[To the men.] Follow me to the supper-board, lads; heavy has been our day's work! [Goes with the men into the boat-house.
Dagny.
Praised be the Mighty Ones on high that gave me so good a rede. [To Sigurd.] Wilt thou not go in? Sigurd. Nay, I list not to. Tell me, are all things ready for to-morrow? Dagny. They are ready; a silk-sewn shroud lies on the bench; but I know full surely that thou wilt hold thee against Gunnar, so I have not wept over it. Sigurd. Grant all good powers, that thou mayst never weep for my sake. [He stops and looks out.
Dagny.
What art thou listening to?
Sigurd.
Hear'st thou nought—<g>yonder</g>?
[Points towards the left.
Dagny.
Ay, there goes a fearsome storm over the sea!
Sigurd.
[Going up a little towards the background.] There will fall hard hailstones in that storm. [Shouts.] Who comes?
