He did? So much the better. I will strike him dead.
Margit.
[Smiling contemptuously.] H’m—
Bengt.
I will kill him, I say! I fear not to face ten such fellows as he. In the store-house hangs my grandfather’s axe; its shaft is inlaid with silver; with that axe in my hands, I tell you—! [Thumps the table and drinks.] To-morrow I shall arm myself, go forth with all my men, and slay Knut Gesling.
[Empties the beaker.
Margit.
[To herself.] Oh, to have to live with him!
[Is in the act of leaving the room.
Bengt.