GUNLÖD. Send out a boat—two—as many as can be found.
THRALL. All the boats are out for the hunt.
GUNLÖD. Light beacon fires.
THRALL. All the fuel is so rain-soaked that we haven't had so much as a twig on the hearth all the evening.
VALGERD. Away!
THRALL. How will it go with the Erl?
VALGERD. Does that concern you?
[Thrall goes.]
GUNLÖD. You have not forgotten your wrong!
VALGERD. Nor my revenge! One should not lay hands on the daughter of an Erl!