I remember when we were children, and you were so kind to me; and I always sat on your sled, and I could wish that I were a child again.
I cannot ask you to answer me, for I dare not do so.

But if you will answer just once more I will never forget it in you, Oyvind.
MARIT KNUDSDATTER.
Please burn this letter; I scarcely know whether I dare send it.
DEAR MARIT,--Thank you for your letter; you wrote it in a lucky hour.
I will tell you now, Marit, that I love you so much that I can scarcely wait here any longer; and if you love me as truly in return all the lampoons of Jon and harsh words of others shall be like leaves which grow too plentifully on the tree.

Since I received your letter I feel like a new being, for double my former strength has come to me, and I fear no one in the whole world.

After I had sent my last letter I regretted it so that I almost became ill.

And now you shall hear what the result of this was.