This sentence was carried out here in Aalsöe meadow in the presence of thousands of spectators. Write a story about the gypsies, he has said several times, it might be amusing enough. Travel by night, and hide in the forests by day. I walked on between the two fire-spewing batteries. I had composed and written the whole thing in my sleep. But if a travelling glazier has three wives, it is quite rightly called lewd conduct. But tell me, he looked at me appealingly, it’s not true? Farewell, in this dreary world until we meet again in a better one. Morten then led Niels by a secluded way to the farmhouse and concealed him there until night. But if a travelling glazier has three wives, it is quite rightly called lewd conduct. The light of the heavens was extinguished, but this earthly light was lit again. Is my old master, the Vejlbye parson, still alive? I felt, I saw; the hut was built of heath turf, as substantial, as real as anything could be. I must make a digression; it is neither long nor uncalled for. I had composed and written the whole thing in my sleep. Just then I heard a door creak, and the learned gypsy scholar came out to me. It was some time before he was able to speak. The outlines of the oriental house were now plain. As for me, I was utterly astounded and full of misgivings. No more than the binding shows of a book. But tell me, he looked at me appealingly, it’s not true? What, indeed, is man that he dare set himself up to judge his fellow men! Farewell, God bless you and preserve you. May the merciful God judge me more leniently thane, poor sinner, dare judge my fellow man. I walked on between the two fire-spewing batteries. How picture for him the noble simplicity of the furnishings? Vengeance is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord. She made the sign of peace over me, and left me. I soon saw him scraping the ground, and knew that the bog was dried out. God forgive you, Morten, he groaned, God forgive you and me, but it was none of my doing. But promise me that you will take care of her as a second father. Who dares say to his brother, Thou art deserving of death! Then I dare, said Morten, and I will do without you. How strange, I thought afterwards, is not this little caravan! The wind had gone down, but the sky was hidden by black, low-scudding clouds. May He suffer us to be governed by His wisdom and His mercy. God forgive you, Morten, he groaned, God forgive you and me, but it was none of my doing. In the same instant the man opened the shutters of two large, light blue, merry and lively eyes. I went to the farm at Ingvorstrup, but the new owner didn’t know me and drove me away.