Ellida.
No, it had not! How could you help seeing it? The child’s eyes changed colour with the sea. If the fiord lay in a sunny calm, the eyes were calm and sunny. And the same way in storms.—Oh, I saw it well enough, if you did not.
Wangel.
[Humouring her.] H’m,—perhaps so. But even if it were? What then?
Ellida.
[Softly, and drawing nearer to him.] I have seen eyes like that before.
Wangel.
When? And where——?
Ellida.
Out at Bratthammer. Ten years ago.