LIT-MATS. Me, too!
FATHER. Hush, hush, grandfather is thinking. [Silence.
GRANDFATHER. [To FATHER] Ask your brother-in-law to come in.
The FATHER goes to the door in the background, where he stops.
GRANDFATHER. [Goes to the bed, pulls a box from under it, takes a bundle of papers from the box, and turns to the FATHER again] Let him come!
FATHER. [Opening the door in the background] Come in, Stig Matsson.
SHERIFF. [Enters, dressed in uniform] The peace of God be with you!
ALL. [Rising] And his blessing on you!
GRANDFATHER. It is I who have called you, Stig Matsson, and you know the reason. Kersti Margaret Hansdaughter—[He sighs]—is to become the wife of Mats Anders Larsson, my grandson. The two families have fought and fumed at each other for a long time—all too long! At this late hour I have come to feel that an end should be put to all strife and ill will before my eyes are closed and I am carried to my last rest. Take a look at these papers. [He hands the bundle to the SHERIFF, who opens it and glances at some of the papers] They are legal documents, deeds, wills, receipts, authorisations—belonging to suits that have been settled or are still unsettled. Have you looked them over?
SHERIFF. I have.