And this is Laura's story:
Eric.
"It is of no use, I cannot stand; you see the ankle is fractured."
"But the Signor will perish if he lies here on the ice."
"Is there, then, no hope that one of the other sledges will come to our rescue?"
"None whatever. We are quite off the usual route; nightfall is approaching, and there is but one way of escape from death—if the Signor will permit me to take him on my shoulders."
"Impossible! You could not bear such a burden a single rod."
"The Signor does not know the young men of Dalerna."
"Nay, I will not suffer you to make the trial. Go, my good Olaf, and leave me to my fate. It is not needful that both of us should perish. Take my watch to my wife, and with it, present her with my parting salutations. My purse I give to you; by its means you can marry some blue-eyed maiden, and tell her Fortune had a smile for her when it played such a freak on me."