By the fjord-side, steep precipices all around. The ancient and tumble-down church stands on a little knoll hard by. A storm is coming on.
The country-folk,—men, women, and children,—are gathered in knots, some on the shore, some on the slopes. The Mayor sits in the midst, on a stone; a Clerk is helping him; corn and provisions are being distributed. Einar and Agnes stand surrounded by a crowd, a little apart. Some boats lie on the beach. Brand comes forward, unnoticed to the church-knoll.
A Man.
[Breaking through the crowd.]
Out of the way!
A Woman.
I'm first!
The Man.
[Thrusting her aside.]
Get back!
[Pushing towards the Mayor.]
Ho! look you, fill me up my sack!
The Mayor.
All in good time.
