Oyvind grew and became a clever boy; he was among the first scholars at school, and at home he was faithful in all his tasks.

This was because at home he loved his mother and at school the school-master; he saw but little of his father, who was always either off fishing or was attending to the mill, where half the parish had their grinding done.
What had the most influence on his mind in these days was the school-master's history, which his mother related to him one evening as they sat by the hearth.

It sank into his books, it thrust itself beneath every word the school-master spoke, it lurked in the school-room when all was still.

It caused him to be obedient and reverent, and to have an easier apprehension as it were of everything that was taught him.
The history ran thus:-- The school-master's name was Baard, and he once had a brother whose name was Anders.

They thought a great deal of each other; they both enlisted; they lived together in the town, and took part in the war, both being made corporals, and serving in the same company.