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THE FEAST AT SOLHOUG.
[ACT I.
Knut.
A feast?
Bengt.
Yes, Knut Gesling: you must know that it is our wedding-day; this day three years ago made me Dame Margit's husband.
Margit.
[Impatiently, interrupting.] As I said, we hold a feast to-day. When Mass is over, and your other business done, I would have you ride hither again, and join in the banquet. Then you can learn to know my sister.
Knut.
So be it, Dame Margit; I thank you. Yet 'twas not to go to Mass that I rode hither this morning. Your kinsman, Gudmund Alfson, was the cause of my coming.
Margit.
[Starts.] He! My kinsman? Where would you seek him?
Knut.
His homestead lies behind the headland, on the other side of the fiord.
Margit.
But he himself is far away.
Erik.
Be not so sure; he may be nearer than you think.
