Knut.
[Paying no heed to him.] But I would have you take note that had a sword-bearing man spoken to me in such wise—
Bengt.
Nay, but listen, Knut Gesling—you must understand us!
Knut.
[As before.] Well, briefly, he should have learnt that the axe sits loose in my hand, as you said but now.
Bengt.
[Softly.] There we have it! Margit, Margit, this will never end well.
Margit.
[To Knut.] You asked for a forthright answer, and that I have given you.
Knut.
Well, well; I will not reckon too closely with you, Dame Margit. You have more wit than all the rest of us together. Here is my hand;—it may be there was somewhat of reason in the keen-edged words you spoke to me.
Margit.
This I like well; now are you already on the right way to amendment. Yet one word more—to-day we hold a feast at Solhoug.