CHAPTER VII
THE CALL OF WAR
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I came not to send peace but a sword. ––Matt. x, 34. For when I note how noble Nature’s form Under the war’s red pain, I deem it true That He who made the earthquake and the storm, Perchance made battles too. |
The summer passed rapidly away for it was full of new interests. Thora’s wedding was to take place about Christmas or New Year, and there were no ready-made garments in those days; so all of her girl friends were eager to help her needle. Sunna spent half the day with her and all their small frets and jealousies were forgotten. Early in the morning the work was lifted, and all day long it went happily on, to their light-hearted hopes and dreams. Then in June and September Ian came to Kirkwall to settle his account with McLeod, and at the same time, he remained a week as the Ragnors’ guest. There was also Sunna’s intended visit to Edinburgh to talk about, 165 and there was never a day in which the war and its preparations did not make itself prominent.
One of the pleasantest episodes of this period occurred early and related to Sunna. One morning she received a small box from London, and she was so amazed at the circumstance, that she kept examining the address and wondering “who could have sent it,” instead of opening the box. However, when this necessity had been observed, it revealed to her a square leather case, almost like those used for jewelry, and her heart leaped high with expectation. It was something, however, that pleased her much more than jewelry; it was a likeness of Boris, a daguerreotype––the first that had ever reached Kirkwall. A narrow scrap of paper was within the clasp, on which Boris had written, “I am all thine! Forget me not!”
Sunna usually made a pretense of despising anything sentimental but this example filled her heart with joy and satisfaction. And after it, she took far greater pleasure in all the circumstances relating to Thora’s marriage; for she had gained a personal interest in them. Even the details of the ceremony were now discussed and arranged in accord with Sunna’s taste and suggestions.
“The altar and nave must be decorated with flags and evergreens and all the late flowers we can secure,” she said.
“There will not be many flowers, I fear,” answered Mistress Ragnor.