"Pehr, take my place in the cart and go to Jerusalem, and I'll stay at home. You are far more worthy to enter the Promised Land than I am."
"No, no!" said the brother smilingly. "I understand how you mean it, but I guess I fit in better at home."
"I think you're more fit for Heaven," said Björn, laying his head on his brother's shoulder. "Now you must forgive me everything," he said.
Then they got up and clasped hands in farewell.
"This time there were no rappings," Pehr remarked.
"Strange you should have thought of coming here," said Björn.
"We brothers have had some difficulty in maintaining peace, when we've met of late."
"Did you think that I would want to quarrel to-day?"
"No, but I become angry when I think of having to lose you!"
They walked together down to the road. Presently Pehr went up to
Björn's wife, and gave her a hearty handclasp.