Not a word to the King of me. Yet, oh, I must see him!—Tell me,—comes he hither?
Dagfinn.
Ay, presently.
Inga.
And it is dark evening. The King will be lighted on his way with torches?
Dagfinn.
Yes.
Inga.
Then will I hide me in a gateway as he goes by;—and then home to Varteig. But first will I into Hallvard’s church; the lights are burning there to-night; there will I call down blessings on the King, on my fair son.
[Goes out to the right.