Margrete.
The Earl holds fast to the chair!
Lady Ragnhild.
Håkon speaks wrathfully to him. [Starts back, with a cry, from the window.] Lord Jesus! Saw you his eyes—and his smile! No, that was not the Earl!
Margrete.
[Who has followed her in terror.] 'Twas not Håkon either! Neither one nor the other!
Sigrid.
[At the window.] Oh pitiful! Oh pitiful!
Margrete.
Sigrid!
Lady Ragnhild.
You here!
Sigrid.
Goes the path so low that leads up to the throne!
Margrete.
Oh, pray with us, that all be guided for the best.
Lady Ragnhild.
[White and horror-stricken, to Sigrid.] Saw you him? Saw you my husband? His eyes and his smile—I should not have known him!
Sigrid.
Looked he like Sigurd Ribbung?
Lady Ragnhild.
[Softly.] Ay, he looked like Sigurd Ribbung.
