“What think you of this device,” he asked, quickly and low. “Think you ’tis a great wrong I do?—yet needs must I speak with you.”
“It boots but little now, I trow, to think what is right and what is wrong,” said Kristin.
“Speak not so,” begged Erlend. “I bear the blame—Kristin, every day and every night have I longed for you,” he whispered close to her.
A shudder passed through her as she met his eyes for a moment. She felt it as guilt in her, when he looked so at her, that she had thought of anything but her love for him.
Brynhild Fluga had gone on before. Erlend asked, when they were come into the courtyard:
“Would you that we should go into the living-room, or shall we talk up in the loft-room?”
“As you will,” answered Kristin; and they mounted to the loft-room.
The moment he had barred the door behind them she was in his arms—
She knew not how long she had lain folded thus in his arms, when Erlend said: