Chapter 5 fifth part

one At the end of the spring day they had shared, the fall of night brought back the feeling of winter to them, and they went home to supper before the fire with burning branches. The last time they had dinner together!But they still had a whole night to sleep in each other's arms, and this expectation prevented them from immediately mourning. After supper they went out and set foot on Pol.On the small road in Aiwang Village, I regained a bit of the warmth of spring. The air is quiet and windless, almost warm, and the remnants of twilight still linger on the fields for a long time. Since Yang En was going to say goodbye to his relatives, they went to his parents' house together, but they came back early to sleep, and planned to get up at dawn the next morning.

two The next morning, the pier in Paimpol was packed with people.The Icelanders sailed two days before, and with each high tide a new batch sailed to the sea.Fifteen ships were to set off with the Leopoldina this morning, and the wives and mothers of the sailors came to see them off.Gaud was amazed that he should be among them, an Icelander's wife, who had come here for the same fate.Her fortunes took such a turn in a few days that she hardly had time to face reality well; she slid down an unstoppable steep slope to such an inevitable end that she now had to live with it, Just like the other women, the ones who are used to suffering

Never before had she been so closely involved in such a scene, this parting scene.All of this is new and unfamiliar.Among these women, she didn't see anyone like herself, so she felt a little lonely and stood out from the crowd; her former lady status, anyway, always existed, separating her from others. On this day of separation, the weather is still fine, but there are heavy waves rolling from the west on the ocean surface, which indicates that the wind will rise. People can see from a distance that the sea waiting for these people is broken into pieces outside the pier. spray. Around Goth, there are some women who are full of tears like her, looking beautiful; there are also some people who are laughing and indifferent, these are some women who have no feelings, or have not yet fallen in love with anyone.Some old women, feeling the threat of death, left their sons weeping; Gloomily boarded the ship.

All sorts of savagery also happened at this time, and some unfortunate people who had signed a contract in a hotel in a daze one day were now forcibly sent aboard, their wives urging them along with the police.Some of them were so strong that in order to prevent them from resisting, people got them drunk in advance, carried them aboard on stretchers, and unloaded them in the bilge like dead people. Gaut watched them go by in horror. What kind of companion would her Yang Eun live with?And what kind of a dreadful occupation is this way of showing the Icelandic occupation, which inspires such dread in some men?

But there were also smiling sailors who, no doubt, shared Young's love of life at sea and great fisheries.These people are good-looking, their appearance is noble and beautiful, if they are unmarried, they cast a last glance at the girls and go away without any worries; sorrows and hopes of returning richer, kissing their wives or children.Goth felt a little relieved when he saw that the people on the Leopoldina were like this. The ship had indeed selected a group of good crew members. Fishing boats are towed out of the port by tugboats in a row of two or four.As soon as the ship was anchored, the sailors took off their hats and sang the hymn of Our Lady loudly: Salute, star of the sea!On the pier, women waved their hands in the air, saying their final farewells while tears streamed down their veiled veils.

As soon as the Leopoldina departed, Gaud walked quickly to Gavo's house.She walked for an hour and a half along the coast on the familiar path in Prombara, and she was there, at the end of the land, in her new family. The Leopoldina will be at Pol.They dropped anchor in the big bay in front of the village of Aiwang, and did not leave until evening; they made an appointment to meet there again.Sure enough, he came back in the dinghy that was on board, and he came back three hours to say his last goodbyes to her. On the land, there is no wind and waves at all, and it is always the same beautiful spring scenery and the same peaceful sky.They walked arm in arm on the road for a while, reminiscent of yesterday's walk, but they can't be together tonight.They walked aimlessly, turned back in the direction of Paimpol, and soon came to their house, quite unintentionally, but involuntarily; so they returned home at last, Evna Grandma was startled when she saw them appear together.

