In the background are KNUT's
followers, some seated, some standing; one or two flagons of
ale are handed round among them. Far off are heard church
bells, ringing to Mass.
*This no doubt means a sort of arcaded veranda running along the
outer wall of the house.
ERIK.
[Rising at the table.] In one word, now, what answer have you
to make to my wooing on Knut Gesling's behalf?
BENGT.
[Glancing uneasily towards his wife.] Well, I--to me it seems--
[As she remains silent.] H'm, Margit, let us first hear your
thought in the matter.
MARGIT.
[Rising.] Sir Knut Gesling, I have long known all that Erik of
Hegge has told of you. I know full well that you come of a lordly
house; you are rich in gold and gear, and you stand in high favour
with our royal master.
BENGT.
[To KNUT.] In high favour--so say I too.
MARGIT.
And doubtless my sister could choose her no doughtier mate--
BENGT.
None doughtier; that is what _I_ say too.
MARGIT.
--If so be that you can win her to think kindly of you.
BENGT.
[Anxiously, and half aside.] Nay--nay, my dear wife--
KNUT.
[Springing up.] Stands it so, Dame Margit! You think that your
sister--
BENGT.
[Seeking to calm him.] Nay, nay, Knut Gesling! Have patience,
now. You must understand us aright.
MARGIT.
There is naught in my words to wound you. My sister knows you
only by the songs that are made about you--and these songs sound
but ill in gentle ears.
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