INGEBORG. Not at all! You shall perform some illustrious deed, and then will you be made a knight, and then will my father no longer be opposed to you.
HEMMING. Yes, but what if they kill me in the meantime?
INGEBORG. Well, we'll have plenty of time to think about that. Today and tomorrow we shall have to remain here, I suppose; so long will the guests sit in the festive house and celebrate,—if they look for us, it will probably be about in the village; up here we can be safe and—
[She stops and listens.]
CHORUS. [Far away off the stage to the right.]
Away,—away to find
Alfhild, the false, unkind;
For all our woe and strife
She must pay with her life!
HEMMING. Ingeborg! Ingeborg! They are after us!
INGEBORG. Where shall we find refuge?
HEMMING. Well, how can I know—
INGEBORG. Go into the hut; lock the door so that it can be bolted from within.