[Drawing his sword.] Not yet, I hope. [Whispers to Margit.] Fear not. No one has drunk from your goblet.
Margit.
Then thanks be to God, who has saved us all!
[She sinks down on a chair to the left. Gudmund hastens towards the door at the back.
Another House-Carl.
[Enters, stopping him.] You come too late. Sir Bengt is dead.
Gudmund.
Too late, then, too late.
House-Carl.
The guests and your men have prevailed against the murderous crew. Knut Gesling and his men are prisoners. Here they come.