Yang En asked Gott to take good care of all the little things he left in the cabinet, especially the beautiful clothes he had when he got married, and to shake them out frequently to bask in the sun.Sailors had learned this on board the warships, and Gaud smiled at seeing him so expert; but he could rest assured that all his belongings would be cared for and preserved with love and care. In fact, worrying about this is very secondary to them; they say these things for the sake of talking, to divert their sorrow of parting. Yang En mentioned that the fishing spots on the Leopoldina had been allocated by lottery just now, and he was very happy to draw the best spots.Goth, who knew next to nothing about Iceland, asked him to explain.

You see, Goth, he said, in the sides of our fishing boats there are holes cut in certain parts, which we call holes, to set up some brackets with tackles, from which our rods come reach out.So, before we set out, we would roll dice, or touch numbers in sailor hats, to assign these caves.After each person occupies his own position, he has no right to put his fishing rod in other places throughout the fishing season, and it remains unchanged.I'm in the stern this time, you know, where you can catch more fish; and, since it's next to the stays, you can tie a piece of cloth over there, a waterproof, a little piece of whatever You can protect your face from the blows of snowflakes, hailstones and the like over there; this is very useful, do you understand; when encountering dark clouds and squalls, the skin can be less painful, and the eyes can also See things for a longer period of time.

They spoke in low, low voices, as if afraid of scaring away what little time they had left, afraid of letting time slip by faster.The character of their conversation was different from that of all conversations that inevitably ended, and the most meaningless trifles they talked about seemed to have grown profound and momentous that day. At the last minute before leaving, Yang En picked up his wife, and they hugged silently for a long time, without saying a word, they just hugged each other tightly. He stepped aboard, and the gray sails were unfurled to fill a light wind from the west.She could still make out him, waving his cap in the agreed way.Yang En, who had been staring at her for a long time, was fading away on the sea like a shadow.This is still him, a small black human figure standing on the blue-gray sea water, already blurred, gradually disappearing into the distance that cannot be seen clearly despite staring at it, and finally completely invisible

With the Leopoldina gone, Gaud followed it along the cliff as if attracted by a magnet. Presently she had to stop, for the land was gone; and she sat down at the foot of the last great cross which was erected between the gorse and the stones.Since this is a high point, looking at the sea from here, it seems that the sea in the distance is rising, and the distant Leopoldina seems to be gradually rising, floating very, very small on the slope of this huge circle.There were great slow waves on the water, which seemed to be the last echoes of a terrible storm elsewhere beyond the horizon; but in the deep sea where Young was, as far as the eye could see, all was calm.

Goth had been watching, trying to impress upon his memory the shape of the ship, the image of its rigging, and its hull, so that it might be recognized from afar when it returned, waiting for it in the same spot. From the west continue to rise great waves, rolling one after the other in regular order, without a moment's rest, without interruption, making repeated useless efforts, breaking down on the same rocks, spreading in the same places, drowning the same at the sandy beach.The dull turmoil of the sea, accompanied by the tranquility of the sky and the atmosphere, is very strange after a long time; it seems that the seabed is filled with too much water, and it seems to be overflowing to encroach on the beach. At this time, the Leopoldina became smaller and farther away, and finally disappeared.Probably the tide carried it away, for the wind was light tonight and it went very fast.It became a small gray speck almost reaching the edge of the circumference of the still visible sea, and thus entering the other side of the infinite expanse where darkness began to come. At seven o'clock in the evening, when night fell and the boat disappeared, Gaud turned home, quite strong, though the tears kept pouring out.Really, what a difference, what a darker emptiness, if he had left without even saying goodbye, as he had