CHORUS OF WEDDING GUESTS. [Animated, yet softly, in the forest to the left.]
Now hasten we all
To the wedding hall!
The foal runneth light and gay!
The hoofs resound
On the grassy ground,
As the merry swains gallop away!
LADY KIRSTEN. [Aside during the chorus.] Heaven he praised then! Hemming has told—!
ALFHILD. [Jubilant.]
They come, they come, their voices I hear!
How sweetly it sounds! O Olaf, behold!
LADY KIRSTEN. Olaf, my son!
[Rushes to him unobserved by ALFHILD, who continues to look out to the left.]
OLAF. God help me! What's here! My mother!
LADY KIRSTEN.
My poor unfortunate son!
Now are you saved from the evil one!
There comes Lord Arne with Ingeborg, your wife!