[Whispering to each other, as they both point at Signë.] There she is!

Gudmund.

[Starting.] Aye, mine.

Knut.

[Likewise.] No, mine!

Margit.

[Softly, half bewildered.] Signë!

Gudmund.

[As before, to Knut.] What mean you by that?

Knut.