done the previous two years!Now everything has changed, softened; her Yang En is so owned by her, and although he has set off, she feels so loved by him, and when she returns to the house alone, she can at least start from here for the autumn. Find comfort and sweet anticipation in saying goodbye. three The melancholy, hot and quiet summer is over.She watched the first yellow leaves, the first swallows and the opening of the chrysanthemums. Her Torekjavik's mail and cruiser brought him letters; but no one knew whether they could be brought. At the end of July, she received a letter from him, in which he told her that on the day he wrote the letter (the 10th of this month) he was in good health, the fishery was in good condition, and he already had 1,500 fish for his share.The letter was written throughout in the unadorned style of the Icelanders, with the uniformity of their letters home.People raised like Young simply don't know how to write about the countless things they think, feel, or dream about.Gaud, who was more educated than him, knew how to pay attention to these, and could read between the lines the affection he failed to express.Several times in the four pages of the letter he referred to her as his wife, as if it pleased him to repeat the title.Moreover, it is written on the address alone: ​​Plubalane, Mohan's house, Marguerite.Mrs. Garvo received it, and she was so happy that she read it several times.She is called Margaret.Madame Gavo, there is only such a short time! Four During the summer months, she worked a lot.The women of Paimpol, who at first said that she had large and beautiful young lady's hands, who had doubted the talent of this up-and-coming maid, now saw that she was best at sewing dresses that made people look graceful; She almost became a seamstress of some repute. She spent all the money she earned decorating the house while she waited for his return.The wardrobes, the old tiered wardrobe beds, were all reworked, painted, and shiny hardware; she fitted the sea-facing skylight with glass and curtains, and bought a pair of winter New quilts, a table and chairs. All of this, she did not use the money Yang En left her when he left, and she kept the money intact in a small Chinese box so that he could show it to him when he came back. On summer nights, she sat in front of the door with Grandma Evna (whose mind and spirit improved significantly when the weather was hot), taking advantage of the last light of the day to weave a beautiful fisherman's blue dress for Yang En. Sweaters; she wove some intricate and delicate patterns on the neckline and cuffs; Grandma Yvonne used to be a knitting expert, and gradually recalled the craft from her youth and passed it on to her.This is a hand job that requires a lot of yarn, because Young's sweaters have to be very large. At this time, especially at night, people start to realize that the days are getting shorter, some of the plants that have grown so vigorously in July have become a little yellow and withered, and the purple chervil on the roadside is blooming again on longer stalks. Smaller flowers; at last the end of August came, and one evening one of the first Icelandic fishing boats to return appeared at Bol.The headland of Aiwang village.The homecoming holiday season has begun. People flocked to the cliff to meet it; which ship was it? This is the Samuel|Azened; it's always the first to come back. Surely, says Young's old father, the Leopoldina won't be too late; yonder, I know that when one ship starts coming home, the rest won't be able to stay. five They're back, those Icelanders.Two boats returned on the second day, four on the third day, and twelve in the following week.In this part of the country, too, joy returned with them, the wives and mothers were rejoicing, and the taverns were full of activity, where the pretty girls of Paimpol entertained the fishermen with drinks. Ten ships did not return, and the Leopoldina belonged to this belated party.It won't be too long, and Gaut, thinking that there is at most a week (this is the time limit she has set to avoid disappointment) before Jann will be home, sinks into a state of sweet anticipation excitement, and she tidies up the house. It was very neat and clean, and the windows were clear, so that he could receive him home. Everything was arranged, there was nothing to do, and in the anxious waiting she could think of nothing of importance. Three more belated boats landed.Then came five more.Only two boats never came back. Then, someone smiled and said to her, this year either the Leopoldina or the Marie Jeanne