On through Death. On into Night.—
Dawn beyond glows rosy-bright.
[She follows, where Brand has gone. Einar gazes a moment in bewilderment after her, then bows his head, and goes back to the fjord.
ACT THIRD.
Three years later. A little garden by the Parsonage. A great precipice above, a stone wall round. The fjord, narrow and pent in, appears in the background. The house-door opens upon the garden. Afternoon.
Brand is standing on the steps outside the house. Agnes is sitting on the step at his feet.
Agnes.
My dearest husband, still your eye
Over the fjord roves anxiously—
Brand.