The Outlaws | Page 5

among the reeds they saw giant
fish swimming, gleaming and glittering in all colors of the rainbow.
When the men threw out their lines and watched the rings on the water
widen amid the reeds, it seemed to them that the motion grew and grew
until they saw it was not they themselves alone that had occasioned it.
A Nixie, half human, half fish, lay sleeping deep down in the water.
She lay on her back, and the waves clung so closely to her body that the
men had not seen her before. It was her breath that stirred the surface.
But it did not seem to the watchers that there was anything strange in
the fact that she lay there. And when she had disappeared in the next
moment they did not know whether her appearance had been an illusion
or not.
ÊÊ The green light pierced through their eyes into their brains like a
mild intoxication. They saw visions among the reeds, visions which
they would not tell even to each other. There was not much fishing
done. The day was given up to dreams and visions.
ÊÊ A sound of oars came from among the reeds, and they started up out
of their dreaming. In a few moments a heavy boat, hewn out of a tree
trunk, came into sight, set in motion by oars not much broader than
walking sticks. The oars were in the hands of a young girl who had
been gathering water-lilies. She had long, dark brown braids of hair,
and great dark eyes, but she was strangely pale, a pallor that was not
gray, but softly pink tinted. Her cheeks were no deeper in color than the
rest of her face; her lips were scarce redder. She wore a bodice of white
linen and a leather belt with a golden clasp. Her skirt was of blue with a
broad red hem. She rowed past close by the outlaws without seeing
them. They sat absolutely quiet, less from fear of discovery than from

the desire to look at her undisturbed. When she had gone, the stone
statues became men again and smiled:
ÊÊ "She was as white as the water-lilies," said one. "And her eyes were
as dark as the water back there under the roots of the pines."
ÊÊ They were both so merry that they felt like laughing, like really
laughing as they had never laughed in this swamp before, a laugh that
would echo back from the wall of rock and loosen the roots of the
pines.
ÊÊ "Did you think her beautiful?" asked the Giant.
ÊÊ "I do not know, she passed so quickly. Perhaps she was beautiful."
ÊÊ "You probably did not dare to look at her. Did you think she was
the Nixie?"
ÊÊ And again they felt a strange desire to laugh.
* * *
ÊÊ While a child, Tord had once seen a drowned man. He had found
the corpse on the beach in broad daylight, and it had not frightened him,
but at night his dreams were terrifying. He had seemed to be looking
out over an ocean, every wave of which threw a dead body at his feet.
He saw all the rocks and islands covered with corpses of the drowned,
the drowned that were dead and belonged to the sea, but that could
move, and speak, and threaten him with their white stiffened fingers.
ÊÊ And so it was again. The girl whom he had seen in the reeds
appeared to him in his dreams. He met her again down at the bottom of
the swamp lake, where the light was greener even than in the reeds, and
there he had time enough to see that she was beautiful. He dreamed that
he sat on one of the great pine roots in the midst of the lake while the
tree rocked up and down, now under, now over the surface of the water.
Then he saw her on one of the smallest islands. She stood under the red
mountain ash and laughed at him.

ÊÊ In his very last dream it had gone so far that she had kissed him.
But then it was morning, and he heard Berg rising, but he kept his eyes
stubbornly closed that he might continue to dream. When he did awake
he was dazed and giddy from what he had seen during the night. He
thought much more about the girl than he had done the day before.
Toward evening it occurred to him to ask Berg if he knew her name. ',
ÊÊ Berg looked at him sharply. "It is better for you to know it at once,"
he said. "It was Unn. We are related to each other."
ÊÊ And then Tord knew that it was