them down; Ulrich limited his endeavours8 to an effort to bring his one partially free arm near
enough to his outer coat pocket to draw out his wine-flask. Even when he had accomplished
that operation it was long before he could manage the unscrewing of the stopper or get any of
the liquid down his throat. But what a Heaven-sent draught it seemed! It was an open winter,
and little snow had fallen as yet, hence the captives suffered less from the cold than might have
been the case at that season of the year; nevertheless, the wine was warming and reviving to
the wounded man, and he looked across with something like a throb of pity to where his enemy
lay, just keeping the groans of pain and weariness from crossing his lips.
"Could you reach this flask if I threw it over to you?" asked Ulrich suddenly "there is good wine
in it, and one may as well be as comfortable as one can. Let us drink, even if tonight one of us
dies."
"No, I can scarcely see anything; there is so much blood caked round my eyes," said Georg,
"and in any case I don't drink wine with an enemy."
Ulrich was silent for a few minutes, and lay listening to the weary screeching of the wind. An
idea was slowly forming and growing in his brain, an idea that gained strength every time that
he looked across at the man who was fighting so grimly against pain and exhaustion. In the pain
and languor that Ulrich himself was feeling the old fierce hatred seemed to be dying down.
"Neighbour," he said presently, "do as you please if your men come first. It was a fair compact.
But as for me, I've changed my mind. If my men are the first to come you shall be the first to be
helped, as though you were my guest. We have quarrelled like devils all our lives over this
stupid strip of forest, where the trees can't even stand upright in a breath of wind. Lying here to-
night thinking I've come to think we've been rather fools; there are better things in life than
getting the better of a boundary dispute. Neighbor, if you will help me to bury the old quarrel I —
I will ask you to be my friend."
Use the excerpt from The Interlopers by Saki to answer the question.
How does the use of third-person omniscient narration demonstrate the author's attitude toward the subject of forgiveness?
(1 point)
1. by giving us an insight into both Georg and Ulrich's characters as they begin to understand the silliness of their feud
2. by giving us background context of the two families' quarrel
3. by omitting the perspectives of each of their other followers
4. by contrasting the reaction of Georg and Ulrich when they get trapped under the tree together
1 answer
The correct answer is:
This option highlights how the third-person omniscient narration allows readers to see the evolving thoughts and feelings of both characters, leading to a realization about their feud and an opening to forgiveness.
