Victoria - A Love Story E-Book

Knut Hamsun

• Herausgeber: Jazzybee Verlag
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 153

Beschreibung

"Victoria - A Love Story" stands all by itself in the long series of works by Knut Hamsun. The chief male character, to be sure, bears the stamp of the author's own personality; he, like his predecessors, clashes with society and its unwritten laws, but succeeds in adjusting himself without betraying his innermost being. Only in his love he suffers disaster. In poetic quality Victoria vies with Pan. We find long passages of lyric prose in both, the beauty of which is hard to surpass, but they have nothing in common with regard to the general atmosphere. Victoria is only a simple love story in prose. But what a prose where the author is at his best! Two youthful lovers are separated by the insuperable barriers of social conventions and economic circumstances. The young man, Johannes, is the son of a humble miller, Victoria the daughter of the proud master of the neighboring castle Hamsun intentionally leaves his readers somewhat in the dark about the exact social status of this old aristocrat. Johannes and Victoria have grown up together, have been playmates, and have come to love each other long before they reached adolescence. To save her lavish father from utter ruin, Victoria consents to marry a rich suitor. During the period of her engagement, she confesses to Johannes that she loves him, only to send him away on the next day because the whole thing is impossible, even though Johannes has made a man of himself and has already achieved fame as a poet. Bu then, at the eleventh hour fate seems to intervene …

Leseprobe

Victoria

A Love Story

KNUT HAMSUN

Victoria, Knut Hamsun

Jazzybee Verlag Jürgen Beck

86450 Altenmünster, Loschberg 9

Deutschland

ISBN: 9783988680471

www.jazzybee-verlag.de

[email protected]

CONTENTS:

I1

II8

III16

IV.. 23

V.. 29

VI34

VII37

VIII41

IX.. 52

X.. 58

XI60

XII66

XIII69

I

THE Miller’s son walked in thought. He was a big lad of fourteen, tanned by sun and wind, and full of all manner of ideas.

When he grew up, he would go to work in a match factory. It was so jolly and dangerous; he might get his fingers covered with sulphur so that nobody would dare shake hands with him. He would be thought a lot of by his chums on account of his lurid trade.

He looked about in the wood for his birds. For he knew them all, knew where their nests were, understood their cries, and had different calls to answer them. More than once he had given them dough-balls made of flour from his father’s mill.

All these trees along the path were good friends of his. In spring he had drawn their sap, and in winter had been a little father to them, freeing them of snow and helping them to hold up their boughs. And even up in the abandoned granite quarry there wasn’t a stone that was a stranger to him; he had cut letters and signs on them and set them up, arranged them like a congregation around their parson. All kinds of strange things happened in that old granite quarry.

He turned off and came down to the milldam. The mill was at work; an immense and ponderous noise surrounded him. He was in the habit of wandering about here, talking to himself aloud; every bead of foam seemed to have a little life to talk about, and over by the sluice the water fell straight down and looked like a shining sheet of stuff hung out to dry. In the pool below the fall there were fish; he had stood there with his rod many a time.

When he grew up he would be a diver. That was it. Then he would step down into the sea from the deck of a ship and enter strange realms and countries where great and wonderful forests stood swaying and a castle of coral lay at the bottom. And the Princess beckoned to him from a window and said, “ Come in! ”

Then he heard his name called; his father stood behind him and shouted, “ Johannes! There’s a message for you from the Castle. You’re to row the children over to the island! ”

He went off in a hurry. A new favour and a great one had been vouchsafed to the Miller’s son.

“ The Mansion ” looked like a little castle on the green landscape; indeed, it was like a stupendous palace in its solitude. The house was built of wood and painted white, with many bow-windows in its walls and roof, and a flag flew on the round tower when there were visitors. People called it the Castle. And outside its grounds lay the bay on one side and on the other the great forests; far away some little farms were to be seen.

Johannes appeared at the landing-stage and got the young people into the boat. He knew them of old; they were the children of the Castle and their friends from town. They all had on high boots for wading; but Victoria, who only had little shoes on, and besides was not more than ten, she had to be carried ashore when they reached the island.

