[They close around him, some sitting, others standing. Margit leans against a tree in front on the right. Signë stands on the left, near the house.
Gudmund.
[Sings.]
I rode into the wildwood,
I sailed across the sea,
But ’twas at home I wooed and won
A maiden fair and free.
It was the Queen of Elfland,
She waxed full wroth and grim:
Never, she swore, shall that maiden fair