will pick up the broomstick for the return voyage. Gaud, who had become more lively and beautiful in the joy of anticipation, laughed at this. six However, the days passed. She continued to dress up beautifully, pretend to be happy, and went to the pier to chat with others.She said that such delays were common, didn't they happen every year?ah!First of all, what fine sailors those are, and two such fine ships! Then, when she got home, she began to shiver slightly at night with pain and anxiety. Is it really possible?Had what she dreaded come so early?Is something wrong? She was already terrified, but now she became terrified seven September tenth!time flies! One morning, when the earth was covered with cold mist, a true autumn morning, the rising sun found her sitting early in the porch of the chapel of the martyrs, where the widows prayed; It's as tight as a hoop. Two days had passed since the miserable morning mist, and this morning, because of the signs of winter, she awoke with an even more piercing anxiety. What's more in one minute?It is common for people to come back fifteen days late, or even a month's boat. There was no doubt something special about this morning, since for the first time she had come to sit under the porch of this chapel, rereading the names of the young dead. to commemorate Ion.Gavo, died in Norden.sea ​​near fio I heard a gust of wind on the sea, like a severe chill, and at the same time, something fell on the roof like rain and snow: dead leaves!Some blew into the porch; the old trees with scattered branches in the yard were shaken by the sea wind and dropped their leaves.Winter is coming! In the hurricane of August 4-5, 1880, Died in Norden.sea ​​near fio She read mechanically, and then looked out from under the pointed arch of the door, searching the distant sea: this morning, the sea was very hazy under the gray fog, and a band of cloud was like a huge funeral. The mantle hangs in the distance. There was another gust of wind, and dead leaves flew in.A stronger wind, like the westerly wind that had swept the dead into the sea, tried to shake the inscriptions that reminded the living of their names. Gaud stared involuntarily at an empty spot on the wall which seemed to be waiting with a terrible obsession that a new plaque bearing another name might soon be placed there, and this Thoughts haunted her hard, and she didn't even dare to think about that name in this kind of place. Sitting on this granite bench, with her head leaning against the stone wall, she felt very cold. During the hurricane of August 4-5, Died in Norden.in the sea near feo twenty-three years old May he rest in peace! Iceland and its little cemetery loomed before her, far away, distant Iceland, illuminated by the midnight sun from below, and suddenly, still that empty space in the wall that seemed vacant She with a terrible clarity, She saw a vision of the new card she had in mind: a new wooden card with a skull and crossbones painted on it, with Guang Cancan's name written in the middle, her beloved name, Yang En!So she stood up suddenly, like a mad woman, with a hoarse cry from her throat Outside, the earth is always shrouded in gray morning mist; dead leaves continue to fly in. Footsteps sounded on the path!somebody is coming?So she stood up, straightened her body, quickly straightened her headscarf, and put on a nonchalant expression.The footsteps were getting closer and closer, someone was about to come in.She hastened to pretend that she had come here by chance, and she did not want to look like a wrecked sailor's wife. It was Fonte, the wife of the first mate of the Leopoldina, who entered.Flury, the woman understood at once what Gaut was here for, and that it was no use pretending to her.At first they stood silently facing each other, and the two women, feeling more and more terrified, were in the same feeling of fear, even resentment, that they were very sorry to meet here. The people from Tréguier and Saint-Brieuc were all back a week ago, said Fonte at last in a hoarse voice that seemed a little annoyed. She brings a candle to make a wish. Ah, yes, make a wish Gaud would not think of that, would not think of such a pathetic solution.But she silently followed Fonte into the chapel, kneeling side by side like two sisters. Facing the star Madonna of the sea, they poured out all their emotions and said some fervent prayers, and then, after a while, there was only a sound of sobbing, and their rapid tears began to fall on the ground. They rose softer and more trusting to each other, and Fonte helped the staggering Gaud, drew