“Not at all. That’s not the only time I’ve seen a Tuss.”
“Indeed! How was that?”
“One time I was up at the sæter with Turi, another girl. We were just going to bed, when a stave was put through the little window-pane (gluggen), and moved gently backwards and forwards. We were frightened at first, but we heard a titter outside, and then we knew directly what it meant. It was two Friers (lovers) come, so we got up and let them in, and we were soon all four in bed together.”
“What!” exclaimed I, in amazement.
“Oh, that’s the way we have here. Of course, you know we were dressed.”
“And were you married to the man afterwards?”
“No; I married quite another person.”
“I did just the same,” put in her son, the Lehnsman, who had just entered. “We see no harm in that. A young farmer’s son often sleeps with a companion in this way, but she must be of the same rank of life as he is. If it was with a servant girl, it would be considered a disgrace.”
“Well, but go on with your story,” said I to the narrator.
“Where was I? Let me see. Yes, we were in bed all snug, chatting away, when suddenly I heard a noise at the window. ‘Hush!’ whispered I—‘what’s that? Listen.’