And Gudmund Alfson—?
Maid.
He, too, is doubtless asleep. [Points to the right.] ’Tis some time since he went to his chamber—yonder, across the passage.
Margit.
Good; you may go.
[The Maid goes out to the left.
[Margit walks slowly across the hall, seats herself by the table on the right, and gazes out at the open window.
Margit.
To-morrow, then, Gudmund will ride away
Out into the world so great and wide.