In the concluding volume of The Master of Hestviken epic, Sigrid Undset combines an astonishing fidelity to the landscape, culture, and mores of thirteenth-century Norway with a timeless insight into the labyrinths of passion and bitterness, guilt and faith. As a young man Olav Audunsson... read more
“Another thing he saw, though he knew not how it came about that he could see it: that souls have no age. Sin and grace fashion them and give them shape, but not as years and labour and sickness mark the bodily husk. Ingunn's ravaged body and his own weatherbeaten, war-scarred frame were but as hard-worn garments...”
“Eirik acknowledged the truth of all that had been said by the holy fathers — the judgment of men, wordly prosperity, and all such things now seemed so small in his eyes that he could only wonder how anyone cared to strive so hard for them as they did — with pain and grief, with cunning, treachery, and violence. Had it not been for Gunhild and the love that was between them, had it not been that Cecilia and Jörund needed his support, he would gladly have let all else go, and today rather than tomorrow. But he was now beginning to see the meaning of being in the world and not of the world — he felt there was nothing more that could subdue his innermost freedom and peace of mind.”
“Sleep was impossible — his mind was in a whirl: the long day's ride, and Jörund, and his struggle with the madman in the water, and the dead lad in the loft, the deserted cottage at Rundmyr, and Cecilia — the sudden distortion of her pale features into the very face of naked hate, the icy glint in her deep clear eyes. Fear for his sister made him shudder — never could Cecilia stray on those false paths that Eldrid had followed, but it dawned upon him that hate knows many roads, and they all lead to the same goal at last.”
“Then the very rays from the source of light broke out and poured down over him. For an instant he stared with open eyes straight into the eye of the sun, tried even, wild with love and longing, to gaze yet deeper into God. He sank back in red fire, all about him was a living blaze, and he knew that now the prison tower that he had built around him was burning. But salved by the glance that surrounded him, he would walk out unharmed over the glowing embers of his burned house, into the Vision that is eternal bliss, and the fire that burned him was not so ardent as his longing.”
Part One: Winter
Part Two: The Son Avenger
On page 63, the word "froward" is mistakenly printed instead of "forward".
Preceded by In the Wilderness.
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