Far as the eye can travel, all is drought,
And nowhere peeps one spray of verdure out!
[Svanhild comes out on to the verandah with a flowering rose-tree which she sets down.
Yes one—yes one—!
Svanhild.
Falk, in the dark?
Falk.
And fearless!
Darkness to me is fair, and light is cheerless
But are not you afraid in yonder walls