fairness, or your wisdom; but be proud as the mountain eagle as often as you think: I am Inger Gyldenlöve's daughter!"
Biörn.
And was it not matter enough for pride?
Elina.
You told me so often enough, Biörn! Oh, you told me many a tale in those days. [Presses his hand.] Thanks for them all!—Now, tell me one more; it might make me light of heart again, as of old.
Biörn.
You are a child no longer.
Elina.
Nay, indeed! But let me dream that I am.—Come, tell on!
[Throws herself into a chair. Biörn sits on the edge of the high hearth.
Biörn.
Once upon a time there was a high-born knight
Elina.
[Who has been listening restlessly in the direction of the hall, seizes his arm and breaks out in a vehement whisper.] Hush! No need to shout so loud; I can hear well!
