[Feels her forehead and hands cautiously; then throws the string on the chair, and says softly:
Ay, ay!—You can rest yourself, Granë;
For e’en now the journey’s done.
[Closes her eyes, and bends over her.
For all of your days I thank you,
For beatings and lullabys!
But see, you must thank me back, now—
[Presses his cheek against her mouth.
There; that was the driver’s fare.[[64]]
The Cottar’s Wife.