“ Shall I carry you? ” asked Johannes.

“ Let me! ” said Otto, the gentleman from town, a man nearly old enough to leave school, and he took her in his arms.

Johannes stood and watched her being carried high up on land and heard her thanks. Then Otto looked back:

“ Well, you’ll look after the boat — what was his name? ”

“ Johannes,” answered Victoria. “ Yes, he’ll look after the boat.”

He was left behind. The others went off into the island, carrying baskets for collecting eggs. He stood pondering for a while; he would have liked to go with the others, and they could have dragged the boat ashore for the matter of that. Too heavy? It wasn’t too heavy. And he laid his fist on the boat and hauled it up a little way.

He heard the laughter and chatter of the young party growing fainter. All right, good-bye for the present. But they might have taken him with them. He knew of nests that he could have taken them to, wonderful hidden holes in the rock, where birds of prey lived, with tufts on their beaks. And once he had seen a stoat.

He shoved the boat off and started to row round to the other side of the island. He had rowed a good way when they shouted to him:

“ Row back. You’re scaring the birds.”

“ I only wanted to show you where the stoat lives,” he answered tentatively. He waited a moment. “ And then we could smoke out the snakes’ nest? I’ve got some matches.”

He got no answer. Then he turned the boat and rowed back to the landing-place. He drew the boat up.

When he grew up he would buy an island of the Sultan and forbid any one to approach it. A gunboat should guard his shores. Your Lordship, the slaves would come and tell him, there’s a boat aground on the reef. She has struck; the young people in her will perish. Let them perish! he answers. Your Lordship, they are calling for help; we can save them yet, and there is a woman in white among them. Save them! he commands in a voice of thunder. Then he meets the children of the Castle again after many years, and Victoria throws herself at his feet and thanks him for her rescue. Nothing to thank me for, it was but my duty, he answers. Go freely where you will within my domains. And then he has the gates of the palace thrown open to the company and feasts them on golden dishes, and three hundred brown slave girls sing and dance the whole night long. But when it is time for the children of the Castle to leave, Victoria cannot go; she throws herself in the dust before him and sobs because she loves him. Let me stay here; thrust me not away, Your Lordship; let me be one of your slaves....

He began to walk quickly across the island, thrilled through with emotion. Very well, he would rescue the Castle children. Who knows, perhaps they had lost their way? Perhaps Victoria had got stuck between two rocks and could not get out? He would only have to reach out his arm to set her free.

But the children looked at him in astonishment when he came. Had he left the boat?

“ I hold you responsible for the boat,” said Otto.

“ I could show you where there are some wild raspberries? ” suggested Johannes.

Silence among the party. Victoria came to the rescue.

“No? Where are they? ”

But the gentleman from town put temptation aside and said:

“ We can’t bother about that now.”

Johannes said:

“ I know where we can find mussels, too. ”

Silence again.

“ Are there pearls in them? ” asked Otto.

“ Fancy if there were! ” said Victoria.

Johannes replied, No, he didn’t know about that; but the mussels were a long way out on the white sand; they would have to have the boat and dive for them.

That finished that idea, and Otto remarked:

“ Yes, you look like a diver, don’t you? ”

Johannes began to breathe heavily.

“ If you like I can go up the rocks there and loll a big stone down into the sea,” he said.

“ What for? ”

“ Oh, nothing. But you could watch it.”

But that proposal was not accepted either, and Johannes held his tongue and felt ashamed. Then he went off to look for eggs a long way from the others, in another part of the island.

When the whole party came together again down by the boat Johannes had many more eggs than the rest; he carried them carefully in his cap.

“ How is it that you found so many? ” asked Otto.

“ I know where the nests are,” answered Johannes, feeling happy. “ Now, I’ll put them with yours, Victoria.”

“ Stop! ” cried Otto. “ What are you doing that for? ”

Everybody looked at him. Otto pointed to his cap and said:

“ How am I to know that that cap is clean? ”

Johannes said nothing. His happiness came to an abrupt end. Then he began walking up the island again, taking the eggs with him.

“ What’s the matter with him? Where’s he going? ” said Otto impatiently.

