Egil.
[With a shriek.] Mother is with them.
Dagny.
All good spirits!
Gunnar.
Child, what say’st thou?
Egil.
There—in front—on the black horse! Father, father!
[Egil clings in terror to his father; a short pause; the storm passes over, the clouds part, the moon shines peacefully on the scene.
Gunnar.