her into his arms, and kissed her. They wiped away their tears, straightened their hair, brushed the nitrate and dust from the flagstones on the knees of their skirts, and went back along different roads in silence. eight The end of September this year was like another summer, only a little bit bleak.It had been such a fine year that one would have thought it was a fine June had it not been for the dead leaves that fell on the road like miserable rain.Those husbands, fiancés and lovers are back, and the joy of second love spring is everywhere Finally one day, one of the two belated Icelandic fishing boats appeared on the ocean. Which one was it? Soon the women were all gathered on the cliff, silent and anxious. Gaud stood there trembling and pale, beside Yang En's father. I think it must be, said the old fisherman, I think it must be them!A red fringe, and a topsail with rollers, all the same; and what do you say, Gaud, my daughter? But no, he went on suddenly deflated, no, we're mistaken again, the yard is different, and they have a mizzen staysail.Well, not again this time, this is the Mary|Jeanne.oh!But sure, my daughter, they will be back soon. The days passed day after day; night fell on time with pitiless calm. She went on arranging herself like a woman insane, always afraid of being like a wreck's wife, annoyed at every look of sympathy and secrecy towards her, and turned her eyes away to avoid On the road, she met such a look that made her feel disheartened. Now she was in the habit of walking to the end of the land from early in the morning, Pol.On the steep cliffs of Aiwang Village, when passing by Yang En's parents' house, in order not to let his mother and sisters see, she always walked around behind the house.Alone, she made her way to the farthest headland of the Purubanne, which stood like antlers on the Anglo-French Channel, where she sat all day under a solitary cross overlooking the endless sea. Here and there in this country of fishermen there are granite crosses of this kind, standing on jutting cliffs, as if to implore favors; The mysterious, turbulent colossus of the brave and most beautiful calms down. In this Pol.Around the cross in the village of Aivon lay the ever-green moor, dotted with dwarf gorse.At this height, the sea air is so pure that there is hardly a smell of seaweed salt, but it is full of the warm smell of September. The jagged coast, tier upon tier, loomed far ahead, the land of Brittany with its jagged edge, stretching out into the silent nothingness of the sea. Nearby, many rocks strewn the sea, but beyond these nothing disturbed the smoothness of the mirror; and from the depths of all the bays the sea uttered a soft, thin, infinite sound.What a peaceful vista, what a gentle abyss!While the breath-like breeze is sending forth the fragrance of the dwarf sycamores that have re-opened in the last rays of the autumn sun, this vast blue nothingness, this grave of the Gavo family, hides its secrets. At certain hours, the level of the sea fell, and spots spread out here and there, as if the Channel were drying up; Take it to heart. And Gaud, sitting under the cross, stayed there, gazing into the distance in this silence, until night fell, until nothing could be seen anymore. Nine September is over.She no longer eats, nor sleeps. Now, in her own home, she is squatting with her hands between her knees and her head leaning against the wall behind her.Why get up, why lie down; when she is overtired, she throws herself on the bed with her clothes on.Otherwise she remained there, sitting silently; her teeth chattering with the cold from being still; all the while she felt a tight iron ring at her temples, felt her cheeks constrict, her lips dry, and she smelt of fever. , sometimes she let out a hoarse moan from her throat, repeating it long, long, intermittently, banging her head against the granite wall. Or she called his name in a low voice and tenderly, and said sweet words to him, as if he was by her side. Sometimes she thought of things that had nothing to do with him, trifles, such as to pass the time, watching the shadows of the earthen Madonna and the chalice slowly drift over the headboard of her bed as the sun went down. elongated.But then, more severe pain reminded her again, and she started screaming again, banging her head against the wall And so the whole day passed hour by hour, and so did the whole evening, the whole night and the whole morning.As she calculated how long ago he was supposed to be back, a greater horror seized her, and she no longer wanted to know the date, or what day it