Prepares a banquet for the son restored,
And makes His noblest creature my reward.
From this time forth I'll never leave that Light,—
But stand its armed defender in the fight;
Nothing shall part us, and our life shall prove
A song of glory to triumphant love!
Svanhild.
And see how easy triumph is for two,
When he's a man—
Falk.
She, woman thro' and thro';—
It is impossible for such to fall!
Svanhild.
Then up, and to the war with want and sorrow;
This very hour I will declare it all!
[Pointing to Falk's ring on her finger.
Falk [hastily]. No, Svanhild, not to-night, wait till to-morrow! To-night we gather our young love's red rose; 'Twere sacrilege to smirch it with the prose Of common day.
[The door into the garden-room opens.
Your mother's coming! Hide!
No eye this night shall see thee as my bride!
[They go out among the trees by the summer-house. Mrs. Halm and Guldstad come out on the balcony.
