Lars (coming forward). Are you ready to start now?
Olof (to the scholars). No, I shall never come back.
Scholars (as they go out). Good-bye, Master Olof, and don't forget us! (Olof stands looking after them.)
Lars. I have seen the King.
Olof (absent-mindedly). Have you?
Lars. Do you know what he said?
Olof. No.
Lars. "I have got a harrier to raise the game; now it remains to be seen whether he will come back when I whistle for him!"
Olof. Look at them—playing there among the graves, and picking flowers, and singing the songs of Whitsuntide.
Lars (taking hold of Olof's arm). Child!