The last cart-load
They’re driving to Hegstad.
Åse.
[Weeping.]
How glad I’d be
In the black chest myself to be driven away!
Oh, what must a mortal abide and live through!
God help me in mercy; The whole house is bare!
What the Hegstad-churl left now the Bailiff[[60]] has taken.
Not even the clothes on my back have they spared.