ALFHILD. O, tell me this! What is going to happen,—why all these preparations?
THE SERVANT. The wedding! Wouldn't you care to see it?
ALFHILD. [In feverish anxiety.] The wedding! O, no, no! Put it off, only till tomorrow! If the wedding is held, then is everything over with me, I well know!
THE SERVANT. Postpone it! No, Alfhild! 'Tis not, I'm afraid, the wish of bridegroom or bride!
ANOTHER. Think for a moment! Were you yourself but the bride, you surely would not want to wait.
[Laughter.]
THE FIRST SERVANT. Now we go down to the gate at the church to light the way with red bridal lights when the procession starts from the house.
THE SECOND SERVANT. Come along with us, Alfhild! You shall also have a torch to carry!
SEVERAL. Yes, yes, you must come! It is Lord Olaf's day of glory!
[Laughter.]