King Skule.
Ingeborg,—Ingeborg!
Ingeborg.
Oh, let me look at you—look long at you, so long! [Seizes his hands; a pause.] You fair, you deeply loved, you faithless man!
King Skule.
Take off that veil; look at me with the eyes that once were as clear and blue as the sky.
Ingeborg.
These eyes have been but a rain-clouded sky for twenty years; you would not know them again, and you shall never see them more.
King Skule.
But your voice is fresh and soft and young as ever!
Ingeborg.
I have used it only to whisper <g>your</g> name, to imprint your greatness in a young heart, and to pray to the sinners' God for grace toward us twain, who have loved in sin.
King Skule.
You have done that?
Ingeborg.
I have been silent save to speak loving words of you;—therefore has my voice remained fresh and soft and young.
