For I knew right well, in the royal hall,
That Audun subtly would work my fall,--
Accusing me--
MARGIT.
Aye, but at Solhoug he
Cannot harm you. All as of old will be.
GUDMUND.
All? Nay, Margit--you then were free.
MARGIT.
You mean--?
GUDMUND.
I? Nay, I meant naught. My brain
Is wildered; but ah, I am blithe and fain
To be, as of old, with you sisters twain.
But tell me,--Signe--?
MARGIT. [Points smiling towards the door on the left.]
She comes anon.
To greet her kinsman she needs must don
Her trinkets--a task that takes time, 'tis plain.
GUDMUND.
I must see--I must see if she knows me again.
[He goes out to the left.
MARGIT.
[Following him with her eyes.] How fair and manlike he is! [With
a sigh.] There is little likeness 'twixt him and-- [Begins putting
things in order on the table, but presently stops.] "You then were
free," he said. Yes, then! [A short pause.] 'Twas a strange tale,
that of the Princess who-- She held another dear, and then-- Aye,
those women of far-off lands-- I have heard it before--they are
not weak as we are; they do not fear to pass from thought to deed.
[Takes up a goblet which stands on the table.] 'Twas in this
beaker that Gudmund and I, when he went away, drank to his happy
return. 'Tis well-nigh the only heirloom I brought with me to
Solhoug. [Putting the goblet away in a cupboard.
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