Knut.
[Firmly and harshly.] Dame Margit—you are her elder sister; you shall give me an answer.
Margit.
[Battling with herself.] Signë has already made her choice;—I have naught to answer.
Knut.
Good; then I have nothing more to do at Solhoug. But after midnight—mark you this—the day is at an end; then you may chance to see me again, and then Fortune must decide whether it be Gudmund or I that shall bear Signë away from this house.
Gudmund.
Aye, try if you dare; it shall cost you a bloody sconce.
Signë.
[In terror.] Gudmund! By all the saints—!
Knut.
Gently, gently, Gudmund Alfson! Ere sunrise you shall be in my power. And she—your lady-love—[Goes up to the door, beckons and calls in a low voice.] Erik! Erik! come hither! we must away to our kinsfolk. [Threateningly, while Erik shows himself in the doorway.] Woe upon you all when I come again!
[He and Erik go off to the left at the back.]
