a fire in the huge fireplace.  It is such a tremendous fireplace that it will hold a whole log.  It will burn up a whole forest of pines.

WIFE

How nice and warm.

MAN

And how quiet too, if you will please notice.  Carpets covering the whole, floor and lots of books will make it cosy and quietly lively.  And we’ll be there, the two of us.  The wind howling outside and we two sitting before the fireplace on a white bear-skin rug.  “Wouldn’t you like to have a look at what’s doing outside?” you’ll say.  “All right!” And we’ll go to the largest window and draw aside the curtain.  Good heavens!  What a sight!

WIFE

See the snow whirling.

MAN

Galloping like white horses, like myriads of frightened little spirits, pale with fear and seeking safety in the night.  And what a howling and roaring!

WIFE

Oh, it’s cold.  I’m shivering.

MAN

Go back to the fireplace, quick!  Hey there, fetch me grandfather’s goblet—­not that one, the golden one from which the vikings drank.  Fill it up with sparkling wine—­not that way—­fill it to the brim with the burning draught.  Venison is roasting on the spit.  Bring it here.  I’ll eat some.  Quick, or I’ll eat you.  I’m hungry as the devil.

WIFE

There, they have brought it.  Now, go on.

MAN

Go on?  I’ll eat some, of course.  What else do you expect?  What are you doing to my head, little wife?

WIFE

I am the goddess of fame.  I have woven a crown of the oak leaves that our neighbors scattered here, and I’m crowning you.  It’s Fame that has come to you, the beautiful goddess Fame. (Puts the wreath on his head)

MAN

Yes, fame; loud, noisy fame.  Look at the wall.  Do you see this?  It’s I, walking.  And who is this next to me?  Do you see?

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