“ Where are you going, Johannes? ” cried Victoria, running after him.

He stopped and answered quietly:

“ I’m going to put the eggs back in the nests.”

They stood for a moment looking at each other.

“ And then I’m going up to the quarry this afternoon,” he said.

She made no answer.

“ Then I could show you the cave.”

“ Oh, but I’m so frightened,” she answered. “You said it was so dark.”

Then Johannes smiled in spite of his great sorrow and said courageously:

“ Yes, but I shall be with you.”

All his life he had played in the old granite quarry. People had heard him working and holding forth up there, though he was all alone; sometimes he had been a parson and had held a service.

The place had been abandoned long ago; moss grew on the stones, and the marks of boring and blasting were almost obliterated. But the Miller’s son had cleared the inside of the secret cave and decked it out most ingeniously, and there he dwelt, chief of the world’s bravest robber band.

He rings a silver bell. A little manikin, a dwarf with a diamond clasp in his cap, hops in. This is his servant. He bows to the dust. When Princess Victoria comes, bring her in! says Johannes in a loud voice. The dwarf bows to the dust again and vanishes. Johannes stretches himself comfortably on the soft divan and thinks. There he would lead her to a seat and offer her costly dishes on gold and silver plate; a blazing fire should light up the cave; behind the heavy curtain of gold brocade at the back of the cave her couch should be prepared and twelve knights should stand on guard....

Johannes got up, crept out of the cave, and listened. There was a rustling of twigs and leaves on the path.

“ Victoria! ” he called.

“ Yes,” came the answer.

He went to meet her.

“ I hardly dare,” she said.

He swayed his shoulders and answered:

“ I’ve just been in there. I’ve only just come out.”

They went into the cave. He showed her to a seat on a stone and said:

“ That’s the stone the giant was sitting on.”

“Ugh, stop, don’t tell me! Weren’t you frightened? ”

“ No.”

“ Well, but you said he only had one eye; then. he must have been a troll.”

Johannes thought a moment.

“ He had two eyes, but he was blind of one. He said so himself.”

“ What else did he say? No, don’t tell me!”

“ He asked if I would serve him.”

“ Oh, but you wouldn’t, would you? How awful! ”

“ Well, I didn’t say no. Not right out.”

“ Are you mad? Do you want to be shut up inside the mountain? ”

“ Well, I don’t know. Things are pretty bad on earth, too.”

Pause.

“ Since these town boys came, you spend all your time with them,” he said.

Another pause.

Johannes went on:

“ But I have more strength to lift you out of the boat and carry you than any of them. I’m sure I’m strong enough to hold you up a whole hour. Look here.”

He took her in his arms and lifted her up. She held on to his neck.

“ There, now you mustn’t hold me any longer.”

He put her down. She said:

“Yes, but Otto is strong, too. And he has fought grown-up men, too.”

Johannes asked doubtfully:

“ Grown-up men? ”

“ Yes, he has. In town.”

Pause. Johannes was thinking.

“ Very well, that’s the end of that,” he said. “ I know what I shall do.”

“ What will you do? ”

“ I shall take service with the giant.”

“ Oh, but you’re mad, do you hear! ” screamed Victoria.

“ Oh well, it’s all the same to me. I shall do it.”

Victoria was thinking of a way out.

“ Yes, but perhaps he won’t come back again? ”

Johannes answered:

“ He’ll come.”

“ Here? ” she asked quickly.

“ Yes.”

Victoria got up and made for the entrance.

“ Come along, we’d better go out again.”

“ There’s no hurry,” said Johannes, who had turned pale himself. “ He won’t come before to-night. At the hour of midnight.”

Victoria felt reassured and was going to sit down again. But Johannes didn’t find it easy to lay the uncanny feeling he had himself called up; the cave was getting too dangerous for him, and he said:

“ If you really want to go out again, I have a stone out there with your name on it. I’ll show it you.”

They crept out of the cave and found the stone. Victoria was proud of it and happy. Johannes was touched — he could have cried — and he said:

“ When you look at it you must think of me sometimes when I am gone. Give me a kind thought.”

