The Wanderer's Necklace by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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stares towards the south--always towards the south."
"Is the necklace yet in the mound?" asked Iduna eagerly. "Without doubt, Lady. Who would dare to touch the holy thing and bring on him the curse of the Wanderer and his gods, and with it his own death? No man that ever sailed the seas, I think." "Not so, Freydisa, for I am sure I know one who would dare it for my sake. Olaf, if you love me, bring me that necklace as a marriage gift. I tell you that, having once seen it, I want it more than anything in all the world." "Did you hear what Freydisa said?" I asked. "That he who wrought this sacrilege would bring upon himself evil and death?" "Yes, I heard; but it is folly, for who need fear dead bones? As for the shape you saw, why, it is strengthless for good or ill, a shadow drawn from what has been by the magic moon, or perchance by Freydisa's witchery. Olaf, Olaf, get me that necklace or I will never kiss you more." "That means you will not marry me, Iduna?" "That means I will only marry the man who gives me that necklace. If you fear the deed, perhaps there are some others by whom it might be tried." Now when I heard these words a sudden rage seized me. Was I to be taunted thus by the fair woman whom I loved? |
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