[Approaching.] There now, the mound is finished.
Örnulf.
[As if awaking.] The mound? Is it—ay, ay——
Sigurd.
Now speak to him, Dagny.
Dagny.
[Approaching.] Father, it is cold out here; the storm is rising with the night.
Örnulf.
Nay, never heed it; the mound is close-heaped and crannyless; they lie warm in there.
Dagny.