And know you that surely? For all your days?
Solveig.
The path I have trodden leads back nevermore.
Peer.
You are mine then! In! In the room let me see you!
Go in! I must go to fetch fir-roots[[61]] for fuel.
Warm shall the fire be and bright shall it shine,
You shall sit softly and never be a-cold.
[He opens the door; Solveig goes in. He stands still for a while, then laughs aloud with joy and leaps into the air.
Peer.