“ Of course,” answered Victoria. “ But you’ll come back, won’t you? ”

“ Oh, goodness knows! No, I don’t suppose I shall.”

They began to walk homewards. Johannes was near to tears.

“ Well, good-bye,” said Victoria.

“ No, I can go with you a little farther.”

But her heartlessness in being so ready to bid him good-bye had made him bitter, stirred up the wrath in his wounded heart. He stopped abruptly and said with righteous indignation: “ But I’ll tell you this, Victoria, you won’t get anybody who would have been so kind to you as I should. That’s all I’ve got to say.”

“ Well, but Otto is kind, too,” she objected.

“ All right, take him.”

They went a few paces in silence.

“ I shall have a splendid time. Don’t be afraid about that. You don’t even know what my reward’s going to be.”

“ No. What is it going to be? ”

“ Half of the kingdom. That was the first thing.”

“ Fancy, are you going to have that? ”

“ And then I’m to get the Princess.” Victoria stopped still.

“ That’s not true, is it? ”

“ Yes, it is,” he said.

Pause. Victoria remarked absently:

“ I wonder what she looks like? ”

“ Oh, bless you, she’s prettier than any one on earth. And that we knew before.” Victoria was conquered.

“ Will you take her then? ” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered, “ that’s what it will come to.” But as Victoria was really moved, he added: “ But maybe I’ll come back some time. I might come up to earth for a trip again.”

“ Well, but don’t bring her with you then,” she begged. “ Why should you bring her with you? ”

“No, I could come by myself, I dare say.”

“ Will you promise me that? ”

“ Oh yes, I can promise that. But what does it matter to you? I can’t expect you to care.”

“You mustn’t say that, do you hear? ” answered Victoria. “I’m certain she isn’t so fond of you as I am.”

A glow of rapture thrilled his young heart. He could have sunk into the earth from joy and bashfulness at her words. He dared not look at her; he looked away. Then he picked up a stick off the ground, scraped off its bark, and hit himself on the hand with it. At last he began to whistle in his embarrassment.

“ Well, I shall have to be going home,” he said.

“ Goodbye then,” she answered, and gave him her hand.

II

THE Miller’s son went away. He stayed away a long time, went to school, and learned a great deal, grew up, big and strong, and got down on his upper lip. It was so far to town, the journey there and back cost so much, that the thrifty Miller kept his son in town summer and winter for many years. He studied all the time.

But now he was grown into a man; he was eighteen or twenty.

Then one afternoon in spring he landed from the steamer. The flag was flying at the Castle in honour of the son who had also come home for his holidays by the same boat; a carriage had been sent down to the pier to fetch him. Johannes bowed to the Master and Mistress of the Castle and Victoria. How big and tall Victoria had grown! She did not return his greeting.

He took off his cap again and heard her ask her brother:

“ Look, Ditlef, who’s that bowing? ”

Her brother answered:

“ That’s Johannes — Johannes Miller.”

She darted her eyes at him again; but he was too bashful to bow any more. Then the carriage drove off.

Johannes took himself home.

Dear me, what a funny little place it was! He could hardly get into the door without stooping. His parents brought out wine for the occasion. His feelings gripped him; it was all so dear and so touching, his father and mother so good and so grey; they gave him their hands in turn and welcomed him home again.

The very same evening he walked round and looked at everything — the mill, the quarry, and the place where he used to fish — listened with a touch of sadness to the birds he knew, which were already building their nests in the trees, and took a turn round by the big ant-hill in the wood. The ants were gone; the hill was deserted. He dug into it; there was not a sign of life. As he wandered about, he noticed that a lot of trees had been cut down in the Castle woods.

“ Do you recognize the place again? ” his father asked jokingly. “ Have you found your old thrushes? ”

“ I find some changes. There’s been some felling.”

“ It’s the Master’s wood,” his father answered. “ It’s not for us to count his trees. Anybody may be in want of money; the Master wants a deal of money.”

The days came and went, mild, lovely days, wonderful hours of solitude, with gentle memories of childhood, the call of earth and sky, of air and hills.