Margit.
[Battling in an agony of indecision, at last says.] I pray you drink no more to-night!
Bengt.
[Leans back in his chair and laughs.] Oho! You are impatient for my coming? Get you in; I will follow you soon.
Margit.
[Suddenly decided.] Your beaker is full. [Points.] There it is.
[She goes quickly out to the left.
Bengt.
[Rising.] I like her well. It repents me not a whit that I took her to wife, though of heritage she owned no more than yonder goblet and the brooches of her wedding gown.
[He goes to the table at the window and takes the goblet.
[A House-Carl enters hurriedly and with scared looks, from the back.
House-Carl.
[Calls.] Sir Bengt, Sir Bengt! haste forth with all the speed you can! Knut Gesling with an armed train is drawing near the house.
Bengt.
[Putting down the goblet.] Knut Gesling? Who brings the tidings?
