OLAF.
That very same day
My mother's estate grew cramped and narrow!
Through thicket, o'er highway, I hastened away
To the grove so pleasant with bow and with arrow!
There met I again the elf-maiden fair.
HEMMING. [Steps back amazed.] When then,—have you wakened and found—?
OLAF. I took my betrothal ring, shot with it there Right over her head, far into the air; Now is she evermore bound!
HEMMING. And it is the bride you are waiting for here?
OLAF. Yes, yes, the bride; soon will she be near!
HEMMING. [Aside.] His soul is enthralled, his mind is ill; All this Lady Kirsten shall know!
HEMMING. [Aloud.] And dare you go wandering fearless up here In the hills?
OLAF. It is here so still, 'Tis sweetly I dream as I go!
[Goes slowly in between the huge rocks in front on the right.]