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A Survey of Danish Literature.


(He shakes him.) Wake, slave! Wake—Karker—say, what doth betide
That hideous smile?

Karker. Hah! I was dreaming then.

Hakon. What didst thou dream?

Karker.I dreamt …

Hakon. Hush! hark!
What can that uproar be—yonder—above?

Karker. A troop of soldiers, Jarl, for I can hear
The clank of arms. King Olaf's men, 'tis like,
Are seeking you.

Hakon. This cave is all unknown.
Thora gave me the key; the door is clamped
With iron bolts. Here, surely, we are safe! (Karker listens.)

Karker. Hearken, my lord—hear you not what they say?

Hakon. What do they say?

Karker.They say King Olaf will
Reward the man with honour and with gold
Who brings your head to him.

Hakon (looking keenly at him). But that reward
Thou'lt never earn? Why dost thou tremble so?
Why are thy cheeks so pale—thy lips so blue?

Karker. Ah! I am still uneasy at my dream.
If you read dreams, my lord, I'll tell you mine.

Karker’s dreams arc not over pleasing to his lord, who begins to feel some unpleasant suspicions about him; however, he desires him to go to rest, and declares his intention of likewise seeking repose. Karker prepares to obey, but first busies himself about the lamp. Hakon asks him what he is doing. He answers, that he is going to extinguish the lamp; whereupon his master exclaims:

Nay, go to rest, and let the lamp burn on!
Without it, we should be involved in gloom
Too dark and dismal.
.....Surely darkness is
A type of death—more black and terrible
Than death itself—while light gives confidence.
Then let the lamp alone. Feebly it burns—
Better that light than none. Go sleep, my son! (They both remain quiet for some time.)

Hakon. Karker! art thou asleep?

Karker. I am, Sir Jarl.

Hakon. Ha! stupid, doltish slave! (He rises and paces up and down.) Hakon—Hakon!
Is yonder serf of all thou didst possess
The only remnant left? I trust him not...

· · · · · · · · · ·

Give me thy dagger, Karker, for a slave
No weapon needs.

Karker. You gave it me, my lord.
But here it is.

Hakon.Sleep now.

KarkerI will.

Hakon.My head
Feels strangely heavy; I am tired and faint

After the morning's strife, the evening’s flight,