Hiördis.
[Smiling.] Tell me, Sigurd—can thy ship sail with any wind?
Sigurd.
Ay, when ’tis cunningly steered.
Hiördis.
Good! I too will steer my ship cunningly, and make my way whither I will.
[Retires towards the back.
Dagny.
[Whispers, uneasily.] Sigurd, let us hence—this very night!
Sigurd.