Eh, are you there? You are well again. Good, good.
Margit.
[Who in the meantime has concealed the phial.] Is the door barred?
Bengt.
[Seating himself at the table on the left.] I have seen to everything. I went with the last guests as far as the gates. But what became of Knut Gesling to-night?—Give me mead, Margit! I am thirsty. Fill this cup.
[Margit fetches a flagon of mead from a cupboard, and fills the goblet which is on the table in front of him.
Margit.
[Crossing to the right with the flagon.] You asked about Knut Gesling.
Bengt.
That I did. The boaster, the braggart! I have not forgot his threats of yester-morning.
Margit.
He used worse words when he left to-night.
Bengt.
He did? So much the better. I will strike him dead.
Margit.
[Smiling contemptuously.] H'm—
