Yes; but tell me now: what do you mean to build up out of it—to-morrow, and through the working-days to come?
Stensgård.
To build up? We have to tear down first.— Fieldbo, I had once a dream—or did I see it? No; it was a dream, but such a vivid one! I thought the Day of Judgment was come upon the world. I could see the whole curve of the hemisphere. There was no sun, only a livid storm-light. A tempest arose; it came rushing from the west and swept everything before it: first withered leaves, then men; but they kept on their feet all the time, and their garments clung fast to them, so that they seemed to be hurried along sitting. At first they looked like townspeople running after their hats in a wind; but when they came nearer they were emperors and kings; and it was their crowns and orbs they were chasing and catching at, and seemed always on the point of grasping, but never grasped. Oh, there were hundreds and hundreds of them, and none of them understood in the least what was happening; but many bewailed themselves, and asked: “Whence can it come, this terrible storm?”[storm?”] Then there came the answer: “One Voice spoke, and the storm is the echo of that one Voice.”
Fieldbo.
When did you dream that?
Stensgård.
Oh, I don’t remember when; several years ago.[ago.]
Fieldbo.
There were probably disturbances somewhere in Europe, and you had been reading the newspapers after a heavy supper.
Stensgård.