Nay, nay, fear nothing, Signe sweet—
I am here, and my good sword.
[MARGIT comes in in haste from the left.
MARGIT.
[Listening to the noise.] What means this? Is my husband—?
GUDMUND AND SIGNE.
Margit!
MARGIT.
[Catches sight of them.] Gudmund! And Signe! Are you here?
SIGNE.
[Going towards her.] Margit—dear sister!