[The blast of a horn is heard from the right.
Biörn.
Hark—what is that?
Finn.
A horn. Then there come guests to-night.
Biörn.
[At the window.] They are opening the gate. I hear the clatter of hoofs in the courtyard. It must be a knight.
Finn.
A knight? Nay, that can scarce be.
Biörn.