Hilda.
Oh, you should just have seen him high, high up—at the dizzy height where I once saw him.
Ragnar.
Did you see that?
Hilda.
Yes, indeed I did. How free and great he looked as he stood and fastened the wreath to the church vane!
Ragnar.
I know that he ventured that, once in his life—one solitary time. It is a legend among us younger men. But no power on earth would induce him to do it again.
Hilda.
To-day he will do it again!