Hiördis.
Good, good, I know it; go! [The Carl goes. To Dagny, who is also going.] Whither wilt thou?[thou?]
Dagny.
I will not meet Sigurd. Too well I feel that we must part; but to meet him now—no, no, I cannot!
[Goes out to the left.
Hiördis.
[Looks after her in silence for a moment.] And it was she I would have——[Completes her thought by a glance at the bow-string]. That had been a poor revenge;—nay, I have cut deeper now! —Tis hard to die, but sometimes harder still to live!
Sigurd enters from the back.
Hiördis.
Belike it is Gunnar thou seekest; be seated, he will be here even now.