All? Nay, Margit—you then were free.
Margit.
You mean—?
Gudmund.
I? Nay, I meant naught. My brain
Is wildered; but ah, I am blithe and fain
To be, as of old, with you sisters twain.
But tell me,—Signë—?
Margit.
[Points smiling towards the door on the left.]