I thought to myself:
"What if Diderik and Iselin were to appear!"
Night was coming on again; the sun just dipped into the sea and rose
again, red, refreshed, as if it had been down to drink. I could feel
more strangely on those nights than anyone would believe. Was Pan
himself there, sitting in a tree, watching me to see what I might do?
Was his belly open, and he sitting there bent over as if drinking from
his own belly? But all that he did only that he might look up under his
brows and watch me; and the whole tree shook with his silent laughter
when he saw how all my thoughts were running away with me. There was a
rustling everywhere in the woods, beasts sniffing, birds calling one to
another; their signals filled the air. And it was flying year for the
Maybug; its humming mingled with the buzz of the night moths, sounded
like a whispering here and a whispering there, all about in the woods.
So much there was to hear! For three nights I did not sleep; I thought
of Diderik and Iselin.
"See now," I thought, "they might come." And Iselin would lead Diderik
away to a tree and say:
"Stand here, Diderik, and keep guard; keep watch; I will let this
huntsman tie my shoestring."
And the huntsman is myself, and she will give me a glance of her eyes
that I may understand.
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