“Nay—do you it to set right the wrong you have done so young a maid,” answered Simon, unmoved, “’twill be better so for Kristin.”
Kristin gave a loud cry, in pain at Erlend’s pain. She stamped upon the floor:
“Go, then, Simon, go—what have you to do with our affairs?”
“I told you but now,” said Simon. “You must bear with me till your father has loosed you and me from each other.”
Kristin broke down utterly:
“Go, go, I will follow straightway—. Jesus! why do you torture me so, Simon—you know you deem not yourself I am worthy that you should trouble about me—”
“’Tis not for your sake I do it,” answered Simon. “Erlend—will you not tell her to go with me?”
Erlend’s face quivered. He touched her on the shoulder:
“You must go, Kristin. Simon Darre and I will speak of this at another time—”
Kristin got up obediently and fastened her cloak about her. Her shoes stood by the bed-side—She remembered them, but she could not put them on under Simon’s eyes.