“Can thou find nothing for thy lazy hands to do?” he asked scornfully, “or are they weary of the work thou hast been doing at night?”
“My mind is not to lift a finger for thee again, Peter Fae; and as for what I do at night, that is my own affair. I robbed thee not, neither of time nor gear.”
“From whence came the glass, and the nails, and the wood, and the hinges?”
“I bought them with my own money. If thou pays me the outlay it will be only just. The work I gave freely to the wife of Jan Vedder.”
“Then since thou hast mended the house, thou may carry back the furniture into it.”
“I will do that freely also. Thou never ought to have counseled its removal; for that reason, I blame thee for all that followed it.” Snorro then hailed a passing fisherman, and they lifted his chest in order to go away.
“What art thou taking?”
“My own clothes, and my own books, and whatever is my own. Nothing of thine.”
“But why?”