KERSTI. But not a single church bell to be heard MATS. It's Sunday, and the ringing during the day has made them tired What shall we call the little one?
KERSTI. [In wild rebellion] Burden and Ill-luck and Un-asked and crown-thief....
MATS. Why crown-thief?
KERSTI. Because and because and because Even if we get a real wedding, I can wear no crown! What should he be called? Bride-spoil, Mother-woe, Forest-find!
MATS. Badly fares who badly does!
KERSTI. Yes, that's for you to say!
The MOTHER of KERSTI appears on the hillside among the spruces and stands looking at MATS and her daughter.
MATS. There are evil eyes about!
KERSTI. And evil thoughts.... What you brew I have to drink. What you grind I have to bake.
The MOTHER disappears.