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chieftain who loitered upon the streets of Nidaros. Fear and sorrow filled her soul. Why did not Thorgills return? Why was she so desolate, so surrounded with dangers in this rough land? Perhaps God had punished her for her too great longing for her own land. Had not Father Meilge—now a holy martyr—had he not told her that her work for Christ was to be there, and still she had grieved and grieved; and when she had wedded the faithful lord who had loved her so tenderly, she had shut away her heart from him and had served him in silence and in sadness. Now he was gone! She was alone! Now she knew by the hunger of her own heart how great was the loss that had fallen upon her life.