was. People can always find some signs of the wreck of an Icelandic fishing boat; or those who return have seen the tragedy from afar, or found a wreck of the shipwreck, a body, they will always get some kind of sign and guess everything.But about the Leopoldina, nothing was seen and nothing was known.Those on board the Marie-Jeanne, who had last seen her on August 2nd, said she must have gone fishing farther north, and since then it has become an impenetrable mystery. Waiting, waiting forever, knowing nothing!When will the moment come when she really doesn't wait any longer?She didn't even know that, and now, she almost hoped that the moment would come soon. ah!If he died, at least she should be kind enough to tell her! ah!She wants to see him, see what he looks like now, him, or his remains!As long as the Holy Mother who has received so many prayers, or some other god like her, is willing to grant her superhuman vision and let her Yang En appear before her eyes!He, alive, sailed home, or his body rolled on the sea, at least his news could be confirmed, and his whereabouts known! ! Sometimes she suddenly felt a sail appear at the end of the horizon: the Leopoldina was approaching, hurrying towards the shore!So she moved without thinking, wanted to stand up, and ran to look at the sea to see if it was true She sat down again slumped.well!Where is it now, the Leopoldina?Where will it be?Over there, no doubt, abandoned, smashed, lost in that dreadful distant Iceland These, at last, form a haunting vision, always the same vision: a cracked, empty shipwreck rocking on the still red-grey sea; slowly, slowly, soundlessly The ground swayed mockingly with an extreme gentleness in the absolute stillness of stagnant water. ten It's two o'clock in the middle of the night. At night, she paid particular attention to all approaching footsteps, and at the slightest sound, a rare sound, her temples quivered; and her temples became aching from the excessive strain of concentrating on things outside. It's two o'clock in the middle of the night.This night was like any other night. She folded her hands and opened her eyes wide in the darkness, listening to the eternal wind in the wilderness. Suddenly, a man's footsteps sounded on the road, hurried footsteps!Who would pass here at such an hour?She straightened up, trembling in the depths of her soul, and her heart stopped beating Someone stopped at the door and walked up the small stone steps It's him!ah!Happiness from heaven!Someone knocked on the door, could it be someone else!She stood up on her bare feet, so frail she had become these days, that she leaped lightly like a cat, and opened her arms to embrace her lover.The Leopoldina must have arrived in the night, just opposite Pole.Avon Cove dropped anchor, and he, he ran back; she pictured it all in her head at lightning speed.And now, in her haste to undo the tightly bolted door, she cut her finger on the nail on the door ah!Then she backed away slowly, dropping her head on her chest in frustration.Her crazy-girl dreams were shattered.This was just her neighbor Fang Dike, and when she realized it was just him, and there was no trace of Yang En in the air at all, she felt that she had gradually fallen into the original abyss again, into the original abyss. That dreadful abyss of despair. Poor Fondyke apologized and said: his woman, as everyone knows, is very ill, and at this moment, their baby has a sore throat and is suffocating in the cradle; When I went to see a doctor, I went to his house to help take care of me. What did all this have to do with her?She became withdrawn in her pain, unable to do anything about other people's difficulties.She fell down on a stool and stared at him blankly like a dead person, neither answering nor listening to him, not even looking at him.What did the things this man said have anything to do with her? Then he understood everything; he guessed why the door had been opened to him so quickly, and he pitied her for the pain he had just caused her. He stammered to ask her forgiveness: Really, I shouldn't bother you, you! me!Gott quickly replied, why shouldn't you bother me, Fang Dike? She was suddenly angry again, because she didn't want to be seen as a desperate woman, absolutely not.Besides, she was the one who felt sorry for him now; she dressed and went with him, and had the strength to look after the baby. When she came back at four o'clock and collapsed on the bed, she fell asleep for a while due to abnormal fatigue. But that moment of infinite joy left an indelible impression on her mind; she woke up suddenly in a