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Anne Holt
Translated by Kari Dickson
got away with it.The thought made her pause a moment. The
old man in front of her lowered his eyes. His ravaged face
was turning blue in the January cold. Helen Lardahl Bentley
took a deep breath and finally echoed the words the man had
asked her to repeat:
I do solemnly swear...
Three generations of deeply religious Lardahls had worn
illegible the print in the century-old leather-bound Bible. Well
hidden behind the Lutheran faade of success, Helen Lardahl
Bentley was in fact a sceptic, and therefore preferred to take
the oath with her right hand resting on something she at least
could wholeheartedly believe in: her own family history.
. . . that I will faithfully execute...
She tried to hold his eye. She wanted to stare at the
Chief Justice, just as everyone else was staring at her the
enormous crowd that stood shivering in the winter sun. The
demonstrators were too far from the podium to be heard,
but she knew they were chanting, Traitor! Traitor! over and
over, until the words were drowned out by the steel doors of
the special armoured vehicles that the police had rolled into
position early that morning.
. . . the office of the President of the United States...
The whole world was watching Helen Lardahl Bentley.
They watched her with hate or admiration, with curiosity or
suspicion, and perhaps, in the quieter corners of the world,
with indifference. For those few seemingly never-ending
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