[In terror.] Gudmund! By all the saints—!
Knut.
Gently, gently, Gudmund Alfson! Ere sunrise you shall be in my power. And she—your lady-love—[Goes up to the door, beckons and calls in a low voice.] Erik! Erik! come hither! we must away to our kinsfolk. [Threateningly, while Erik shows himself in the doorway.] Woe upon you all when I come again!
[He and Erik go off to the left at the back.]
Signë.
[Softly to Gudmund.] Oh, tell me, what does all this mean?
Gudmund.
[Whispering.] We must both leave Solhoug this very night.
Signë.
God shield me—you would—!