short while, half raised her body, as if remembering something new about her Yang En In the confusion of thoughts that returned, she searched quickly in her mind for what it was ah!Nothing happened, alas!It's just that Fang Dike came. Once again, she fell back to the bottom of that same abyss.No, in fact, nothing had changed in her gloomy and hopeless anticipation. However, she had felt him so close that it was as if something from him had come back to wave around her; this is what people in Brittany call an omen; so she listened more carefully to the steps outside, feeling Maybe someone will come and talk about him. Sure enough, at dawn, Yang En's father came in.He took off his cap, brushed up his beautiful white hair, which was as curly as his son's, and sat down by Gaud's bed. He, too, was in great anxiety; for his Jan, his handsome Jan, was his eldest son, his favored child, his glory.But he wasn't desperate, really, he wasn't desperate yet.He comforted Goth in a very gentle manner: First of all, those who finally returned from Iceland said that they encountered extremely thick fog, which might delay the return of the ship; The Ferroes, those remote islands, from which letters take a long time to arrive; it happened to him himself forty years ago, when his poor late mother had The soul said a mass. Such a beautiful ship, the Leopoldina, almost new, and the sailors on board are all so strong Grandma Moan paced about them, shaking her head; her granddaughter's misfortune had nearly restored her strength and sanity; The little yellowed portrait of Sylvester in the wreath of black beads; no, since the sea-jobs took her grandson from her, she never believed sailors could return; she only feared , just prayed to the Virgin on the tip of her poor old lips, but in fact she harbored deep-seated resentment towards the Virgin in her heart. Gaud, however, hungrily listened to these words of comfort.Her large, black-rimmed eyes gazed with deep tenderness upon the old man who was so like the man she loved; and as long as he was there, by her side, it was a precaution against death, and she felt more at ease and at ease. Her Yang En is closer.Her tears fell silently and more gently, and she once again prayed fervently to Our Lady of the Stars of the Sea in her heart. It is possible that the ship was temporarily anchored there, on those islands, perhaps because of some damage.She got up, combed her hair, and groomed a little, as if he was coming back.Since he, his father, was not desperate, it probably wasn't all hope.So for several days, she looked forward to it again. It was indeed autumn, and late at that, and the dreary nights had long since darkened the old hut, and the surrounding area of ​​old Breton was equally dark. The day itself seemed only twilight; the infinite clouds, moving slowly past, suddenly covered the sky with blackness at noon.The wind was constant, like the ferocious and desperate tune of a distant church organ; sometimes it came close again, and snarled like a beast against the door. She grew pale and pale, and weaker and weaker, as if old age had touched her with its bare wings, and she often touched Young En's things, his beautiful wedding dress, like a eccentric Womanly, shaking them out and folding them back, especially a blue wool bodice that kept the shape of his body; when it was lightly thrown on the table, it habitually showed his shoulders and The protruding part of the breast; so she later put it alone on the shelf of the wardrobe, unwilling to move it again, so that it could retain its shape for a longer time. Every evening a cold mist rose from the ground; and she looked out of the window over the dreary field, and watched the little plumes of white smoke, here and there, beginning to rise from the other huts.All those hut men are back, like migratory birds brought back by the cold.Before many such fires the evening gossip must be sweet; for in the native land of the Icelanders love's rejuvenation begins with winter Clinging to the idea that they might be anchored on the island, she seemed to have gained some hope again, so she began to wait again eleven He never came back. One night in August, there, in the gloomy Icelandic ocean, with a loud bang, he and the sea were married. 和這從前曾是他的哺育者的海的婚禮正是這海曾經搖他入睡、把他養育成魁梧強壯的少年，隨後在他長成漂亮的男子時又將他奪去、留給自己單獨享用。一種深邃的神祕包圍著這殘酷的婚禮。自始至終，黑暗的帷幔在上空搖蕩，一些晃動著、翻騰著的簾幕，張開來遮住了這節慶；新娘放開喉嚨，發出最巨大可怕的聲響，以掩蓋人的喊聲。他，記起了歌特，他那有血有肉的妻子，便抗拒著，如巨人般掙扎著抵抗這墳墓的配偶。直到他筋疲力盡，像一頭垂死的公牛般發出一聲深沉的叫喊，嘴裡也已經充滿了水時，才張開雙臂接受了新妻；他那張開的胳膊伸直著，永遠僵硬了。 所有他從前邀請過的人，全體都參加了他的婚禮。全體，除了西爾維斯特之外，他，他早已離開他們長眠在一個迷人的花園內，在遙遠的、地球的另一面 (End of the book)