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Boyhood in Norway-Part19_Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen(1848-1895)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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Lady Clare had no difficulty in recognizing Valders-Roan. But

how big and heavy and ominous he looked in the blood-red



after-glow of the blood-red sunset. For the first time in her

life Lady Clare felt a cold shiver of fear run through her.



There was, happily, a fence between them, and she devoutly hoped

that Valders-Roan was not a jumper. At that moment, however, two



men appeared next to the huge horse, and Lady Clare heard the

sound of breaking fence-rails. The deep hoarse whinny once more



made the air shake, and it made poor Lady Clare shake too, for

now she saw Valders-Roan come like a whirlwind over the field,



and so powerful were his hoof-beats that a clod of earth which

had stuck to one of his shoes shot like a bullet through the air.



He looked so gigantic, so brimming with restrained strength, and

somehow Lady Clare, as she stood quaking at the sight of him, had



never seemed to herself so dainty, frail, and delicate as she

seemed in this moment. She felt herself so entirely at his



mercy; she was no match for him surely. Shag, anxious as ever to

take his cue from her, had stationed himself at her side, and



shook his head and whisked his tail in a non-committal manner.

Now Valders-Roan had cleared the fence where the men had broken



it down; then on he came again, tramp, tramp, tramp, until he was

within half a dozen paces from Lady Clare. There he stopped, for



back went Lady Clare's pretty ears, while she threw herself upon

her haunches in an attitude of defence. She was dimly aware that



this was a foolish thing to do, but her inbred disdain and horror

of everything rough made her act on instinct instead of reason.



Valders-Roan, irritated by this uncalled-for action, now threw

ceremony to the winds, and without further ado trotted up and



rubbed his nose against hers. That was more than Lady Clare

could stand. With an hysterical snort she flung herself about,



and up flew her heels straight into the offending nose,

inflicting considerable damage. Shag, being now quite clear that



the programme was fight, whisked about in exactly the same

manner, with as close an imitation of Lady Clare's snort as he



could produce, and a second pair of steel-shod heels came within

a hair of reducing the enemy's left nostril to the same condition



as the right. But alas for the generous folly of youth! Shag

had to pay dearly for that exhibition of devotion. Valders-Roan,



enraged by this wantoninsult, made a dash at Shag, and by the

mere impetus of his huge bulk nearly knocked him senseless. The



colt rolled over, flung all his four legs into the air, and as

soon as he could recover his footing reeled sideways like a



drunken man and made haste to retire to a safe distance.

Valders-Roan had now a clear field and could turn his undivided



attention to Lady Clare. I am not sure that he had not made an

example of Shag merely to frighten her. Bounding forward with



his mighty chest expanded and the blood dripping from his

nostrils, he struck out with a tremendous hind leg and would have



returned Lady Clare's blow with interest if she had not leaped

high into the air. She had just managed by her superior



alertness to dodge that deadly hoof, and was perhaps not prepared

for an instant renewal of the attack. But she had barely gotten



her four feet in contact with the sod when two rows of terrific

teeth plunged into her withers. The pain was frightful, and with



a long, pitifulscream Lady Clare sank down upon the ground, and,

writhing with agony, beat the air with her hoofs. Shag, who had



by this time recovered his senses, heard the noise of the battle,

and, plucking up his courage, trotted bravely forward against the



victorious Valders-Roan. He was so frightened that his heart

shot up into his throat. But there lay Lady Clare mangled and



bleeding. He could not leave her in the lurch, so forward he

came, trembling, just as Lady Clare was trying to scramble to her






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