About ten o’clock
Come on and help us bail the boats . '' Truls took the scoop , and looked at it as if he had never seen such a thing before ; he moved about heavily , hardly knowing what he did , but conscious all the while of his own great misery . His limbs seemed half frozen , and a dull pain gathered about his head and in his breast -- in fact , everywhere and nowhere . About ten o'clock the bridal procession descended the slope to the fjord . Syvert Stein , the bridegroom , trod the earth with a firm , springy step , and spoke many a cheery word to the bride , who walked , silent and with downcast eyes , at his side . She wore the ancestral bridal crown on her head , and the little silver disks around its edge tinkled and shook as she walked . They hailed her with firing of guns and loud hurrahs as she stepped into the boat ; still she did not raise her eyes , but remained silent .