Ingeborg.
These eyes have been but a rain-clouded sky for twenty years; you would not know them again, and you shall never see them more.
King Skule.
But your voice is fresh and soft and young as ever!
Ingeborg.
I have used it only to whisper your name, to imprint your greatness in a young heart, and to pray to the sinners’ God for grace toward us twain, who have loved in sin.
King Skule.
You have done that?
Ingeborg.
I have been silent save to speak loving words of you;—therefore has my voice remained fresh and soft and young.