[Springs up.] Inga!
Håkon.
[Rushes to the door and opens it; Inga is sitting on the doorstep.] My mother! Sitting like a dog outside her son’s door! And I ask why God has stricken me!
Inga.
[Stretches out her arms towards him.] Håkon, my child! Blessings upon you!
Håkon.
[Raising her up.] Come—come in; here are light and warmth!
Inga.
May I come in to you?
Håkon.