ORM. Yes, I promise you!
VALGERD. Welcome home, mate.
THORFINN. Thanks, wife. Have you been out in the rain? Your eyes are wet.
VALGERD. You are so merry!
THORFINN. Merry? Yes—yes.
VALGERD. What became of your ships?
ORM. They went to the bottom—all but one.
VALGERD [To Thorfinn]. And you can nevertheless be so gay?
THORFINN. Ho! Ho! Timber grows in plenty in the north!
ORM. Now perhaps we might have something life-giving.