The Wedding
"THERE they are. They are just rounding the point," exclaimed Mari.
She was standing on the shore and looking anxiously down the bay. She
was not alone, by any means, for every one of the village was there with
her. Why were they all dressed so finely? Why were they all looking in
one direction? And why was the church door standing open? It was not
Sunday, and it was the time when every one was usually at work.
Gustav and Frigga, who lived farther up the coast, you remember, were to
be married. There was no church in Frigga's village, so the wedding
party must come here.
For what would a wedding be if it were not held in a church? Half of
the beauty would be missing.
Ah! here come the boats. The first one, of course, contains the fair
bride and her lover. They sit on a raised seat, with the bridesmaid and
best man near them.
The bride looks quite charming with the high silver crown on her fair
head. It seems as though a queen and her royal party were drawing near.
The boat is trimmed with flowers, and the rowers pull with a will.
Two other boats follow close behind, containing the dearest friends of
the bride and groom. As they draw near, the people on the shore hasten
to greet them with a rousing welcome.
And now the procession is formed and starts out toward the church. First
comes the fiddler with his violin under his arm. He is followed by a man
bearing a large silver tankard. The health of the newly married pair
will be drunk from this many times before the festival is over. Next
comes the best man, with Gustav and Frigga close behind; after whom
follow the fathers, mothers, sisters, and brothers of the couple. Last,
come the other relatives and friends. All are laughing and joking, and
are bright with the pretty colours of their holiday clothes.
Now they enter the little church and pass down the aisles strewn with
juniper-tips. The air is very sweet with the odour of the freshly cut
sprigs. The minister is at the altar to meet them. He is dressed as
usual in his long black gown with the great white ruff around his neck.
But the bride! How lovely she looks as she stands with bent head, with
the silver crown resting on her fair hair. A heavy silver chain is
around her neck, and she sparkles with rings, and brooches, and other
ornaments without number. Her stomacher is covered with silver
embroidery. Her apron is of the finest muslin, and is also embroidered
beautifully.
The little church was so full that Ole and Mari were crowded near the
door with the other children. But they could see everything that was
going on.
"Isn't she beautiful?" whispered Mari, to a little girl behind her. "I
don't believe our queen in her own palace can look grander than she."
When the service was over, the wedding party left the church and turned
toward the shore. Was the good time over now, do you think? By no means,
for a whole week's merriment had only begun.
The bridal party seated themselves in the boat in which they had
arrived. The other boats were quickly filled; the fiddler began to play
a lively air; the rowers pulled with long, steady strokes, and as they
moved out over the clear, sunlit waters, one of the party began to
sing. Others joined in the song until the air seemed filled with music.
Ole and Mari stood on the shore together with the others who had not
gone with the young couple to their new home.
"Gustav has made a lovely new house for Frigga," Ole told his sister. "I
sailed over there last week with Olaf, and it was just done. The last
piece of furniture was also finished. I wish we were going there to-day;
what fun everybody will have, feasting and dancing."
"Never mind, Ole, we shall be grown up before many years. And then we
shall be invited to the wedding-parties," said Mari. "Let's go in
swimming and have some fun by ourselves this afternoon."
Several other children followed the example of Ole and Mari. Soon there
was such a splashing and diving that the echoes of the noise came
sounding back from the mountainsides. Norse children are great
swimmers. When Mari was no more than five years old she had learned to
feel as much at home in the water as the mermaids of whom her mother
told in stories. She could stay below as long as Ole; she could dive,
and tread water, and swim backwards. There was nothing to fear, for
sharks were never seen near that shore, and the water was so clear one
could see to the very bottom, no matter how deep it might be.