Hark to me, Margit. For one thing you may thank Heaven, and that is, that I made you my wife before Gudmund Alfson came back.
Margit.
[Stops at the door.] Why so?
Bengt.
Why, say you? Am not I ten times the richer man? And certain I am that he would have sought you for his wife, had you not been the mistress of Solhoug.
Margit.
[Drawing nearer and glancing at the goblet.] Say you so?
Bengt.
I could take my oath upon it. Bengt Gauteson has two sharp eyes in his head. But he may still have Signë.
Margit.