Olaf's Well? Right in the middle of the
cathedral itself, it is, on one side, and it's a bottomless well. When
we went there, we took each a little stone with us, and dropped it in,
but it never reached the bottom."
"Never reached the bottom?" whispered the two women, shaking their
heads.
"And there's a thousand other things besides in that cathedral,"
exclaimed Inger delightedly. "There's the silver chest to begin with.
It's Holy St. Olaf his own silver chest that he had. But the Marble
Church--that was a little church all of pure marble--the Danes took
that from us in the war...."
It was time for the women to go. Oline took Inger aside, led her out
into the larder where she knew all the cheeses were stored, and closed
the door. "What is it?" asked Inger.
Oline whispered: "Os-Anders, he doesn't dare come here any more. I've
told him."
"Ho!" said Inger.
"I told him if he only dared, after what he'd done to you."
"Ay," said Inger. "But he's been here many a time since for all that.
And he can come if he likes, I'm not afraid.
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