“Not so! I believe it not! Neither the dead nor the living can curse those whom God blesses.”
“Yet always the Borsons have had the worst of ill fortune. We three only are now left of the great earls who ruled in Surnadale and in Fjardarfolk, and see how poor and sorrowful we are. My life has been woven out of grief and disappointment; Vala will never walk; and as for your own youth, was it not labor and sorrow only?”
“I believe not in any such spaedom. I believe in God the Father Almighty, and in Jesus Christ, and in the Holy Ghost. And as for the cursing of man, dead or alive, I will not fear what it can do to me. Gisli was indeed well served for his mean, ungrateful deed, and it would have been better if the berserker Bjorn had cut his false heart out of him.”
“Such talk is not like you, David. I can see now that your father did right to keep these bloody stories from your hearing. There is no help in them.”
“Well, I know not that. This night the minister was talking to me about taking a wife. If there be truth or power in Kol’s curse, why should any Borson be born, that he or she may bear his spite? No; I will not marry, and–”
“In saying that you mock your own words. Where, then, is your trust in God? And the minister is right; you ought to take a wife. People think wrong of a young man who cannot fix his heart on one good woman. There is Christina Hey. Speak to her. Christina is sweet and wise, and will make a good wife.”
“I met Asta Fae as I came here. Very pretty indeed is her face, and she has a way to win any heart.”
“For all that, I do not think well of Asta. She is at the dance whenever there is one, and she has more lovers than a girl should have.”
“Christina has land and money. I care not for a wife who is richer than myself.”
“Her money is nothing against her; it will be a help.”