He bought houses and ships; mightier and mightier he grew.
And it was not long before he owned whole fishing-grounds, both northwards and southwards.
Those who submitted to him, and did as he would have them do, increased and prospered, and saw good days; but all who stood in his way were wrecked on the sea and perished, for the Wind-Gnome was on his side.
So things quickly went from good to better with him. What was to him a fair wind was the ruin of all those who were in any way opposed to him. At last he became so rich and mighty that he owned every blessed trading-place and fishing-station in all Finmark, and sent vessels even as far as Spitzbergen.
Nobody durst sell fish up north without his leave, and his sloops sailed over to Bergen eighteen at a time.
He ruled and gave judgment as it seemed best to him.
But the magistrates thought that such authority was too much for one man to have, and they began to make inquiries, and receive complaints of how he domineered the people.
Next, the magistrates sent him a warning.
“But the right to rule lies in my rudder,” thought Bardun to himself.
Then the magistrates summoned him before the tribunal.
Bardun simply whistled contemptuously.
At last matters came to such a pitch that the magistrates sailed forth to seize him in the midst of a howling tempest, and down they went in the Finmark seas.
Then Bardun was made chief magistrate, till such time as the king should send up another.
But the new man who came had not been very long in office there before it seemed to him as if it was not he but Bardun who held sway.
So the same thing happened over again.
Bardun was summoned in vain before the courts, and the magistrates came forth to seize him and perished at sea.
But when the next governor was sent up to Finmark, it was only the keel of the king’s ship that came drifting in from the sea. At last nobody would venture thither to certain ruin, and Bardun was left alone, and ruled over all. Then so mighty was he in all Finmark that he reigned there like the king himself.
Now he had but one child, and that a daughter.
Boel was her name, and she shot up so handsome and comely that her beauty shone like the sun. No bridegroom was good enough for her, unless, perhaps, it were the king’s son.
Wooers came from afar, and came in vain. She was to have a dower, they said, such as no girl in the North had ever had before.
One year quite a young officer came up thither with a letter from the king. His garments were stiff with gold, and shone and sparkled wherever he went. Bardun received him well, and helped him to carry out the king’s commands.
But since the day when he himself was young, and got the answer, “Yes!” from his bride, he had never been so happy as when Boel came to him one day and said that the young officer had wooed her, and she would throw herself into the sea straightway if she couldn’t have him.
In this way, he argued, his race would always sit in the seat of authority, and hold sway when he was gone.
While the officer, in the course of the summer, was out on circuit, Bardun set a hundred men to work to build a house for them.
It was to shine like a castle, and be bright with high halls and large reception-rooms, and windows in long rooms; and furs and cloth of gold and bright tiles were fetched from the far South.
And in the autumn there was such a wedding that the whole land heard and talked about it.
But it was not long before Bardun began to find that to be a fact which was already a rumour, to wit, that the man who had got his daughter would fain have his own way also.
He laid down the law, and gave judgment like Bardun himself; and he overruled Bardun, not once nor twice.
Then Bardun went to Boel, and bade her take her husband to task, and look sharp about it. He had never yet seen the man, said he, who couldn’t be set right by his bride in the days when they did nothing but eat honey together.
But Boel said that she had wedded a man who, to her mind, was no less a man than her own father; and it was his office, besides, to uphold the law and jurisdiction of the king.
Young folks are easy to talk over, thought Bardun. One can do anything with them when one only makes them fancy they are having their own way. And it is wonderful how far one can get if one only bides one’s time, and makes the best of things. Whatever was out of gear he could very easily put right again, when once he got a firm grip of the reins.
So he praised everything his son-in-law did, and talked big about him, so that there was really no end to it. He was glad, he said, that such a wise and stately ruler was there, ready to stand in his shoes against the day when he should grow old.
And so he made himself small, and his voice quivered when he spoke, as if he were really a sick and broken-down man.
But it didn’t escape Boel how he slammed to the doors, and struck the stones with his stick till the sparks flew.
Next time the court met, Bardun was taxed to a full tenth of the value of all his property, according to the king’s law and justice.
Then only did he begin to foresee that it might fare with the magistrates now as it had done formerly.
But all women like pomp and show, thought he, and Boel was in this respect no different to other people. And she was no daughter of his either, if she couldn’t keep the upper hand of her husband.
So he bought
