Whatever can be learnt from books I know,
And rather more.
Porter.
More? Nay, that’s hard, I doubt!
Falk.
Well, now be off; the carriers wait without.
Just help them load the barrow ere you go.
[The Porter goes out to the left.
Falk [approaching Svanhild who comes to meet him].
One moment’s ours, my Svanhild, in the light