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And when the two Miss Brunella's were as sorry to say goodbye as the youngest of the girls, when the maids and assistants had said about it. As for the gods, may they all be blessed, miss, even if they are wherever you go. It was like that, when the old gardener, ugly and lame, who I thought had barely paid attention to me all those years. When he came panting to the car, to offer me a small bouquet of geraniums and told me that I had been the light of his eyes, as much as the old man said just that, in that pain I felt in my heart! With all this and with this, when they had arrived at the nursery school, and the unexpected spectacle of the poor little children outside waving their hats and bonnets at me, and of a gray-haired gentleman and lady, whose daughter I had helped. Since it was while teaching and whose house I had visited (they were considered the proudest people in that entire region) that they didn't mind shouting: Even under that strange feeling, I said goodbye to Ester! - We wish you all the best! – At this time, I could stop wishing, while I lean on the car, while I said. - Oh, you know, what...Oh! Thank you. Thank you very much. – The woman said. - Do you know if you went many times? Even so, it was without a doubt that I soon considered that I shouldn't arrive crying wherever I was going, after everything that had been done for me. That's why I tried to wipe my tears and tried to stay calm, saying many times: - Dear, Ester, now, you must stop this! - So, don't cry anymore. So, it was at this time that I managed to present a pleasant appearance, although at some cost and after refreshing my eyes with lavender water, it was time to look at the City of Stadt der düsteren Dunkelheit. I believed we were already there when we thought it was still ten miles away, and when we actually got there, I thought we would never get there. Still, it was, however, that when we all started bumping over one calculated the number of rocks and particularly when all the other vehicles seemed to be racing towards us and we seemed to be running. As we headed towards the meeting of all the other vehicles, I began to believe that we were actually reaching the end of our journey, at which point we soon stopped. That was a guy who accidentally got paint on himself, it was when he approached us, when he was enjoying the walk next to us, after all that, when he came to talk to us. – That boy said to the maidens. - Even though I came from Lagertha and Frigg's side of Ludovich Knopfler Inn, miss. "Oh, it's a pleasure, my lord," I said. He seemed very kind. When he gave me his hand to get into a cab, after directing the removal of my bags, I asked him if there was a big fire somewhere. That mountainous region, among the trees, in the middle of the forest, on an excursion by our tutors, in the middle of talking and meeting other people from other schools, was a tourist center close to some temples, in which we visited that place, in which the streets were so filled with thick dark smoke that you could hardly see anything. - There's no problem, it's not everyone's problem, even if that's the case, miss. - He replied. - Honey, you know this is a gift, nothing more than a peculiarity of City of Stadt der düsteren Dunkelheit. I had never heard of such a thing. Then came a dark wave... - What is that? – One of them asked. - It's a fog, miss. – The boy who accompanied them said in response. - This is unexpected. - She said. -Oh! Really. - I answered. We went slowly through the dirtiest and darkest streets I had ever seen in the world; I thought it was like this in such a state, it was even disturbing confusion that I wondered how all those people could keep their sense of direction, Even though we were able to stop in a sudden stillness, under an old gate and the car crossed a silent square, taking us to the strange corner of a corner, where there was an entrance to a flight of wide and steep stairs, similar to a dimensional temple staircase. There really was a dimensional temple forecourt, outside, beneath some cloisters, as I could see the tombstones from the staircase window. It was Lagertha and Frigg's house, it was then that after we crossed an office, At that time, I introduced myself to the boy in Mr. Lagertha's room. I learned that no one lived there, and he delicately offered me an armchair by the fire, sometime later, this drew my attention to a small mirror that hung from a nail, it was on one side of the fireplace shelf, that place was beautiful and strange, very lugubrious, even gothic. - So, so that you want to look at yourself after the trip, before appearing before the judge... - I don't think it will be necessary. – That boy said, with all pomp and politeness. - Sometime later he must appear before the judge of darkness. - I asked, somewhat amazed and surprised. - This is just a formality. – The boy replied. Mr. Lagertha is currently in the forum, where he left his greetings to the lady, in which he would like her to help herself to something (there were cookies and a bottle of wine on a small table. Sometime later, this was seen in the newspaper, which the young man handed to me as he spoke. Using the poker, he stirred the fire in the fireplace to increase the flame and heat. Everything was so strange, even though the strangest thing was that it was night in broad daylight, candles burning with a white flame and looking damp and cold. It was like this, when I read the words in the newspaper without understanding what they meant, and I surprised myself by reading the same words over and over again. How useless it was to continue like that when I put down the newspaper then. At that time, I took a look at my hat in the mirror, just to see if it was straight, and I looked around the room (very dimly lit, among which there were dusty and worn tables. Those stacks of papers and a bookshelf full of meaningless-looking books that said nothing of the sort. Then I started thinking, thinking, thinking. The fire continued to burn, burn, burn. The candles continued to flicker and drip, as there were no candles, until the boy brought a couple of very dirty ones, all of which lasted about two hours. Finally, Mr. Lagertha arrived, that wouldn't change anything, but he seemed surprised to see the enormous change that had taken place in me, and he seemed completely satisfied. - So, how are you going to keep company with the young lady who is now in a private room in the forum, Miss Solveig? - He said. - We'll see about that later, whether we find it strange or strange, but that's beside the point, but it's good that you waited a little too. I believe you will not be disturbed before the Lord Chancellor. - Not yet sir. – The young woman said. - Even if I do now, I don't think I will stay. Since this is really strange, even abnormal, I didn't see any reason to be upset about it. Then Mr. Lagertha took my arm, we turned the corner under a colonnade and entered a side door. In this way we arrived, along a corridor, to a kind of comfortable room, where a young lady and a young man All the boys and other people were standing near the fireplace to feel the heat of the fire, which was huge and noisy, with a screen separating it from the fireplace, against which they leaned and talked. They both looked up when I entered and I saw that the young lady, in whom the glow of the fire was reflected, was a beautiful girl, with abundant golden hair, gentle blue eyes and a bright, innocent, and loyal face. — Miss Yrsa — said Mr. Lagertha — this is Miss Solveig. She came to meet me, with a welcoming smile and an outstretched hand, but in an instant, she seemed to change her mind and kissed me. In short, it was so natural, so captivating and charming that, within a few minutes, we found ourselves sitting in the ashlar of the window, with the light of the fire reflecting on us, talking in the most frank and happy way. What a burden was lifted from my thoughts! That was a delightful thing to know that she could trust me and like me! How kind of you and how much it gave me encouragement! Some said to me, that the boy was her distant cousin and was called Trygve Carstone, and that he was just a beautiful young boy, with a naive face and a very attractive smile, that sometime after she called him to where we were all sitting there.