"I see. You've no sheep to be killed?"
"Not now I haven't. 'Tis this way, I've never had but what's to be kept on the place."
"Oh, I see," said Fru Heyerdahl; "well, that was all." And she went on her way.
Axel drove up homeward, but he could not help thinking somewhat of what had passed; he rather feared he had made a false step somehow. The Lensmand's lady had been an important witness once; for and against him, but important anyway. He had been through an unpleasant time on that occasion, but, after all, he had got out of it in the end—got out of a very awkward business in connection with the body of a child found buried on his land. Perhaps, after all, he had better kill that sheep.
And, strangely enough, this thought was somehow connected with Barbro. If he came down bringing sheep for her mistress it could hardly fail to make a certain impression on Barbro herself.
But again the days went on, and nothing evil happened for their going on. Next time he drove; down to the village he had no sheep on his cart, no, still no sheep. But at the last moment he had taken a lamb. A big lamb, though; not a miserable little one by any means, and he delivered it with these words:
"'Tis rare tough meat on a wether, and no sort of a gift to bring. But this is none so bad."
But Fru Heyerdahl would not hear of taking it as a gift. "Say what you want for it," she said. Oh, a fine lady, 'twas not her way to take gifts from folk! And the end of it was that Axel got a good price for his lamb.
He saw nothing of Barbro at all. Lensmand's lady had seen him coming, and got her out of the way. And good luck go with her—Barbro that had cheated him out of his help for a year and a half!