[The handmaids go out to the left, taking the ornaments with them.
Since Margit the Hill-King’s bride must be,
Well! don we the queenly livery!
[She goes out to the left.
[Bengt ushers in Gudmund Alfson, through the pent-house passage at the back.
Bengt.
And now once more—welcome under Solhoug’s roof, my wife’s kinsman.
Gudmund.
I thank you. And how goes it with her? She thrives well in every way, I make no doubt?
Bengt.